Chapter 342
After the live broadcast ended, the world seemed to return to its usual quiet routine. Day after day, life went on, uneventful and calm.
Except for the occasional news reports on national channels, where they’d announce the latest cases cracked thanks to Elysia’s memory extraction technology, uncovering all the previously unsolved mysteries and exposing those who had bullied Elysia–like the disgusting perverts and corrupt TV producers.
Over the following seven nights, each and every person who had wronged Elysia mysteriously had some organ removed.
Those with sharp tongues had their tongues sliced off, those who used violence had their hands severed. Some even lost everything. Naturally, they didn’t survive.
At the airport, Peter, having gone to great lengths to hide his identity, was now at the airport, impatiently awaiting his flight back to seek refuge with the Federal Bureau of Investigation.
But just as he was about to board, a man in a mask and hat blocked his way.
“Hello, I need to verify some documents with you,” the man said, speaking perfect Mandarin.
With his black hair and eyes, Peter hesitated for just a second before he accepted, assuming the man was just doing his job. But then, to his surprise, the man led him to a less crowded area.
“Hey, ugly, where are you taking me? You better believe I’ll report you!” Peter sneered as he reached for the man’s collar. However, as he tugged, the man turned his head just in time, and the mask was torn off.
The moment Peter saw his face, his entire body shook. The arrogance melted off his face, replaced by a ghostly white expression. He was terrified.
“Karl? How–how are you here? Your hair, your eyes…. you changed all this just to catch me?” Peter screamed.
Karl had dyed his hair black and was wearing black contacts. But the reason for the disguise wasn’t just to fool Peter–it was to evade the Fuvre police as well.
But the time for hiding was over. This was the last one.
“You’re still talking too much,” Karl muttered coldly.
With a flash of movement, his knife slid across Peter’s throat. Peter didn’t even feel the cut, his body stiffened, and as he tried to speak, he only managed to choke out, “You… never… see…”
Before he could finish his curse, he collapsed, eyes wide with anger and regret. He had spent years infiltrating organizations, hoping one day to wipe them out and claim the massive reward from the police department–living a life of luxury afterward.
But now, all of that was gone. His greatest regret? Not eliminating that woman, Ava, earlier.
“Dead man! Help! Someone–help!” A shrill scream came from the distance, and Karl silently removed his gloves, tossing them in the trash, exposing his face to the security cameras.
He had thought about returning to Tolmun, helping Selena with the organization’s cleanup, but in the end, he stayed. Over and over again, he had to prove to her that he was truly avenging Elysia. He really… loved her.
“Grab him! He’s the one who knocked me out and stole my clothes!”
A man in nothing but red underwear rushed toward Karl, followed by a group of security guards. Karl glanced at him with a calm, indifferent gaze, standing still as if he was ready to surrender.
But the guards hesitated. Seeing the bloodstains on his clothes, it was clear; this was a murderer.
“You! Raise your hands! Or–or I’ll call the cops. The ones with guns!” The man in red barked, his voice trembling.
“But with a single glance, Karl sent him stumbling backward in fear.
“The guards, uncertain, picked up their riot sticks and cautiously moved closer, knowing that at least with those weapons, they might be able to subdue him.
“Sir, please kneel and put your hands on your head,” one of the guards said. “If not, don’t blame us… Think about your family, think about your
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Chapter 342
friends. It’s still not too late to surrender.”
“Yeah, you’re young. Do you really want your parents to bury their son?” another guard added.
“Exactly. You’re handsome, too–your wife must be…”
The third guard froze as he spoke, and Karl suddenly turned to glare at him. His eyes, now bloodshot and terrifying, sent chills down the guard’s spine.
The next words that came from Karl’s mouth made the other guards burn with anger, wishing they could stop the third guard from speaking.
Karl gritted his teeth and hissed, “He’s the one who killed my wife.”
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The third guard immediately regretted his words, his face paling. The other guards cursed under their breath, wanting to shove their hands in his mouth to stop him.
Karl felt a storm of emotions surge through him. Elysia’s face flashed in his mind, and just like when he was upset before, her image tormented him. But this time, something snapped when he heard the guard mention “wife.” His desire to see Ava reached its peak.
Suddenly, a suffocating feeling overwhelmed him. He could hear a voice in his head–Elysia’s voice. “You know, the dead can’t come back. And you, you’ve already avenged her. You’ve gotten your revenge.”
The third guard tried to salvage the situation, speaking quickly, “Listen, you don’t have to run anymore. You’ve already avenged her, haven’t you?
You’re done with this.”
Those words triggered something in Karl’s mind. He remembered Cloud Church. Ava’s ashes had been scattered there. Didn’t the people from Fuvre have a saying?
“Live together, die together.”
The first part hadn’t been fulfilled, but the second… maybe it could be.
Karl looked at the third guard, gratitude in his eyes. “Thank you. I know what I need to do now.”
With that, in full view of everyone, he dashed away, leaping across the rooftops and escaping the encirclement.
The crowd watched, their eyes wide, and once Karl disappeared from view, all eyes turned to the third guard.
“Why are you looking at me? He ran off on his own, it had nothing to do with me!” the guard stammered.
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