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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

Ouyang Liuse’s Mission (1)

A woman drinking alone can have many reasons, but they generally fall into a few scenarios: first, to drown her sorrows; second, to celebrate; third, to reminisce about someone or commemorate something. Of course, there's also a fourth possibility — personal preference, meaning the woman might simply love drinking.

She was very calm while drinking, not showing any signs of sadness or excitement. Moreover, she had been leading a monotonous, secluded life in the villa for over a month, so the reasons for her drinking alone here could likely exclude the first and second possibilities. As for the fourth, that could be dismissed without much thought — the way a person drinks can clearly indicate whether they are a hardcore drinker.

Her gaze was fixed on a point in the void straight ahead. Her hand was steady as she held the glass, downing her drink in one go each time, seemingly indifferent to the taste of the alcohol. She set down her glass gently as if it were her child, then grabbed the bottle and poured without looking, filling her glass to the brim without spilling a drop…

So, her drinking was for remembrance, for nostalgia. Behind the cold exterior of this stunning woman, there surely lay a rich and exciting story.

For a moment, Ouyang Liuse felt an impulse to delve into her heart and uncover those stories.

But then, she was brought back to reality by the purple crystal bracelet on her wrist. On her pale wrist, the purple bracelet matched her purple dress and the purple-framed glasses on her nose.

Ouyang Liuse, who was accustomed to white, wasn't quite used to the purple dress she had just bought from a clothing store five minutes ago.

The bracelet, dress, glasses, and even the book on the table were all carefully selected to get closer to this mysterious female bodyguard. The book was a mystery called "Angel of Death," which Mu Zi had observed to be the bodyguard's favorite.

Getting close to her, understanding her, the most important goal was — to find out how to delay her without her noticing. This was what Mu Zi wanted Ouyang Liuse to do.

Once the issue of time was resolved, everything else would follow. They would switch from being reactive to proactive, controlling the time themselves! They would decide when the female bodyguard would return to the villa! This was Mu Zi's plan!

To delay this skilled, responsible, cautious, and alert bodyguard, there was only one way: to get close to her, gain her trust as much as possible, and then somehow make her willingly delay her return to the villa.

Of course, this task was for Ouyang Liuse to complete, and only she could do it…

To get close to someone, you first need to understand them, which means observing every detail and inferring their thoughts and character based on these details.

People who like purple are usually melancholic and sentimental, with an underlying sense of romance and rebellion, keen yet emotional. In this restless era, those who still spend their days engrossed in books are usually introverted, withdrawn; and those who particularly enjoy mystery novels tend to have a calm, cautious, and repressed nature. Based on her current understanding of the bodyguard, Ouyang Liuse concluded that she was not an easy person to approach but not without an opening. Her personality and profession meant she likely had few friends, yet deep down, she believed her loneliness was due to not yet finding someone truly compatible, someone to share her misery or interests with...

This purple-dressed girl was beautiful, no, 'beautiful' was too mundane a word for her. It was her aura...

In fact, Feng Ying had noticed the girl in purple as soon as she sat down. They were dressed similarly, in purple, with long hair draped over their shoulders. In celebrity circles, this would be called a "fashion clash," but when Feng Ying saw Ouyang Liuse, her heart stirred slightly. Seeing someone with similar tastes always brings a sense of camaraderie.

The girl obviously noticed their strikingly similar attire and hairstyles. She smiled faintly at Feng Ying and took her seat across from her in a corner of the restaurant.

While the girl was ordering, Feng Ying put down her book. Oh, it seems there's someone else in this world who likes to read books as I do… Feng Ying thought to herself.

The girl ordered a fruit salad and a juice, then quietly began reading her book. Feng Ying couldn't see what book it was, but she noticed the girl looking anxiously out the window every few minutes. With her background as a bodyguard, Feng Ying was all too familiar with this behavior — clearly, the girl was avoiding someone. And the person riding a Harley motorcycle slowly along the road outside, looking around, was obviously searching for something.

Feng Ying couldn't help but smile to herself, then continued her drink.

If time could be turned back five or six years, maybe we could have become friends... As she picked up her glass, Feng Ying suddenly thought, then downed the rest of her drink in one go.

Checking the time, it was already 10:30 PM. By now, He Li would have finished the last episode of her sappy drama, preparing to take a bath and then go to sleep. He Li always spent an hour in the bathtub, often dozing off, claiming it was her secret to maintenance. The bathroom, the only place without cameras and where no traps could be set, was the villa's blind spot. It would be too dangerous if someone intended to harm her now... Time to go.

Feng Ying paid the bill and was about to leave when the restaurant's glass door was suddenly flung open. A person stumbled in, running to the center of the restaurant and scanning the sparse crowd of diners. It was the person who had been riding the Harley outside, still with his helmet on, making his searching glances seem quite comical. Before the confused waitstaff could approach, he spotted Feng Ying and hurried towards her!