Chapter 450 K lost control of his emotions and shot them all to death
Hear the last explosion from the phone.
Number 10, who was so nervous that his palms were sweating, finally let out a sigh of relief. His phone slipped weakly from his hand, and he slumped to the ground, gasping for breath.
Although he had just behaved very calmly, No. 10 was very clear...if No. 8 had not made that decision, how much trouble would the consequences be.
At the very least, the entire poker organization will be in complete crisis and will be unable to make up for it.
Even though No. 8 has left now, he was the only one who died, so there is still a chance to make up for his mistake.
Not lost yet.
The poker organization has not lost, and neither has I.
But the most important thing now... is to tell Brother K that they were both fooled by the dog and that No. 8 is dead.
Think of this.
Number 10 quickly picked up the phone that had fallen to the ground and immediately dialed K's number.
But what surprised her was... after waiting for dozens of seconds, K didn't answer the phone, and she didn't know what he was doing at the moment.
at this time.
A detail quickly flashed through No. 10's mind. At that time, there was a killer helping No. 8 to buy time. Did Brother K already know about No. 8 and didn't answer his call out of anger?
Or...have I also been abandoned by the poker organization?
no.
This must never happen.
Seeing that he couldn't get through to K's number, No. 10 bit his lower lip and then dialed another number.
Wait two seconds.
The call was already connected, and No. 10 immediately pretended to be anxious and nervous and cried, choking with sobs.
"teacher."
"Teacher, I'm sorry, No. 8... No. 8, he's in trouble."
"My plan and K's plan have failed. The dogs' target was not us, but Number 8."
"Before the accident, No. 8 called me and said that he had no way out. In order to protect our poker organization, he chose to leave forever."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, teacher, wuwuwu, wuwuwu..."
Regarding No. 10’s crying.
The professor on the other end of the phone did not answer immediately. Instead, he waited for several seconds before speaking in a calm and mature tone.
"Number 10."
"It's no use apologizing to me. Number 8, who deserves to hear this apology, has already left us forever."
"This is a mistake made by both you and K. I'm very disappointed in you, Ten."
"We'll go meet up with K and the others first. As for how to deal with those dogs, I'll give you the appropriate direction later."
After saying that.
The professor hung up the phone without hesitation, as if he didn't want to listen to No. 10's crying anymore.
Listening to the busy tone coming from the phone.
Number 10 was stunned for a moment, and then he quickly wiped away the tears that had just come out with the back of his hand. He clenched his fists tightly, his eyes filled with unwillingness.
Are you disappointed in me?
If you give me the chance to climb higher, why would I need to fight for this opportunity? How could number eight die?
Anyone is fine, but you must not be disappointed in me, teacher.
Although his emotions surged like waves, when No. 10 slowly stood up, his clenched fists loosened.
The ferocity on his face and the unwillingness in his eyes suddenly disappeared, leaving only regret and pain. This was the expression that Brother K and others wanted to see from him.
......
And before this phone call.
"K."
"You failed..."
The professor's words, without any emotion, sounded like thunder in K's ears.
K was stunned for a moment, then looked at the two police cars still waiting behind the abandoned factory, and subconsciously asked in confusion.
"Teacher, I...failed?"
"Su Ming hasn't even entered my trap yet, why have I already failed?"
After saying that.
The professor's still calm voice sounded immediately afterwards.
"Su Ming won't come."
"The dogs' target was not you or number 10, but number 8."
"If nothing unexpected happens, Number 8 is probably in trouble now, and may have sacrificed himself forever for the poker organization..."
Not finished yet.
"How...how is this possible?" The professor was interrupted by K's unbelievable words before he could finish his sentence. He widened his eyes and asked anxiously.
"Number Eight, aren't you setting up a trap with Number Ten?"
"How could something happen so suddenly? They even died. The movements of those dogs were always within our predictions."
"How... How is this possible, teacher, are you mistaken? This shouldn't be possible?"
I don't know if it was because he was unhappy about being interrupted or if he was still trying to figure out how to start again.
The professor was silent for a few seconds before he spoke in a tone without any emotion.
"K, I'm very disappointed in you."
"Number 8 has already sacrificed his life for the glorious cause of our poker organization. I do not wish to repeat it to you for the third time."
"Evacuate your so-called trap as soon as possible. Those dogs are not as easy to deal with as you think."
"You have failed this test..."
The words fell.
The professor hung up the phone without hesitation.
K stood there like a petrified person. Although he cared very much about the professor's opinion of him, it was nothing compared to another piece of news.
This so-called opinion seems so insignificant.
Number 8...dead?
The dogs' target was not him or Number 10, but Number 8, so he... died?
Just when K was in a daze.
J, who had been observing Liu Yang and the others, saw the two police cars in his sight suddenly start and turn around, and shouted hurriedly.
"Brother K, Brother K."
"Those dogs are running away. They seem to be evacuating here!"
J's shout.
K immediately came back to his senses and looked out the window, clearly seeing...the two police cars were turning around quickly, obviously leaving the place.
K finally understood the meaning of what the professor said.
I failed and number eight died.
Because the group of dogs did not enter his trap from the beginning, all those illusions were smoke bombs released by Su Ming.
This moment.
K was completely unable to remain calm, his heart was filled with anger, and he threw his phone to the ground with force.
"Bang---"
Since there was no laptop around, the poor cell phone was replaced and turned into pieces.
Immediately following.
K simply picked up the automatic rifle next to him, pointed it at the departing police car, and roared with red and bloodshot eyes.
"Shoot! Everybody shoot!"
"You must leave them to me and chop off their heads to bury with No. 8!!!"
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