Chapter 450 K Lost Control of His Emotions and Shot Them All to Death

Heard the final explosion coming from the phone.

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No. 10, who was so nervous that his palms were already sweating, finally breathed a sigh of relief. The phone slipped weakly from his palm, and he slumped to the ground, panting heavily.

Although he had behaved calmly just now, No. 10 knew very well...if No. 8 had not made that decision, how troublesome it would have been in the future.

At the very least, the entire poker organization would be in crisis beyond repair.

Although No. 8 has left now, he is only dead, and there is still a chance to make up for his mistakes.

Haven't lost yet.

The poker organization has not lost, and neither has it.

But the most important thing now... is to tell Brother K that both of them were tricked by that dog and that No. 8 is dead.

Think of this.

No. 10 quickly picked up the phone that fell on the ground and immediately dialed K's number.

But what surprised her was... After waiting for dozens of seconds, K didn't even answer the call and didn't know what he was doing.

at this time.

A detail quickly flashed through No. 10's mind. At that time, there was a killer helping No. 8 buy time. Did Brother K already know about No. 8 and didn't answer his call out of anger?

Or... was he also abandoned by the poker organization?

no.

This must not happen.

Seeing that K's number could not be reached, No. 10 bit his lower lip and then dialed another number.

Wait two seconds.

The call was already connected, and No. 10 quickly pretended to cry anxiously and choked with sobs.

"teacher."

"Teacher, I'm sorry, No. 8...No. 8, something happened to him."

"Brother K and I failed. The target of those dogs was not us, but No. 8."

"Before the incident, No. 8 called me and said that he had no way out and chose to leave forever in order to preserve our poker organization."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, teacher, woo woo, woo woo..."

Regarding No. 10’s cry.

The professor on the other end of the phone did not answer immediately, but waited for several seconds before speaking in a calm tone.

"Number ten."

"It's useless to apologize to me. Number 8, who deserves to hear this apology, has left us forever."

"This is a mistake between you and K. I am very disappointed in you, No. 10."

"We will meet up with K and the others later. As for how to deal with those dogs, I will give you a suitable direction later."

After finishing speaking.

The professor hung up the phone without hesitation, as if he didn't want to hear No. 10's crying complaints at all.

Listening to the busy hangup signal from the phone.

No. 10 was stunned for a moment, and then the tears that had just been squeezed out were quickly wiped away with the back of his hand, and he clenched his fists hard, his eyes filled with unwillingness.

Disappointed in me?

If you give me a chance to climb higher, why would I need to fight for that chance? How could No. 8 die?

Anyone can do it, but teacher, you can’t be disappointed in me.

Although emotions surged like waves, when No. 10 slowly stood up, his clenched fists had already been loosened.

The fierceness on his face and the unwillingness in his eyes immediately dissipated, leaving only full of regret and pain. This was the expression that Brother K and others wanted to see from him.

...

And in front of this phone call.

"K."

"You failed..."

The professor's emotionless words sounded like thunder in K's ears.

K was stunned for a moment, then glanced at the two police cars waiting behind the abandoned factory, and subconsciously said in confusion.

"Teacher, I...failed?"

"Su Ming hasn't even come into my trap yet, why have I already failed?"

After saying that.

The professor's still calm voice sounded immediately afterwards.

"Su Ming won't come."

"The target of those dogs is not you or No. 10 at all, but No. 8."

"If nothing else happens, something will probably happen to No. 8 by now, and he may have died for the poker organization forever..."

Not finished yet.

"How...how is it possible?" Before the professor could finish speaking, he was interrupted by K's unbelievable words, and he asked anxiously with his eyes widened.

"No. 8, aren't you setting up a trap with No. 10?"

"How come something happened suddenly and even died? The movements of those dogs have always been in our predictions."

"How...how is this possible? Teacher, are you mistaken? This shouldn't be the case?"

I don’t know whether he was dissatisfied with being interrupted or was trying to figure out how to speak.

The professor was silent for a few seconds, and then he spoke in an emotionless tone.

"K, I'm very disappointed in you."

"Number 8 has already given his life for the glorious cause of our poker organization, and I don't want to have to repeat it to you a third time."

"Evacuate your so-called trap as soon as possible. Those dogs are not as easy to deal with as you think."

"You...failed in this assessment."

The words fell.

The professor hung up the phone without hesitation.

K stayed in place as if petrified. Although he cared very much about the professor's opinion of him, compared with other news.

This so-called opinion seemed so insignificant.

Number 8...died?

The target of the group of dogs was not himself, nor number 10, but number 8, so he...died?

Just when K was in a daze.

J, who had been observing Liu Yang and others, saw the two police cars in sight suddenly start and turn around, and hurriedly shouted.

"Brother K, Brother K."

"The group of dogs are going to run, they seem to be evacuating here!"

J's shout.

K immediately came back to his senses, and hurriedly looked outside the glass, clearly seeing...the two police cars were turning around quickly, obviously leaving this place.

K finally understood the meaning of what the professor said.

He failed, and number 8 died.

Because the group of dogs did not enter his trap at the beginning, those illusions were all smoke bombs released by Su Ming.

At this moment.

K was completely unable to remain calm, and his heart was filled with anger, and he threw his mobile phone to the ground with force.

"Bang——"

Since there was no notebook around, the poor cell phone was replaced and shattered into pieces.

Then.

K directly picked up the automatic rifle next to him and pointed it at the police car that was driving away, roaring with red and bloodshot eyes.

"Shoot! Everyone shoot!"

"They must be left to me, and their heads must be chopped off and buried with No. 8!!!"