Chapter 3224

The Pale Face watched Bruce pass several appearance dice, basically all successfully, and he should have used the points from the previous battle to add skills related to charm. Anyway, going back and forth with the woman, he soon fooled her until she couldn't find north.

After the woman left, two or three more batches of reporters came. Obviously, they all smelled the scent of big news. Bruce chatted happily with them, and in a few words, he revealed Old Siltek's bottom line.

His previous incitement also had a good effect. After nightfall, several figures poked their heads at the intersection. Of course, this couldn't be hidden from the reporters' eyes. Bruce saw several familiar figures get into the reporters' cars.

Seeing that the time was about right, they returned to their car. Bruce said while packing his equipment, "If the church wants to kill Old Siltek, tomorrow's interview is the best opportunity. They will definitely come to scout the location in advance tonight."

Looking at Bruce's actions, the Pale Face said, "You intend to go in?"

"I'm not at ease if they do it," Bruce said. "It's not that I look down on the church, but if they want to do it like they usually do, creating some monster event to cover up the fact of the assassination, then Old Siltek, who has long been on guard, won't let them succeed."

The Pale Face nodded. He felt that what Bruce said made sense, and then he asked, "How are you sure that the church people will release a monster event instead of just killing him with a gun?"

"The church has often done this for decades, which will give them a kind of inertia. I mean they only train people who deal with monster events, and won't raise real assassins, because compared to releasing monster events, killing people directly is both dangerous and inefficient."

"Are you planning to intercept?"

"That's right. If the other party wants to act, they must have something in their hands. I mean the kind of thing that can trigger a monster event." Bruce got out of the car, and the Pale Face followed behind him.

"What do you think that will be?"

"I don't know either, but I think it should be safe before that thing is truly activated. If we can get that thing, the initiative will be in our hands."

The Pale Face held his gun and said, "What do you need me to do?"

Bruce looked back at him while walking forward and said, "Do you kill?"

"Can you look at who I am before asking this question?"

"Don't mind it, it's just that you look more like Batman than Batman, I have to ask."

"I can only say that I have killed people before, and now I won't kill unless necessary."

"Necessary means..."

"I usually only kill in self-defense. If the other party doesn't threaten my life, I'll at most knock them unconscious."

"Got it, passive defensive type. Then give me the gun."

"You kill?" The Pale Face looked up at him and asked.

"Whether I kill or not mainly depends on God's mood."

"What do you mean?"

"Look, shooting in this game requires throwing dice, right?"

"That's right, so what?"

"Then whether we kill or not depends on the number on the dice. We fired the gun, but whether the bullet can hit the other party's vital parts actually depends on luck, right?"

"Hmm... that also makes sense."

"Luck is determined by God," Bruce said after taking the gun. "That is to say, the one who kills is not me, but God."

"I see it now," the Pale Face said.

"See what?"

"You not only kill, but you're also good at sophistry."

Bruce rolled his eyes and said, "If God wanted to stop me, he should have stood up. If he didn't, then he wanted more people to accompany him. I just satisfied God's wish. You can't understand this shallowly as slaughter."

"Can you be even more shameless?" the Pale Face asked.

"Of course, I added the shooting skill."

"Which means almost a guaranteed hit?"

"Yes."

"Then you still say it depends on God's mood?"

"If God was in a bad mood, he should have stood up to stop me when I added the skill, but he didn't."

The Pale Face didn't want to talk to him anymore. He even walked a few steps faster, wanting to stay away from Bruce.

"Alright, God is too far away from me," Bruce sighed, but his tone changed, and he said, "But God's eldest son is watching me in my head now, and he didn't stop me either. This can't be blamed on me, right?"

The Pale Face looked at him as if he were looking at something dirty. After climbing over the courtyard wall of the TV broadcast center, he said to Bruce, "I have a little medicine left there. After the game is over, you can try it. It should be helpful for your current situation."

Bruce pretended not to hear what he was saying, carried the gun, bypassed the security booth, twisted the handle of the side door, and found it wasn't locked. He opened the door a crack and squeezed in.

To prevent surveillance in the TV station, they had taken off the expensive clothes from the day, changed back into their original clothes, and even masked their faces. This was actually mainly to deceive the church.

The TV station wasn't very big. Bruce led the Pale Face to walk around the first floor and found no suspicious people. They went to the window on the second floor to watch. Just past 12:00 midnight, a car stopped sneakily in the nearby woods.

Several people got out of the car. One of them came to the front door to attract the security guard's attention, and the other two also climbed in from the backyard.

After the security guard was lured away, the last person pushed a small cart in. The box on the small cart was clearly what they wanted to set up.

"There are quite a few people coming," Bruce said, rubbing the trigger of his rifle. "How many can you lure away at most?"

"That depends on their vigilance, but it seems they have no precautions. I think maybe three," the Pale Face said after judging. "The remaining one might be a technician. Maybe you don't need to kill him. It's better to keep him to ask some things out."

"I'll try my best," Bruce said. "This gun has no silencer. Once fired, it will definitely cause a big commotion. Better give it to you."

Bruce stuffed the rifle back into the Pale Face's hands. The two of them split into two paths and lured them away separately before they could meet.

The action on the Pale Face's side was very successful. Before the two people who climbed in from the backyard could go upstairs, they were lured away by him.

The person who attracted the security guard was a little later. The person pushing the cart came in first. Bruce knew at a glance that they weren't very professional, or rather, they hadn't been on any dangerous missions, which was why they left such obvious flaws.

He directly hijacked the person pushing the cart. When the person who attracted the security guard returned, he only found that his companion and the cart had disappeared together.

Bruce first strangled the person pushing the cart unconscious, threw him into the utility room, and locked the door, then opened the box on the cart.

However, what disappointed him was that it seemed to be some props for disguise, all foam boards, nail guns, glue, etc., and at a glance, there were no key items.

Although the church was not well-prepared, it was still very cunning. It was estimated that the key items were on the other person.

Bruce thought for a moment and roughly understood their train of thought. It should be that using or triggering this item required some disguise. The two people who came in from the front door should both be the disguise group, and the two people who climbed in from the backyard were the ones carrying the key items, preparing to find a place to settle them.

The Pale Face also discovered this point, because one of the two people he lured away was particularly sneaky, as if he was afraid that others wouldn't know he was hiding something in his arms.

Originally, the Pale Face intended to lure them far away and then get rid of them, but looking at the current situation, there must be something fishy inside. He didn't intend to leave everything to Bruce to solve, so after getting rid of them, he circled around and came behind them.

First, he took advantage of their lack of precaution to knock one unconscious. When he wanted to deal with the other, he threw a die and failed, failing to sneak attack successfully.

Fortunately, the Pale Face had a gun in his hand. He left the person with the key item to be solved last. This guy wasn't a tough guy either. Looking at the dark muzzle, he handed over the things in his arms with great helplessness.

That was a doorplate.

The Pale Face was stunned when he saw this doorplate because he remembered that Shiler seemed to have a similar one in his hand.

So this thing was the source of the monster?

The Pale Face felt it wasn't that simple, so he launched another surprise attack, knocked the remaining person unconscious, and searched the two people. Finally, he found several screws wrapped in paper in the pocket of the person holding the doorplate.

Looking at the screws and the holes on the doorplate, the Pale Face roughly knew how this thing was used, but he didn't act rashly and dragged the two into a remote room to lock them up.

After the Pale Face and Bruce met on the second floor, they had the opportunity to carefully look at the doorplate. The doorplate read "1011".

Bruce had also inquired about hotel-related clues when he was online before. Although he didn't know the situation as well as Shiler, he could roughly guess what was going on.

Bruce just let the Pale Face put away the doorplate and go back to the car first. After all, it wasn't very safe to carry such an important thing on his body. He went to the venue for tomorrow's news program recording first.

Because the recording would start early tomorrow morning, the venue had already been set up tonight. Bruce walked around inside and finally climbed into the ventilation duct above through the shelf behind the news background board, and then followed the ventilation duct to the ventilation duct exit on the other side of the venue.

First, he removed the fence at the exit and took a look at the field of vision, finding that there was exactly a clear sniper path leading straight to the seating area. It was the golden shooting distance, and the hit rate at this distance was basically 100%.

Bruce calibrated several times. After setting up the gun, he put the fence door back on. Now it was only a few hours before the interview started, so he simply waited here.

The Pale Face observed the situation outside. Around 4 o'clock in the morning, staff members walked into the TV station one after another. At 5:00, important hosts and experts arrived.

Around 5:30, a car drove into the gate of the TV station. The surrounding reporters moved immediately, blocking the gate of the TV station and asking Old Siltek, who was sitting in the car, all kinds of questions.

Looking at that familiar face, the Pale Face felt relieved. At the same time, he saw a group of people at the side door of the TV station rushing in regardless of the security guard's obstruction.

They held various signs in their hands, and their faces were full of grief and indignation. It was the group of people Bruce incited yesterday. Ms. Theresa took the lead, rushed up, and scratched the security guard's face. The people behind broke through the side door and ran all the way to the venue.

Seeing the side being broken through, the reporters no longer entangled with the security guards at the front door, but slipped around, holding long guns and short cannons, following behind the protesting crowd, rushing towards the venue in a swarm.