Chapter 310: Two Shots to Eliminate the Troublesome Gray Wolf

On the dazzling stage under the spotlight.

Gray Wolf chose not to follow the Magician’s instructions or cooperate with the planned escape illusion.

Instead, he acted entirely according to his own plan.

Standing at the center of the stage, where he had a full view of the entire audience, he hoped to spot the hidden Ghost.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

…

Every second standing on that stage felt like an unbearable torment for Gray Wolf, a mounting pressure gnawing at him from within.

If even this method failed to locate Ghost, then the chances of completing the mission would plummet drastically.

But after nearly ten seconds of scanning, as a devout Christian, Gray Wolf felt that God had finally answered his prayers.

Because he saw it—clear as day.

Ghost was sitting in the center of the audience, wearing a human-skin mask that matched one of the facial profiles Q had given him earlier.

There was no doubt.

In that moment, Gray Wolf knew he had finally found Ghost.

The ever-cautious Ghost also instantly recalled why the man on stage looked so familiar—it was because they had met before.

And the place… was a casino in the United States several years ago, where Ghost had won tens of millions of dollars.

Even without further details, the moment Ghost recognized Gray Wolf’s identity, he immediately understood: the Black man on stage was another assassin sent by K.

That brief but deadly moment of eye contact made Ghost’s heart skip a beat. He saw it clearly—

The assassin sent by K had also recognized him, and the moment he did, his right hand instinctively reached into his coat.

Ghost knew exactly what that meant.

He wasn’t naive enough to think the assassin was just scratching an itch or doing anything other than drawing a gun.

Faced with a killer about to pull a weapon, Ghost remained calm. He knew—

In a situation like this, standing up and running would only make him an easier target. The only rational move was to find proper cover.

So, the moment he saw the man on stage likely reaching for a gun, Ghost didn’t hesitate. He bent down and ducked under the seat in front of him.

Just as most of Ghost’s body slipped beneath the seat, Gray Wolf pulled out the pistol he had already loaded in advance and fired four or five rapid shots toward Ghost’s position, emptying the magazine.

“Bang!”

“Bang!”

“Bang!”

…

Flames burst from the muzzle of the modified silver pistol, and the deafening gunshots echoed through the entire Circus Hall.

The sudden outbreak of violence stunned the entire audience for a moment, then chaos erupted.

Screams, shouts, cries of terror—all of it turned the Circus Hall into a scene of utter pandemonium.

Hiding beneath the seat, Ghost felt a burning sensation across his back. His right arm, exposed on the outside, felt strange and limp—he could no longer move it.

It was clear.

His right arm had been hit. But thanks to adrenaline or the body’s natural defense mechanisms, the pain hadn’t yet reached his brain.

…

At the very moment the shots rang out—

Su Ming and his team, who had already arrived at the Circus Hall to track down Ghost, immediately rushed toward the audience area at top speed, their expressions grim.

Bringing up the rear, Liu Yang, panting heavily with his large belly bouncing, cursed as he ran.

“Damn it.”

“Gunshots? To prevent Ghost from slipping away, we didn’t even station officers in the audience!”

“Don’t tell me… besides the Priest, K sent another operative into Jiahe City just to make absolutely sure Ghost was eliminated?”

No one answered Liu Yang’s question.

Or rather—

Everyone’s faces were filled with tension. They weren’t just worried that something had happened to Ghost, which would jeopardize the entire case. They were also deeply concerned whether the five gunshots had caused civilian casualties.

In Dragon Country’s criminal investigations, no matter how important the case or how critical the suspect, when weighed against the safety of civilians, everything else came second.

The first priority was always to ensure the safety of the public.

Only then came the effort to gather clues and evidence, apprehend the suspect, and solve the case.

At that moment—

Su Ming, who was in excellent physical shape, led the charge. The instant he heard the gunfire, he didn’t hesitate. He drew the pistol from his waist.

In one smooth motion, he disengaged the safety, chambered a round, and gripped the weapon in one hand. Ahead of him, a panicked crowd surged toward the exits.

Without a second thought—

Su Ming raised his left elbow to his chest to shield himself as he moved against the flow of people. His right hand held the gun at a downward angle toward the floor.

As Su Ming pushed through the crowd toward the audience area—

Lin Tian, Chen Sheng, and the others behind him worked to maintain order and prevent a stampede, shouting loudly:

“Police! We’re the police!”

“Don’t push! Everyone stay where you are! Let us handle this!”

“We’re here to ensure your safety. Please make way and let us through so we can assess the situation!”

The chaos triggered by the gunfire—

Didn’t seem to faze Gray Wolf in the slightest. His expression remained unchanged as he swiftly ejected the empty magazine and replaced it with a spare he had prepared earlier.

The renowned Magician who had been standing beside him had long since fled to some unknown corner backstage, but Gray Wolf didn’t care in the slightest.

His only target was… the Ghost currently hiding beneath the chairs.

Though he had clearly seen a bullet strike Ghost’s arm just moments ago, it wasn’t a fatal wound. He needed to follow up with another shot to finish the job.

Only when Ghost was permanently silenced would the Boss’s mission be considered complete.

After swiftly reloading his magazine,

Gray Wolf stared coldly at the spot where Ghost had taken cover. His eyes were devoid of emotion, laced with a chilling bloodlust and cruelty.

To prevent any chance of a counterattack, Gray Wolf kept his gun raised, ready to fire at a moment’s notice.

As for the crowd of tourists and civilians in the venue, Gray Wolf didn’t spare them a second thought.

He knew that in Dragon Country, where gun control was strict, not a single one of the thousands of spectators would be armed or capable of launching an attack on him. This wasn’t the United States, where freedom reigned supreme.

Gripping his pistol tightly, Gray Wolf began moving step by step toward Ghost’s position.

It might take a little more time, but at the very least, it ensured that the marked target—Ghost—would have no chance of slipping away unnoticed.

But just as Gray Wolf had taken barely two steps, still not even off the stage,

“Bang!”

“Bang!!”

Two sharp cracks of gunfire rang out—clearly from Dragon Country police handguns.

The first bullet shot out like lightning, striking the custom pistol in Gray Wolf’s hand. The powerful impact sent the weapon flying high into the air.

Before Gray Wolf could even react,

The second bullet followed close behind, even more precise and deadly.

“Pfft—”

The sound of a bullet tearing into flesh rang out clearly, and blood immediately bloomed across Gray Wolf’s left chest…