Awakening the Daily Intelligence System

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As a top-notch assassin, Black Mamba understands that the more ordinary and secretive his weapon, the better. This pen suits his needs perfectly. Carrying such a pen with him would not arouse the slightest suspicion, and when held in the hand, its length is just right. Once the specially-made pen tip is inserted into the artery of the neck, it can cause lethal damage instantly!

Black Mamba closely watched the three people charging at him. In a flash, he sidestepped nimbly and instantly vanished into the darkness of the room.

The name Black Mamba is synonymous with terror in the United States' underground world. He is like the deadly Black Mamba snake of Africa, extremely poisonous. He always quietly lurks around his target, unmoving, patiently waiting for the moment of vulnerability, and then delivers a lethal strike at lightning speed!

The three underlings of the bald guy saw Black Mamba leap away and quickly turned around, trying to catch up and capture him.

However, in the next moment, the three only saw a flash of silver light. The person charging in front suddenly let out a shrill scream, clutching his neck where blood spurted like a fountain, and fell heavily to the ground, with life swiftly draining from his body.

The two at the back were first stunned at the sight, then their eyes flashed with viciousness. They shouted loudly, brandishing the knives in their hands, and viciously swung at the shadowy figure in the darkness.

The flash of blades glimmered, and two sprays of blood erupted in the air. The figure in the shadows wavered a few times before finally collapsing to the ground, letting out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.

Seeing this, the faces of the two lit up with ecstasy. They thought as long as they captured the Dark Law Enforcer, they could share millions in bounty. Such a fortune must not be snatched by others. With this in mind, they excitedly ran forward with their knives.

But when they got close and clearly saw the person rolling and thrashing on the ground, especially seeing that bald head that they knew so well, their faces turned ashen, pig liver-like.

"B... Big Brother?!" The two looked unbelievingly at the bald guy on the ground, stammering out the words...

Life-and-death confrontation and fate vortex in Dark Live Room.

In Los Angeles, USA, a city both prosperous and fraught with hidden currents, "Dark Law Enforcer" Lin Mo's live room was like a mysterious black hole, attracting the attention of countless people and tugging at the nerves of various forces. At this moment, a thrilling slaughter and chase was unfolding inside the live room.

When the bald guy frantically fired at Black Mamba and others, Black Mamba, relying on the keen intuition and exquisite skills honed over years as an assassin, along with another assassin beside him, stealthily and silently closed in on the bald guy under the cover of darkness. They were like panthers lurking in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Finally, as the bald guy prepared to pull the trigger for the fourth shot, the two struck almost simultaneously. The assassin held a knife as black as night; with a flash of cold light, like a black lightning bolt, it instantly severed the bald guy's right hand holding the gun. The bald guy had not even managed to let out a complete scream before Black Mamba swiftly attacked from behind, driving the tip of the specially-made pen fiercely into the artery of his neck.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, and the bald guy's eyes widened, filled with terror and disbelief. He writhed painfully on the ground, his limbs twitching, as the light of life gradually faded from his eyes. Until his death, he never understood why his hand was suddenly severed or who inflicted the deadly wound on his neck.

Black Mamba slowly stood up, his gaze cold as ice, surveying the surrounding enemies with indifference, and coldly spat a single word: "Kill!"

The audience in the live room witnessed this scene, each one stunned with shock. Although they had grown accustomed to the blood-soaked scenes in the Dark Law Enforcer's live room and had developed a certain psychological immunity to violence and death, seeing Black Mamba and others kill so neatly and quickly, without batting an eyelid, still stirred a deep sense of fear within them. Explore more stories at My Virtual Library Empire

"My God! Who are these people? Killing with the ease of drinking a glass of water, it's terrifying!" A viewer with the nickname "Terrified Spectator" commented on the barrage.

"The bald guy even pulled out a gun, yet they weren't afraid at all and could so perfectly counterattack him. This is just like the professional assassins written in novels!" "Amazed Onlooker" marveled.

"Upstairs, have you read too many novels? This isn't ancient times; where are there so many assassins?" "Skeptic" retorted.

"No, wait! I remember our forensic teacher talking about that pen! It's the exclusive weapon of Huaxia's top assassin, Black Mamba! Could it be that the leader is Black Mamba himself?!" "Knowledgeable Viewer" suddenly posed an astonishing guess.

"No way! Could it really be that extraordinary?!" "Half-Believing Viewer" expressed skepticism.

As the viewers argued incessantly, the seven assassins in the footage picked up their weapons without hesitation, pouncing on the bald guy's minions who were already scared out of their wits, like hungry wolves.

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