My Identities Were All Exposed After I Was Pampered by Everyone at My Grandfather's House!

“Yes. Did you guys do it?” Qiao Yue asked.

“No way! How dare we act without order?” Xiao Jia seemed to be busy, but she soon walked to a quiet place to talk to Qiao Yue.

“The police and the army have sent people to investigate. Our informants in the task force said that they haven’t found anything yet. The person who killed Trand is very well hidden.”

Qiao Yue opened her iPad and looked at the 3D map.

It was a panoramic map of the area around the detention center where Trand was held.

The detention center was located in an open space, and there were no tall buildings within a 500-meter radius.

The only place where the suspect could hide was the Jinyue Tower 500 meters away.

It was an office building with many companies and a few training centers. It was not difficult to bring in a disguised gun using a guitar case or a file box.

“I heard that they locked down the building immediately, but they still couldn’t find anyone suspicious.”

Qiao Yue frowned.

If they surrounded the building right after Trand was shot but couldn’t find the suspect, it meant that the suspect did not take the ordinary route when exiting the building. He either went through the ventilation shaft or attached ropes to the building facade.

“Have you looked into the nearby cars?” Qiao Yue asked.

“It’s difficult to investigate. It’s not a prosperous area and there were urban villages and alleys nearby. If the suspect sneaked into the urban villages or alleys, it’ll be difficult to trace him.”

Qiao Yue sighed. This person didn’t employ ordinary methods indeed. Only a top-tier assassin would have such capabilities.

“Have you looked into the whereabouts of the top assassins in the organization?” Qiao Yue asked.

“Most of them are not in C-Country. Only No. 53 is in the country, based on recently reported trips.”

No. 53 was an assassin with almost the same status as Qiao Yue in the organization.

Qiao Yue had never met him before. His identity was very mysterious, and he had only lived in the organization’s system.

People in the Godfather’s organization contacted each other using a multi-layer encrypted social app. They didn’t use ordinary social apps, but a secret software that was specially developed by YQ.

This software could be said to be the world’s most powerful social app. Its confidentiality and speed were almost the world’s most advanced.

The identity and serial number of each organization member would be searchable inside. This No. 53 was also in Qiao Yue’s contact list.

However, Qiao Yue had never contacted him. No. 53 seemed to have been overseas all the time and had never turned up at any of the organization’s gatherings.

No. 53 had always been given secret solo missions. The Godfather had never mentioned anything about his training.

Qiao Yue opened the social app on her phone and looked at the dark profile picture.

No. 53’s profile picture was a very dark one where one couldn’t see what was on it. Qiao Yue clicked on the picture, enlarged it, and increased the brightness on her phone. Only then did she see that it was a gun with its muzzle pointed off frame.

It was a long-distance sniper rifle made in D-Country. Qiao Yue had used it before.

Moreover, the range of this rifle was 500 to 1000 meters, which was exactly the distance between Jinyue Tower and the detention center.

Qiao Yue narrowed her eyes. All the information seemed to connect. She didn’t believe that there would be so many coincidences. All these must lead to one final answer.

No. 53 must be Trand’s murderer, but why did he kill him? Was it ordered by the Godfather’s order or was it…

With this question in mind, Qiao Yue typed a message and sent it to No. 53.

“You there?”

Qiao Yue held her breath when she saw the word “read” at the end of her message.

Although they could contact each other freely on this social app, people with no overlapping missions generally didn’t contact each other. It didn’t seem wise for her to contact No. 53 out of the blue.

After waiting for a long time, the app showed that No. 53 was typing.

After a few more minutes, No. 53 replied with a simple sentence.

“Trand was my mission.”

Qiao Yue’s pupils constricted when she read this. Things were just as she had expected.

After a while, No. 53 sent her another message.

“Qiao Yue, I’m your opponent.”