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Chapter 556 - 550, Socialist Core Values (First Update)_1

Chapter 556: 550, Socialist Core Values (First Update)_1

The sound of a rifle bolt being pulled back was not just once, but five or six times.

Ren He’s nerves were already on edge, and the sudden occurrence of such sounds was like someone fiercely tightening the strings inside his heart!

Was it aimed at himself, or at the neighbor next door? Having such a neighbor, that’s the downside...

The CIA is legendary for its vast capabilities, and although he had never exposed anything, the problem was, he couldn’t be sure whether someone had discovered him before he acquired Master Level Investigative Skills, and he had failed to notice them.

He couldn’t peek out through the peephole in the room—if it was really aimed at him, and the other party decided to spray the suite’s door with bullets, then he would be absolutely finished.

The suite was quite costly, but the problem was that the door did not come with bulletproof service!

No matter whom it was aimed at, at this moment, he had to be prepared.

Without making a sound, Ren He sprinted to the window, reopened the balcony door, and then moved to the wardrobe to take out the cello case—all within less than 3 seconds.

Ren He was aware that if the other party was coming for him, then the time left for him was very little.

First, he took out the handgun and placed it within reach, then he began to rapidly assemble the sniper rifle.

Opening the window was to ensure that he could jump out at any time. The height of the third floor was not an issue for Ren He—if he couldn’t win a fight, of course he would have to flee.

He had memorized the satellite maps of Amsterdam, and Ren He had reason to believe that if the fight turned into street warfare, it would definitely be more advantageous for him.

While Ren He was assembling the sniper rifle, the faint sound of footsteps had already passed by his door and stopped at Allen’s door...

Ren He exhaled in relief—it really was for Allen...

He also pondered a question: could it be that the danger hinted at by the Divine Punishment System was not from the CIA, but from the powers Allen had offended? After all, the current danger was happening too close for comfort.

Before their extensive conversation, Ren He had learned that Allen had offended a country or power in Europe. He didn’t ask further, but it probably had nothing to do with the CIA...

At this moment, Ren He was unaware that the CIA had already begun sweeping through Europe’s hacker system. Even though Steve had a wide network of information, he couldn’t know about the secret mission being carried out by Mark Pen’s combat team. This was the result of information asymmetry.

So Ren He did not know that the CIA was also among those hunting Allen.

He did not stop assembling the sniper rifle in his hands, but at this point, he was somewhat reassured. Ren He was certain there was no one outside his own door, and he stealthily approached the peephole to look out. He saw the figure of someone holding a silenced pistol standing in the hallway outside. This person was entirely unrecognizable to Ren He, not matching anyone from the information Steve had provided him.

"Could it really not be the CIA?" Ren He was puzzled. He had been anticipating this great battle for so long, and now reality was telling him that it wasn’t the CIA after all!

Isn’t this complete nonsense?

Knock knock knock, someone was knocking on the next-door neighbor’s door, resulting in Allen suddenly yelling from inside the room, "Are you done or not?!"

Everyone outside the door was momentarily dazed. What the hell was going on? They were here to capture Allen, but before they could break down the door, the target hit them with such a remark, seemingly with deep meaning, yet also seemingly a misunderstanding...

"Ahem, sir, room service," said the person outside the door softly.

The enraged yelling from Allen inside the room abruptly stopped. He recognized that this wasn’t the voice of the lunatic from before... and that lunatic likely didn’t need to knock!

Indeed, after Ren He left, Allen had realized something: the madman wasn’t there to kill him, he was purely nuts! That’s why he dared to shout when hearing the knock because he had no concerns for his life; the other party didn’t commit any violent acts other than disarming him.

Oh, and having to twist myself into bizarre positions for a heart-to-heart with myself is also considered an act of violence!

But that’s about it.

However, now it was different, Allen’s just relaxed mood tensed up again—he knew his situation, and even started to regret why he had stolen the three hundred million euro jackpot from the European Union lottery.

Now he had the money, but no life to spend it!

"I didn’t call for room service, I don’t need room service," Allen said, forcing himself to remain calm.

The five people outside exchanged looks, and someone lifted a silenced pistol to shoot at the door lock. The sound made Allen jump up, intending to hide, but where could he hide in such a large suite?

Ren He had overestimated Allen; to the hacker, who was not physically strong, the pistol was more for courage than anything practical.

The five people outside rushed into the room one after another and caught Allen, whose pistol was still in the disassembled condition Ren He had left it in, with the magazine scattered around the room.

"You’re not the police," said Allen, looking at the other’s silenced pistol and turning pale—he knew that the police didn’t need to use silenced pistols!

Previously, Allen thought it was only the European Union’s criminal police who were after him, but now he realized that it was not that simple!

Ren He, listening from behind the door, was also confused: What was this chaos all about?

The people who caught Allen looked around the room and said coldly, "The words you just said to the door, who were they for? Has anyone been here?"

There was nothing to hide—the last thing Allen wanted was to be tortured for information. He composed himself and said, "A madman! A madman just barged in and took my gun!"

The pupils of the man opposite Allen constricted; he thought they were too late, "Did you give him the account?"

"No..." Allen had just finished speaking when he felt a bit of regret—he was still a bit too slow to respond. If he could pin it on the madman from earlier, wouldn’t he be off the hook?

But no, these people weren’t the police, and they would possibly kill him on the spot if they thought he no longer had what they were after!

It seemed more likely that these men were assassins from an unknown organization, there to take the fortune he held!

Allen’s mood was very complicated; even he didn’t know what to say.

The assassin picked up Allen’s pistol and noticed the magazine scattered far away, looking puzzled, "What did he come here for?"

"He said he wanted a heart-to-heart talk," Allen replied honestly, having decided to tell the truth about everything except the account matter.

"A heart-to-heart talk?!" The assassins clearly hesitated, looking at each other in confusion—what was this all about?

"What did he talk to you about?" the assassin asked coldly. He wanted to infer the visitor’s identity from the content of their conversation; everything seemed so strange that he wanted to know what Allen had discussed with the visitor.

"Freedom, equality, justice, rule of law, strength, democracy, civilization, harmony..." Allen said, trembling with fear...

The assassins, who had hoped to gauge the visitor’s identity based on the content of the conversation, were even more perplexed when Allen started to speak...

What the hell was this?!