The only thing that doesn’t match the style of the painting is that at the end of these eight characters, there is a smiley face outlined by a brush.
Although the lines of this smiley face were simple, they were very vivid, and it was even obvious that there was a bit of contempt in that smile.
Just as he was reveling in the impeccable quality of these eight characters, the low voice that had been altered suddenly came through the headphones, and he seemed to be very angry as he let out a low roar: “What a Lin Wan’er! D*mn it! D*mn it!”
After saying that, he roared in anger, “Blow it up for me!”
The man was a little surprised and subconsciously asked, “Blow it up? Blow what up?”
Just as he finished speaking, the portable camera hanging from the left side of his chest suddenly exploded violently!
With a boom, the impact of the high explosive shattered the whole desk into pieces, and the brush writing on the rice paper was instantly burnt to ashes by the high temperature generated by the explosion.
The man who had come to investigate felt a sudden sharp pain in his heart before he knew what was going on, and he flew backwards and was killed!
His death was horrific, the explosives had blown a hole in his heart, and his face held a look of utter terror.
He would never have known that he would die at the hands of the portable camera he was wearing.
The camera was so cleverly constructed that at least half of its internal volume was used to fill it with high explosives, and within the explosives was a miniature detonator that could be controlled at any time by the remote controller using only the original communication network and the camera’s built-in lithium battery.
The reason why this device was developed and a*signed to members of the organisation was to be able to kill and destroy bodies when necessary.
The camera, which had exploded at that moment, had actually started flames in several parts of the room.
The entire camera was made of flammable materials, and the special plastic casing, when burned at high temperatures, would form a viscous object like asphalt, whose flames would not go out.
At this point, the damaged desk, the wooden floor and the curtains made of chemical fibre were all stained with the sticky substance produced by the explosion, which was carrying the flames, so the fire soon became more intense.
Within minutes, a fire had broken out in the study, from which flames erupted, setting the entire villa ablaze.
By the time the surrounding neighbours saw the house on fire, the fire was already completely out of control and someone called the police to report it, but the area was relatively isolated and it took nearly half an hour for the fire engines to arrive, and by the time they did, the scene was almost burnt to ashes.
And because the main frame of the house here is a wooden structure, the whole villa collapsed instantly into rubble as the fire burned to a late stage.
After the fire was extinguished, firefighters began to examine the scene, but to their surprise, they found a number of charred bodies in the rubble.
The Bergen police were shocked and immediately cordoned off the scene and prepared to start an investigation.
However, the case was already destined to be a closed one, even though it had just happened, because the identities of the people who had died here, and of those who had lived here, were all registered as false!
Meanwhile, on board a heavy container freighter that had left Northern Europe for Vladivostok, Russia, Lin Wan’er was in her carefully remodelled, hotel-suit-like cabin, with her servant standing respectfully behind her.
In front of her is a large monitor, which is framed by the image of her study being set on fire.
The image had been captured and transmitted through a hidden pinhole camera on the wall directly in front of her desk.
With a smile on her face, she manipulated the progress bar to rewind to a few minutes earlier in the video, and seeing the camera on the man’s chest suddenly explode, she couldn’t help but chuckle softly, “No fun, that’s annoying.”
The servant at the side couldn’t help but ask, “Miss, do you think they will believe it?”
Lin Wan’er smiled narrowly and said casually, “I’m telling the truth anyway, they’ll believe it if they like.”