Why are you so serious?

"Let me put a smile on that face~"

Looking at the burly man who had been so arrogant just moments before, now he looked utterly terrified.

Rogerm seemed to see Lias looking at him pleadingly, and a crimson smile returned to his face.

This moment.

He felt a tremendous sense of vindication and satisfaction that made him happier than taking drugs or becoming a celebrity.

"Sizzle—"

The eerie sound came again.

Roger suddenly pulled the shard of glass, already stained with blood, from the strong man's neck.

Then he shoved it into the other person's mouth and slashed upwards along the corner of their mouth...

"Ah, ah—"

As blood splattered, the burly robber's miserable screams of pain echoed into the night sky.

"Damn it, damn it..."

"It's over..."

Upon seeing this, the long-haired man in the white vest ran away as fast as he could, as if he had seen a demon.

But perhaps due to excessive fear, he collapsed to the ground after only a few steps because his legs went weak.

"Bang!"

"Bang bang bang~"

Rogerm casually pulled a loaded pistol from the burly man's waist and fired directly at the blond man in the white vest.

All four bullets hit the enemy.

"Ah~ Help~ Help~"

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, it was all his idea, please let me go..."

The long-haired man who had been shot rolled on the ground, struggling in pain and wailing for mercy.

"Didn't you just say you were going to shoot my face in the face?"

At this moment, in Rogerm's field of vision.

The man rolling on the ground had turned out to be the male police officer who had just interrogated him so fiercely.

He approached the other person with a terrifying smile, as if looking at prey in the palm of his hand, and slowly leaned down to ask.

With that, Rogerm raised his pistol and shoved it into the long-haired man's mouth.

Dressed as a clown, he asked again with a grin, "Why so serious?"

"Waaah~"

No! No!

The long-haired man who first suggested the robbery now looked as if he had seen the devil Satan.

His eyes were wide open in terror, and he shook his head frantically.

"Bang!"

A gunshot echoed across the bridge.

"Om-long~"

Roger then put away the pistol, turned around, and got on the motorcycle parked by the roadside.

He left the two corpses on the ground and walked away.

Roger sat astride his motorcycle in the night breeze, his red suit billowing in the wind, a look of contentment on his face.

Hahaha~

"Hahahaha..."

Amidst the roar of motorcycle throttles, a series of wild laughs echoed from afar.

Not long after.

A raging fire broke out again from the nearby city council chamber.

"Waaah—"

"Beep beep—"

"Buzz, boom, boom~"

As night fell, the once quiet and bustling streets of London were suddenly filled with the blaring of police sirens.

Fire trucks, ambulances, and police cars with flashing red and blue lights were everywhere...

And police helicopters circling in the night sky.

Soon, counter-terrorism special police also appeared on the banks of the Thames.

Hundreds of armed police officers patrolled the area, checking every suspicious person...

...

At dawn, the sun slowly rises from the east.

Golden sunlight surged like a tide upon London, this international metropolis.

At the top of the skyscraper, the glass curtain wall reflects a dazzling light.

The Thames flows quietly, its surface rippling with golden waves, as if it were wearing a golden veil.

Both sides of the riverbank.

Beneath the historic buildings, the number of pedestrians on the street gradually increased.

However, unlike before, people were now walking hurriedly, their faces showing more fear and panic.

Even in the bustling city, the air still carries the acrid smell of a large fire.

"Boom!"

Located 23 kilometers from downtown London, Heathrow International Airport is touted as Europe's busiest 4F-class airport.

The American Airlines flight carrying Wang Yueheng and others slowly descended and eventually came to a steady stop at the end of the runway.