My chat group members are all legendary criminals.

Chapter 85 Assassin: Code Name 47

Lu Yiming took a picture of the origami robin and sent it to the group chat.

Lu Yiming: Does anyone know what this is?

Someone replied very quickly.

Harley Quinn: It's a little bird! My Puddin folded one too~ Then we stuffed it down a talkative detective's throat and watched him cough up blood while imitating bird calls, it was so funny! ヾ(✿ﾟ▽ﾟ)ノ

King of Bank Robbers: You crazy woman, can you please stop sending such disgusting stuff!

Harley Quinn: Shut up! Believe me or not, I'll go down the internet cable and shove a grenade down your guts.

Zhang San, the outlaw: Then this constitutes intentional assault.

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These mentally ill people spend their days either arguing with each other or acting crazy in the group chat.

Lu Yiming rubbed his temples, ignoring the group's banter.

Lu Yiming: Stop talking nonsense. These are criminal marks left at crime scenes by a professional hitman I recently encountered.

Upon seeing this message, the few guys who had been diving finally appeared.

Professor Moriarty: This is a bird from the German Empire; its name is the robin. There must be some symbolic meaning behind them leaving it behind.

Food critic Hannibal Lecter: People who leave marks after committing crimes generally suffer from severe obsessive-compulsive disorder and narcissistic personality disorder.

Che Guevara: @KID Is that so? Didn't you hear me say you're narcissistic? Every time you steal something, you send out some kind of notice, as if you're afraid others won't know it was you who stole it. What a big shot you are.

KID: ...Can you shut up, you battery thief?

Looking at the conversation in the group, Lu Yiming fell into deep thought.

The "crime scene" he just mentioned is something only the police would use.

He did it on purpose, of course. The implication is quite obvious.

Anyone with half a brain would suspect his identity, or at least think of him as a corrupt cop infiltrating the police force.

But top-tier, highly intelligent criminals like Hannibal and Moriarty completely ignored his "self-destruction" and continued their own discussion.

The conclusion is already quite clear.

Chemist Old White: Sorry, I can't help you. These professional killers are all very vigilant.

Che Guevara: If all else fails, just steal all the batteries from a bunch of cars. Without a car, he can't run away!

Professor Moriarty: Do you know what his purpose is?

Lu Yiming shook his head in disappointment.

There's too little information available right now, making it difficult to find this professional killer.

Moriarty is right; if we can know his purpose and motives, we can follow the clues to find the source.

"If we consider the target, why did he kill Simmons, the Black man?"

Lu Yiming muttered to himself, "Could it be because of that batch of smuggled weapons?"

Wait a minute, he was arrested by the state police as soon as he arrived at the scene.

Who called the police? Who knew someone had died in the car and wanted to throw dirty water on him? It could only be this murderer.

He suspected that the robin's killer's motives were either weapons or... him.

Just then, an account that had been dormant for a long time suddenly popped up.

The profile picture is of a bald man in a suit, holding two silver M1911 pistols.

Code Name 47: I can help you, but I have one condition.

The speech was brief and to the point.

Lu Yiming stared at the screen. Assassin Codename 47?!

Is it that genetically modified clone killer?

He always wore a sharp black suit and a blood-red tie. He was an expert in all the world's assassination techniques, firearms, and poisons, killing without leaving a trace.

Those targeted by this bald man never even knew how they died.

Lu Yiming: What are your conditions?

Code Name 47: Help me find a biotechnology company, I'm not sure of the name, that is conducting human gene cloning experiments with the aim of increasing human lifespan. Let me know as soon as you have any news.

Lu Yiming's eyes flickered slightly.

Biological experiments? The pursuit of immortality? Cloning technology?

How come it's so similar to the Lazarus cult?

Who cares? It's a matter of going with the flow. Let's get the red envelopes first.

Lu Yiming: Deal.

Immediately afterwards, a red light flashed on the screen.

[Code Name 47 sent out a special red envelope]

The red envelope features a bald man holding a pair of guns.

[The red envelope assistant has automatically grabbed a red envelope for you]

Congratulations on successfully securing the "Absolute Silence (Code Name 47 Exclusive)" for 3 hours!

Death never knocks.

"Nice!"

This is the assassin's mastery skill, codenamed 47.

With this skill, he can become a top-tier assassin.

With this trump card, he has an absolute chance of winning if he really faces that robin killer.

While he was leaving the group chat, two administrators in the group chat started a private chat, avoiding everyone else.

Food critic Hannibal: He seems to have figured it out. His statement just now was a deliberate test of us.

Professor Moriarty: How far are we from our goal?

Food critic Hannibal: Not nearly as good. Let that butcher named Yang Wei try it first.

Professor Moriarty: Hmm.

Lu Yiming was unaware of this conversation.

He put away his phone and rubbed his temples.

After his intelligence improved significantly, he was no longer the rookie auxiliary police officer he once was.

Other group members may not know, but those few high-IQ criminals in the group have definitely seen through his identity!

They didn't expose him; in fact, they kept sending him red envelopes to support him.

He recalled a scene from "The Silence of the Lambs":

Hannibal Lecter once used psychological suggestion in prison to twist a transvestite patient into "Buffalo Bill," a serial killer who skinned people everywhere.

Are these demons planning to control themselves in the same way?

The ever-increasing red numbers on their personal panels are the mental poison they've been given red envelopes to feed them.

They want to subtly corrupt an American police officer into becoming their agent or one of their own!

Lu Yiming sneered.

Want to control me? Then let's see who ends up using whom.

buzzing.

His phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket, breaking his reverie.

Lu Yiming answered the phone, and the butcher's voice came from the other end.

"Friend, something's not right. They've changed their contact person again, and even the location. I have a feeling... something's not right. Maybe you should back out?"

Lu Yiming's eyes narrowed: "What exactly is wrong?"

"I can't find any information about the new contact person, it's very suspicious."

"The other party asked me to drive the car to a back alley in the Old York neighborhood, leave the keys under the left front wheel, and leave immediately without asking any questions."

Lu Yiming glanced at the robin.

Why the change of contact person so quickly? Could it be this guy?

He made an assumption that the assassin killed the contact first and then took his place as the contact.

The purpose was this batch of weapons.

Since that's the case, I might as well play along.

The best hunters often appear as prey.

Lu Yiming said without room for argument, "No, I'll still go, but this time the transaction location is up to me."