?Mobile reading Qin Feng handles the backstage operations, Zhou Mingchu takes the stage, and the International Police Command delivers the main performance. Eighty Electronic Book The nearly twenty secret training bases of the Death Angel have all been locked onto by satellite. Except for two or three locations, the countries in which these bases are situated have all expressed support for the International Police Command's operations. Those two or three locations lie in conflict zones or in politically unstable nations—yet this is not a major issue at all. A few special assault teams can resolve the situation. Soon, the operations began to unfold vigorously, with activities spreading across various regions. Only then did the senior leadership of the Death Angel learn that problems had arisen at headquarters, following detailed reports from their dispatched investigators. Crash! A slim, middle-aged man, furious, threw a vase he was holding, shattering it to pieces, and exclaimed, "What on earth is going on? Headquarters has been attacked—why haven't Wicks and Ramos reported this to me?" "The investigators, trembling with apprehension, said, 'I think they simply didn't have time to react. All the defenders and staff members were killed. Though we haven't found their bodies, we're certain they're severely injured or dead. Besides the pyramid itself, there were intense explosions outside as well. We found human fragments on the trees around the area—definitely theirs!' The middle-aged man, known as the Angel of Death, was one of the Four Dark Angels under King Fere. He personally founded the second assassin organization, which is why he was named the Angel of Death. The original purpose of establishing the Dark Angels was to balance the growing power of the Island of Death. Since the Island of Death was built later, many of its practices were directly adopted from its proven successes. Yet no one anticipated that, just as the Dark Angels were beginning to show their effectiveness, the Island of Death had already disappeared entirely." This was entirely unexpected, even for the Death Angel himself, who had been confident and eager to secure a significant share of the Death Island's vast business, thereby proving his capabilities. Yet the outcome was that he himself had flourished while his rivals suddenly vanished. King Ferre was deeply incensed, though he found some consolation in the fact that the Death Angel could now take over the collapsed Death Island. Subsequently, investigations revealed that the downfall of the Death Island had actually stemmed from Qin Feng's actions—so what was left to wait for? They had to eliminate him. Thus, the command reached Wicks. At the time, Wicks was puzzled, yet he didn't dwell on it much. Since it was King Ferre's directive, he simply executed it without deviation, offering a compensation of eight million euros. Yet now, Qin Feng had not been killed, and the Death Angel's organization had been completely upended—first, without any prior warning, the headquarters had been seized. Then there were the scattered training bases, where trainees, instructors, and defense personnel were all absorbed by Interpol. It could be said that a vast organization collapsed within just a few days. The Death Angel Organization, which had carried the hopes of so many—especially after the disappearance of the Death Island—had been entrusted with sparking a new wave in the world of assassins and becoming a leading force. Yet, before it could even begin to lead, it too followed the fate of the Death Island. Death Angel struck a solid wooden desk in front of him into splinters, gritting his teeth and declaring, "Qin Feng, this matter is certainly tied to Qin Feng. Our three batches of assassins have all been arrested in China. Dispatch personnel immediately to investigate. If they have already turned traitors, eliminate them without mercy!" Several people turned and fled, for if they stayed any longer, they might very well become his targets. … Qin Feng dressed in local attire, lounging comfortably in a chair, enjoying the sunlight. On the small side table beside her, there were fresh fruits and a cocktail. Though this is a relatively less affluent country in America, its tourism development is exceptionally well-executed and perfectly caters to the tastes of high-end tourists. Isabella wore a light, sandy-colored dress with a strap design that exposed her graceful shoulders and slender arms completely. As she walked, the elegant curves of her legs and her bare feet came into view, adding a distinctive charm. If it weren't for the fear of being frozen into a cold drink, Qin, the young gentleman, would have already transformed into a wolf and overwhelmed the beautiful female instructor a thousand and a thousand times over. "Xiao Feng, the international police operation has been a success—we've secured all the training bases," she said, holding up a tablet. "The information came from Zhou Mingchu, and it's highly reliable. He also mentioned that the international police were very satisfied with the operation and have already awarded him recognition for his efforts." "Qin Dashi stirred his lips thoughtfully: 'Everyone has already received praise from foreigners. Zhou Uncle is now renowned both at home and abroad—rising in office is now a given. By the way, how many people have we captured?' The beautiful officer glanced at the screen and replied: 'Over a hundred trainees, more than forty instructors, and the hired military personnel responsible for security and defense—there are well over three hundred of them. These figures represent only the captured. During the operation, many more resisted and were killed. The police forces themselves have also suffered significant losses!' With hundreds of people taken in one go, the 'Angel of Death' can no longer be described as merely depleted. 'That'll be great,' he said with a mischievous smile. 'The captured will surely be on the move. After all, every wrong has its rightful holder. The International Police will bear the brunt—after all, who can blame them for being the very heroes who uphold justice? They naturally face greater risks than others. Hahahaha!' "Being a killer by training, Qin still harbors a certain resentment toward the police. It's more than pleasant to create some trouble for them. The beautiful officer gave him a graceful glance, lifted her glass of wine, and drank it down with a smooth voice: "There's one more matter—your young girlfriend in Europe is likely to have a tough time ahead. It seems the Red Blade Mercenaries are launching a counteroffensive. The people hired by Gossens at high cost may not necessarily be the strongest opponents. I believe the scale of the crisis among the Red Blade is closely tied to the fall of the Angel of Death!" He shrugged. "Gossens is, after all, the world's wealthiest man—money is no object. As the saying goes, 'a generous reward always inspires courage.' He won't be easily defeated. Once the two sides have fought out their differences, I'll step in to settle the Red Blade. Then Gossens will owe me a personal favor, hehe!" Isabel murmured, "Ideally, he'll be so moved he'll hand over his daughter directly to you, won't he?" "If he were really that polite, how could I possibly refuse?" he said with a sense of noble determination. "Well, then you're a classic case of a soul-deadly dull person," the beautiful officer turned and looked at the view, saying, "We've already been resting for several days—aren't we due to do something? You wanted to lure out the snake, didn't you? Maybe the snake has already come out, simply because it couldn't find you!" He stood up from the lounge chair, removed his sunglasses, and smiled cheerfully, "Of course we should do something. I've spoken with the hotel staff—there's a high-end casino about fifteen kilometers away. Let's go take a look this afternoon."