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Angels of Death

To kill, one need not resort to knives, guns, swords, or spears, nor be splattered with blood. A puddle of water, a piece of wire, a few strands of hair – all can become lethal weapons! A series of ingeniously crafted accidents ends the freedom of countless evildoers in an instant! When a group of individuals, each with their own stories but united in purpose, gather around a protagonist of exceptional intellect, a team that strikes terror into the hearts of all evildoers is born! They are not demons who relish in killing; they are flesh-and-blood heroes. On the stage that belongs to them alone, they compose emotional symphonies that resonate deeply! They are the 'Angels of Death'.

David_Tieku · Horror
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82 Chs

Fallen Flower

He Li dislikes staying in hotels because she always feels like she's just borrowing a space, which gives her a sense of insecurity. On the day Bennie left China for Africa, she moved out of the aircraft carrier hotel and into a luxurious villa she had purchased earlier.

Possibly still shaken by the incident with the golden watch face, Bennie's men found Below Zero's residence, but it was already empty. Below Zero seemed to have vanished from the city, making He Li feel very unsafe. Despite having a highly skilled female bodyguard hired by Bennie, she remained on edge. So after Bennie left, she didn't return to the modeling team or participate in any shows. Instead, she secluded herself in her villa, living a life of near isolation.

At this moment, she was in the luxurious bathroom, soaking in a bathtub filled with rose petals, enjoying the melodious music, and indulging in a milk bath.

Directly above the bathtub hung a huge crystal chandelier, illuminating her body soaked in milk, flawless and perfect. Her soft hands glided over her creamy and tender skin, and she smiled contentedly at her reflection. Despite her body having been "polluted" by those detestable men, it was still so tempting… She loved her body deeply.

He Li didn't come from a wealthy background. Even now, she often thought back to when she had just graduated from college, naive and penniless. She remembered herself with high prescription glasses, dressed poorly, introverted, buried in work, thinking hard work would lead to success, only to see her efforts taken for granted by others. Then, she was discovered by a modeling coach, or so she vaguely recalled. She forgot exactly when, but she realized that she wasn't worthless. Her nearly perfect figure and impeccable face were her most potent assets and tools for making money. So, she changed. She started paying attention to her appearance, earnestly learning about fashion and hairstyling, and figuring out which men were wealthy and willing to spend a fortune on a beautiful woman…

To this day, she doesn't regret her transformation. She doesn't care how others view her. Words like degradation or integrity are meaningless to her.

She believes such comments are just from those who are jealous, those who are unwilling or unable to change themselves.

If she hadn't "fallen," if she still pretended to be virtuous, where would all the Ferraris, luxurious villas, and rose milk baths come from? Would she live like an ordinary office worker, adhering to a routine and drawing a monthly salary? She once jokingly calculated that at her previous rate of earning at a company, it would take her ten years just to buy a single wheel of a Ferrari!

So, she treasures her body and face even more, spending ample time and money on their upkeep.

If it weren't for Below Zero's murder attempt, her life now would seem perfect and enviable.

Below Zero…

The thought of him sends a shiver through her, her eyes widening and her body tensing. Only when she reassures herself that she's in her nearly enclosed luxurious bathroom and remembers the skilled female bodyguard outside does she breathe a sigh of relief.

She detests this man from the bottom of her heart. If given a chance to confront Below Zero face to face, she would ask why he sought her death. Was it just because she used his money? But he had also used her body, which was a fair trade, wasn't it?

Damn men, go to hell!

Bennie will find you…

As He Li gritted her teeth thinking of Below Zero, Mu Zi was also biting his lip, twisting his hair in frustration.

On the wall in front of him hung a large whiteboard covered with dense notes detailing He Li's daily activities: what time she got up, ate breakfast, used the restroom, applied facial masks, took baths, and went to sleep…

He Li's current life resembled Mina's, almost entirely spent indoors. But He Li's situation was more challenging than Mina's. When they killed Mina, they used her dog, but He Li didn't have any pets and had a calm and competent female bodyguard… This young-looking bodyguard meticulously installed cameras in every room from day one, monitoring the entire villa from the bedroom. Of course, at He Li's strong insistence, the camera in the luxurious bathroom was removed, but this didn't affect safety. Since the bathroom was located at one corner of the second floor and had no windows leading directly outside, just guarding the door was enough to prevent any danger. From then on, whenever He Li bathed, the bodyguard would sit in front of the bathroom door, guarding her safety like a diligent watchdog…

So, planning an accidental death for He Li meant entering the villa.

But even inside, one would have to avoid the omnipresent cameras and the vigilant, dedicated bodyguard.

It seemed like an impossible task.

Mu Zi's eyes were bloodshot from severe lack of sleep. Ouyang Liuse had advised him many times, but he remained unmoved.

After a month of monitoring and recording He Li's activities, it was time to summarize, deduce, and develop a final solution. He needed quiet and deep thought.

He seemed rooted to his chair.

Days of intense thinking left him unkempt, resembling a disheveled artist.

However, Ouyang Liuse, sitting beside him, found this moment of Mu Zi very attractive.

Though still clueless, she believed that if Mu Zi was determined to do something, he would succeed!

So, despite feeling pained seeing Mu Zi in such a frenzy, she refrained from disturbing him too much. She occasionally offered him calming food and drinks like chocolate and green tea, his favorites during deep thought. Ouyang Liuse spent most of her time silently watching Mu Zi or idly browsing the web. Most young couples enjoy sweet nothings, but their love was always more about silence than communication. Yet she didn't mind; she was used to this kind of love…

Entering the villa wasn't impossible. Impersonate a delivery person, a salesperson, a newspaper deliverer, or even a police officer. The key was, how to set up an accident in a villa full of cameras? Under the tight protection of the female bodyguard, what kind of accident could fatally strike He Li?

The bathroom… The only chance was the bathroom…