Chapter 431: The Metropolis Mystery (Part 12)

"So, you just gave him a hit with an umbrella?"

Ben Jie Ming looked at Luo De's corpse. He could see very clearly that there was a deep bruise on Luo De's chin, which looked like it was caused by a hit. This was consistent with Yin Wensi's description.

After blurring the key parts of the conversation with Luo De, Yin Wensi simply explained the communication process between him and Luo De. At the end, he said: "After knocking him down, I intended to leave directly. But before leaving, I saw a black shadow near the window..."

"Black shadow?" Ben Jie Ming frowned and scanned the few people in the venue. But what he didn't expect was that the first person to speak was Pan Ni.

"I finished my midnight snack and wanted to go out for a walk, but it was snowing outside, and there were agents everywhere in the corridor, so I simply jumped down from the balcony."

Ben Jie Ming stared at Pan Ni's beautiful face. There was no doubt that her features were exquisite and had a charm that made people unable to move their eyes. But no matter how he looked at it, Pan Ni looked more like a socialite who should appear on the dance floor, rather than a female agent who could jump around on the surface of the building.

Ben Jie Ming just wanted to refute her when he felt a cool breeze on his face. Accompanied by a "whoosh" sound, he turned his head and saw a hairpin embedded in the brick seam of the wall behind him. Pan Ni retracted her hand, raised her eyebrows, and said: "Don't ask me how I did it, you just need to listen."

Accompanied by Pan Ni's narration, time slowly retreated again, returning to when Pan Ni knocked Luo De to the ground.

After Pan Ni finished all this, she left without looking back. Then, after returning to her room, she pretended to be intimate with Bruce and drove Ben Jie Ming out.

And Ben Jie Ming, who left the room, wanted to find Luo De for the first time. He called the agent who was deploying defense in the corridor. The agent told him that Luo De went to the reception room and hadn't come out until now. So, Ben Jie Ming went to the reception room. He wanted to talk to Luo De.

When Ben Jie Ming walked into the reception room, Luo De had already barely climbed up from the ground.

Pan Ni used a vase to hit his face. Although it looked like a big movement, the lethality was actually not great. Except for the fragments of the wine bottle cutting the skin on his face, and the heavy blow making his nasal cartilage injured, it didn't hurt his skull and brain. Luo De lay on the ground and eased for a while, then climbed up and began to look for things to stop the bleeding.

When Ben Jie Ming walked in and saw this scene, he was stunned for a moment, and then immediately walked up to ask Luo De: "What's going on? Someone attacked you??"

Luo De, who was wiping blood with a paper towel, turned his head and glanced at Ben Jie Ming. Ben Jie Ming saw infinite anger and malice from his eyes.

"Get out, you annoying fly!" Luo De had completely lost the disguise of being honest and kind. The kind of irritability and greed in his nature were revealed.

Before Ben Jie Ming could continue to say anything, Luo De cursed loudly: "You group of agents and police are all the same! I paid so much tax every year, but only raised you group of waste, unable to provide me with any help, only buzzing like flies!"

"And that dog shit and White! He forgot who spent a lot of money to push him to the top after the scandal of the candidate being assassinated!"

"I just asked him to cooperate with me to kill a few people, he actually dared to open his mouth wide and asked me to help him enter the state legislature?!" ===== CHAPTER 432 =====

Consequently, she turned to run, but before she turned, she saw that Lionel had a gun in his hand. The moment Lionel stood up, Selina rolled to the side. "Bang!" The muffled sound of a silenced pistol rang out.

Those repressed emotions of Lionel's erupted in an instant. He held a semi-automatic pistol and kept firing at Selina, his eyes full of malice.

Lionel's marksmanship had not undergone special training, and his accuracy dropped rapidly as the target distance increased and the movement accelerated. There were not many bullets in the pistol magazine, and as he kept pulling the trigger as if venting his emotions, the bullets were soon exhausted.

At this moment, Selina stood up from behind the sofa, smoothed her hair, put her hands on her hips, and looked at Lionel, saying, "We shouldn't have any grudges, right? I don't remember ever stealing anything from the Luthor family."

Selina's tone was very light, because this was truly a small scene for her.

Back then, when the four major gangs of the East End were in a firefight, with bullets flying and shells firing, it hadn't stopped her from stealing things.

Falcone and the Twelve Families had governed the North End like an iron barrel, but that hadn't stopped her from coming and going like the wind. The amount of exercise just now didn't even count as a prelude to a warm-up for Selina.

But it was precisely this attitude that completely enraged Lionel. Originally, the image of Selina in his heart was just a useless socialite.

Lionel, who was wealthy enough to rival a nation, had only ever seen these socialites fawning over him in every possible way. As a result, the way Selina was looking at him now was as if she were looking at a child who had gone to a shooting camp and couldn't even hit the target.

This evening, Lionel had already been provoked too many times; even the most solid psychological defense had collapsed.

He cursed loudly, using every insulting vocabulary he could think of, throwing them at Selina.

If Selina were truly a socialite, or one of those wealthy young ladies and wives often seen at banquets, they would certainly be so angry that their faces turned red, whispering insults like "scoundrel" or other words with no lethality, then stomping their feet in anger until they turned and ran away.

But Selina was not that kind of person. She grew up in the East End and lived in the midst of rap concerts almost every day. When it came to the vocabulary of profanity, Lionel, who had lived in Metropolis since childhood, could not possibly be her opponent.

The first few sentences Lionel spoke were insults about Selina's appearance and figure, which Selina didn't care about at all. But afterwards, Lionel started bringing up her mother, and Selina immediately bristled.

She stood where she was, and as soon as she opened her mouth, a series of extremely intense, highly insulting profanities poured out.

In the next two minutes, she didn't even need to stop to catch her breath. Various insulting metaphors, English slang, and insulting jokes poured out of her mouth one after another. Three minutes after Lionel ran out of steam, Selina was still cursing.

Knowing there were no bullets in Lionel's gun, Selina simply walked directly from behind the sofa, came in front of Lionel, and pointed at his nose to curse.

The rap level honed in the lowest depths of Cat Getan's East End was no joke; Selina rattled off witty remarks for over ten minutes before stopping.

She picked up a glass of wine from the table nearby, gulped it down, then wiped her mouth and said, "Thanks to you, you elderly groundhog who is as stupid as the lace on Joe's underwear. Ever since I moved into the damn Wei En Manor, I haven't felt this refreshed in a long time."

Lionel's face turned red with frustration; he had never heard so many swear words in his life.

In the end, he couldn't hold it in anymore. He completely abandoned all the kindness he had feigned and completely tore off his gentleman's mask. He stretched out his hands and rushed toward Selina like a zombie, waving his fists to hit her.

Selina nimbly bent her waist, dodging his swing. When she stood up again, she grabbed a vase from the decorative table nearby and swung it hard. With a "bang," the vase smashed straight into Lionel's face. Amidst the splashing blood, he fell to the ground in response.

Selina put one hand on her hip, tossed the mouth of the vase onto the ground, spat at Lionel, and turned to walk toward the window.

Halfway there, as if remembering something, she trotted back to Lionel's side and stared at his chest for a while.

Finding that he was still breathing, Selina breathed a sigh of relief. If Bruce found out she was killing someone here, and the person she killed was the banquet host, he would definitely be very angry.

Having confirmed that Lionel was not dead, Selina left with peace of mind. Her route back was the same as the one she had taken to get here, walking along the outside of the building. When she returned to the balcony of the room, she suddenly heard some movement inside.

Selina hurriedly leaned to the side, hiding on the side of the balcony. At this moment, she heard Benjamin's voice coming from the room.

"In summary, Philby very likely handed this list to his former colleagues or students. What I said in the hall earlier, that the list very likely appeared on the East Coast, is indeed true, but it is not specific..."

"According to our observations, it is very likely in Cat Getan."

The room was quiet for a while, and Bruce's slurred reply came: "Is that so?... Then you go investigate it, why come find me?"

Benjamin was silent. The words he was about to say were not easy to bring up, but Bruce had no intention of picking up the conversation at all. Benjamin saw Bruce leaning against the head of the bed, looking decadent, as if he had just gotten high on drugs.

Benjamin's gaze fell on the pile of wine bottles. He frowned, then had to get straight to the point: "We need your help. Our agents have been to Cat Getan to investigate, but..."

Benjamin seemed to remember something, his face becoming very ugly. When he looked at Bruce's appearance again, his attitude softened a little instead.

After all, compared to the reports from those agents who went to Cat Getan to investigate, Bruce was already considered harmless to humans and animals.

Bruce gave a disdainful "hiss" and said, "You guys can't handle Cat Getan at all, right? This is the foresight of the Wei En ancestors. You annoying agents... like dog shit that can't be shaken off..."

Benjamin's face was a bit ugly, but he still maintained as much patience as possible and explained to Bruce: "There is very likely a Soviet agent of the same level as Kim Philby lurking in Cat Getan City. This also does no good for the Wei En Group. Perhaps he is even planning to steal your group's secrets..."

"Steal secrets?" Bruce snorted coldly and said, "You really are just a stupid agent. When the scale reaches the level of the Wei En Group, there are no secrets to steal..."

"I can let you experience my life for a day, go inspect any factory of the Wei En Group as you please. You can also make all the information you obtain public; I don't care at all..."

"Mr. Wei En, I don't know why you hold such great malice toward agents, but I must emphasize the seriousness of this matter to you."

"Oh, oh, oh! This again. Everyone says this to me—this matter is serious, that matter is serious. Please, can't you guys relax a little? Look at what time it is now; it's already late at night!"

Bruce blocked his eyes with his arm and said, "You lock me here, asking this and that—what is the difference between this and kidnapping? I don't want to hear this!"

At this moment, the door was knocked. Selina walked in at the right time. She saw Benjamin's figure, froze for a moment, then frowned and said with great dissatisfaction, "Darling, what's going on? Why is there an outsider in our room?"

Bruce hurriedly sprang up from the bed, wrapped his arms around Selina's waist, and said, "There's no help for it. Who told this group of fly-like agents that they always like to buzz around outside?"

The two were already embracing each other. Benjamin really couldn't stay any longer. He turned around with a dark face and walked out of the room.

"It seems you didn't cause fatal injuries to Mr. Luthor."

In the parlor, Schiller looked into Selina's eyes. Selina smoothed her hair and said, "I just wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine; I didn't mean to kill him."

As he spoke, Schiller turned his head toward Benjamin again and said:

"Officer, if you want to get some help from us, it's best to show some sincerity, isn't it?"