Chapter 4 Perfect Assasination 

"I knew my marksmanship wasn't that bad."

Just as Clark was about to grin, a bullet hit his ear and hit the wall. The flying gravel also ran into his ear, and there was another burst of pain.

"Die to me!".

Clark rushed forward again with red eyes.

A few minutes later...

The dying leader of the Skeleton Brotherhood fell to the ground, coughing blood and foam, and looked at the man standing in front of him with hatred and horror in his eyes.

"Someone once said that a perfect infiltration is to kill all the enemies who find you. I always think this sentence is very correct, what do you think?"

The leader of the Skeleton Brotherhood on the ground opened his mouth to say something, but he only spit out a mouthful of blood foam, and then swallowed his last breath with a look of death.

"It seems that you also agree with this sentence."

Clark stepped over the other party's body and walked to the office inside the bar.

A few minutes later, he came back here again.

There was a black canvas bag in his hand.

This canvas bag contained the things he had just collected from the office. The money he scraped is not much now, about four to five hundred thousand.

In fact, Clark doesn't usually need to spend money on much.

After all, he is actually just a 9-year-old child, so how can he need so much money?

But looting after killing is a traditional custom.

In line with the mentality of not taking anything for nothing, Clark still found a canvas bag and packed the money and took it away.

As for the guns on the ground, Clark couldn't see them. He was blinded.

He wouldn't admit it. It was because his marksmanship was too bad, so he didn't think he could use it, so he didn't take it with him. When he walked out of the bar, there was no one outside.

None of the customers who ran out had any conscience. After being shock, they won't go to call the police. After all, they knew very well what kind of place this was. Who dared to come to this place to cause trouble, could they be someone they could afford to offend?

In line with the principle of doing more things than doing less, no one called the police..

Just pretend that he hasn't been here tonight!

Throwing the canvas bag on the ground, Clark picked up the bucket of gasoline he brought and went back to the bar.

It didn't take long before the bar was filled with gasoline.

It was spilled. The gasoline was spilled up to the door of the bar along the way, and extended a short distance outside before he threw away the empty gasoline barrel in his hand.

Picking up the canvas bag on the ground, Clark took a few steps back, took out a windproof lighter, lit it and was thrown away. The gasoline on the ground burn along the trail.

And....Boom~!!!

The raging fire spread rapidly into the bar with traces of gasoline.

Clark turned and left without even looking back at the bar behind him that had been engulfed by the raging fire.....

"In the early hours of yesterday morning, a fire broke out in a bar on Norfa Avenue. After the fire was extinguished, police officers found dozens of bodies in the fire scene. It was identified that these people were members of a local gang and all died before the fire burned, in response to this vicious case, our city..."

In the morning, the morning news is playing on the TV in the living room.

The content of the news is exactly what happened at the Blood Rose Bar last night.

After washing up, Clark came down from the second floor and smiled to himself when he saw the news playing on the TV.

"It was on the morning news, and it looked like there was quite a bit of movement."

This is not bad news for Clark.

The bigger the noise, the more damage points he can get in the future.

It is best to make a national sensation....Well, if you think about it, you know it's impossible. This is not a Chitauri invasion in the future, and it won't cause such a big noise.

But even if it's just this, Clark's action this time has yielded a lot of rewards.

After he destroyed the Skeleton Brotherhood headquarters last night, the system rewarded him with 30 destruction points.

After being reported by these news programs this morning, he received another 40 destruction points as a reward. The total of the two times before and after was 70 points, although not as much as the honor given to him for founding Hydra and destroying Hydra yesterday.

But the former is not a one-time transaction, and the latter is probably not going to make any more gains for a long time.

"It's probably another gang vendetta, the city is getting more and more chaotic."

Mr. Kent, who was sitting in the living room, looked disappointed and shook his head. It wasn't until Mrs. Kent walked over and glared at him that he realized Clark was standing behind him.

"Did our little superman sleep well last night?" Mr. Kent said with a smile, changing the TV station

"Well, not bad."Clark nodded.

Then he walked to the kitchen

"Lisa, let me help you."