These small surveillance drones are generally used purely for monitoring purposes. They are not expensive, and their hacking difficulty is much lower than that of high-performance combat drones.
If you bring in a hacker, it might take so ti, but for Eve, who has access to the server array of the Nolanka Group after several expansions, these drones pose no challenge.
He Ao’s movents didn’t pause at all as he continued deeper into the corridor.
And as he moved, the drones along the way naturally bypassed him, placing him in surveillance dead zones.
Soon, he reached a series of doors.
There was no sound in these rooms, as if the people had been driven away, but outside these doors, there were no additional guards either.
Based on vague positioning, He Ao placed his hand on a doorknob and quickly used Divine Sense to unlock a door.
The interior seed to be a small apartnt, with the door directly facing a window, and the outside view was half obscured by a huge billboard.
Not this one.
He Ao pushed the door open and moved further in.
Drones passed by him frequently, yet not a single lens captured him.
When he opened the fifth door, he paused slightly, observing the view outside the window facing the door.
After a brief stop, He Ao went inside and gently closed the door.
This appeared to be a single-person apartnt with very old-fashioned decor, having only a bed, a table, and a wardrobe.
The bed was well made, and there was a very slight dust mark on the desk, as if it hadn’t been moved for a while.
He Ao walked to the side of the bed and looked down at the windowsill.
The window was open at this mont, and the edge of the windowsill had clear ’marks’.
He Ao leaned against the windowsill, looking slightly forward.
From his angle, he could fully see the street in front, and the personnel and surveillance drones patrolling below the street.
The vantage point of this room was even better than he had imagined.
He looked down at the marks on the cent windowsill. The marks were not large, but they faintly ford small, clear pits, indicating that a significant force had once been exerted here.
These marks could probably form the support points of a special tripod on the windowsill.
He Ao scanned the wall and noticed slight marks, as if soone had leaned against it.
He leaned against the wall following the trace, raising his hand, imagining holding a large weapon.
The scene from mory replayed in his mind. The street filled with patrols suddenly appeared ’spacious’ in He Ao’s ’field of view’.
The street’s center was cleared, with both sides cordoned off by the City Police Bureau’s officers. Behind the barriers were dense crowds.
And in He Ao’s hands seed to be a ’large weapon’.
He Ao continued to adjust the imaginary ’weapon’s’ shape, altering positions to find the best field of view.
Finally, when the weapon was similar to a heavy Gauss Sniper Rifle, his field of view reached the optimum.
He looked at the ’imagined’ street ahead.
A dense convoy was slowly turning the corner of the street. The corner was quite large, gradually slowing the convoy’s speed.
And in the center of the convoy, an elderly man, looking kind and amiable, was greeting the cheering citizens on both sides.
His body turned slowly until he was completely in He Ao’s ’field of view’.
And this mont was the perfect mont.
He Ao decisively ’pulled’ the ’trigger’ of that illusory weapon.
’Bang——’
A clear gunshot rang in He Ao’s mind.
The bullet hit the elderly man in the chest, and blood instantly blossod like petals.
But this shot didn’t kill the elderly man.
Scenes of past mories beca increasingly clear at this mont.
After being shot, the elderly’s body first fell backward, denting the car’s trunk, and then he almost simultaneously fell forward to the side, escaping the ’assassin’s’ field of view.
And ’He Ao’ didn’t hesitate either. After firing the first shot, he imdiately began charging the weapon and ’reloading’.
Almost the mont the ’elderly’ made his move, he pulled the trigger again.
Two gunshots simultaneously ’sounded’ in He Ao’s mory.
This ti, ’He Ao’s’ ’bullet’ missed, narrowly avoiding the elderly’s core, passing through his right shoulder, and hitting below a street-side pillar.
But another gunshot hit the elderly’s chest and abdon. The elderly was completely pushed back, lying on the car, losing mobility.
He Ao turned his gaze to the ’barrier’ at the street’s end.
There, a vague silhouette seed to be hiding behind the barrier, shooting at the elderly.
And the crowd’s chaos completely erupted with these three gunshots, a figure rushed toward a corner room, and the uncontrolled crowd scattered in panic.
The vague silhouette behind the barrier imdiately put away the gun, blending into the chaotic crowd.
He Ao looked back, gazing behind him.
From the windowsill to the door, apart from his own footprints, there were faint traces of another person’s footprints.
The footsteps were very light, but with He Ao’s current ’vision’, he could discern them easily.
The spacing was normal, deliberately lightened footsteps.
He Ao glanced at the floor. Beneath his feet, four clear dot-like marks faintly appeared.
They seed to be chair and stool placent marks.
He Ao glanced at the chair tucked under the desk.
The person who had been in this room wasn’t ’panicked’, calmly put away the weapon, and left the room.
He even had ti to return the chair to its original position.
"Cough——"
He Ao covered his mouth and coughed lightly. Then he glanced at the blood in his palm, took out a tissue, and wiped away the bloodstain.
Whether due to the overflow of Super mory Strength or not, the ’mories’ of that day in his mind were unusually clear.
Though still not as terrifying as when he activates Super mory to rember everything, it’s much better than when the Copy World first started.
Originally, ’Paxiu’s’ mories were filled with blurs, chaos, astonishnt, and various noises and emotions, and He Ao could only recall so vague scenes.
Now, He Ao could peel away these chaotic elents bit by bit, ’seeing clearly’ what had truly happened that day.
For example, the movent of the old President dodging bullets, Paxiu initially "saw" it, but in this mory, he was filled with such utter surprise that he didn’t "notice" the old President’s actions.
Of course, with Paxiu’s "eyesight," even in a completely calm state, he might not have noticed the old President’s "movent."
Because the speed of the old President was actually beyond what he could comprehend.
That seemingly kind "elderly" man was himself a transcendent with B-level strength, and his combat skills weren’t lacking. After being hit once, he could imdiately dodge to avoid subsequent attacks from the sa assassin.
This cannot be seen in any public records, and even Suote didn’t know the old President was a powerful transcendent.
Of course, this B-level strength might not actually be the old President’s own strength but rather the effect of so kind of one-ti "life-saving" extraordinary item.
But no matter what, the forces behind the assassination must have known that the old President could at least display B-level strength at critical monts.
After all, they specially enhanced a wooden-handled rifle for "Paxiu" capable of seriously injuring a B-level.
He Ao had tried it, and when hitting a vital point, this wooden-handled rifle could directly kill a B-level.
And the weapons of the other two assassins shouldn’t be simple either.
He Ao glanced down at the marks on the windowsill. A heavy sniper rifle alone couldn’t have caused such high damage to a B-level.
Moreover, the assassin behind the fence had a gun that should be lighter and more hidden; otherwise, they would have been spotted quickly in the chaotic crowd.
Either the gun is enhanced, or the bullet is enhanced.
He Ao looked up at the street below; at this mont, his field of view had completely returned to "reality."
He followed the "simulation" mixed with mory and found the last bullet’s impact point from the sniper assassin that pierced the old President’s shoulder, the position of that pillar.
"Eve, help connect to the surveillance drone next to the pillar."
He called softly.
"Establishing connection hop point..."
"Cracking..."
"Crack succeeded."
Accompanied by Eve’s gentle voice, a video surveillance screen projected on He Ao’s wristband.
He Ao looked at the scene on the wristband, adjusted the surveillance position, and zood in on the area below the pillar.
A roughly five-centiter deep, dark "bullet hole" appeared in He Ao’s field of view.
There were still obvious "explosion" traces around the bullet hole. The street near the edge of the pillar itself was dilapidated, with cracks everywhere, so even a bullet hole explosion pit of this size didn’t seem too out of place.
The bullet was very penetrative; even excluding the exterior explosion area, the bullet hole penetrated about twenty centiters into the ground.
This was after it penetrated the old President’s B-level body, having exhausted most of its power.
He Ao mobilized the drone to scan the interior of the bullet hole.
But at the depths of the bullet hole, he found no trace of any bullet head or bullet remnants.
Picked up by soone? Or disappeared?
He Ao recorded the situation around the bullet hole and retained the scan data.
Even without finding the bullet head, the trajectory extending from the bullet hole could, in so sense, serve as evidence.
This bullet hole was not far below the room where "Paxiu" was located.
From Paxiu’s position, unless the wall was directly shot, it was absolutely impossible to shoot the bullet to this location.
After collecting this data, He Ao conveniently switched the drone to check behind the wall at the end of the street.
There were footprints everywhere left by the chaotic crowd, and the initial traces had been completely destroyed.
Roughly recording the relevant data and the situation of this room, He Ao raised his wristband, looked at the ti, and turned to leave.
——
Below the red building
A black sedan slowly stopped beneath the building, and a man with glasses quickly got out of the car.
He glanced at the two groups of confronting people, quickly ca over, and looked at Vigina with a smile, "What brings Director Vigina here today?"
"Ains allocated so funding for to investigate the assassination of the President," Vigina looked up at the man with glasses, calmly saying, "so I ca."
"Director Vigina, you see," the man with glasses looked at Vigina and didn’t refute her claim but instead said gently, "we’re collecting evidence here, which might take so ti; wouldn’t you like to wait a bit?"
"We can collect evidence together," Vigina looked ahead, calmly making eye contact with the man with glasses, "the place is big enough; we can share the data we collect."
In the corner of her field of vision, a shadow seed to flash past behind a window in the building.
"Of course," the man with glasses smiled, "the Federal Bureau of Investigation has rich investigative experience. We are happy to collaborate with the Federal Bureau of Investigation and to share data, as we are all working for the President and the Federation."
He glanced at Vigina, "However, Director Vigina, as you can see, we are still collecting data,"
He slowed his voice, as though genuinely regretful, "All evidence collection work is underway; although we indeed want to cooperate with the Federal Bureau of Investigation, there’s simply no room. We can’t interrupt the work we’re carrying out right now,"
He looked at Vigina’s cold face, "How about this: if you wait a while, when we finish our work, I’ll contact you imdiately, and by then we will fully cooperate with your work, how about that?"
"Your ’collection’ might take a hundred years," Vigina coldly said, stepping forward half a step, "What if I want to go in now?"
"Well, we certainly welco the Federal Bureau of Investigation to cooperate with us," the man with glasses smiled, but the body blocking Vigina did not budge an inch, and he didn’t instruct his people to lower their weapons.
He stared at Vigina, his smile unchanged, "But you must also appreciate our work."
Gazing at the man with glasses, Vigina took a deep breath, "You wait."
Then she took another deep breath, turned around, "Let’s go."
The Federal Bureau of Investigation agents behind her all breathed a sigh of relief, following her departure.
"Bitch."
Watching these people leave, the middle-aged man originally confronting Vigina mumbled under his breath.
"Hmm?" The man with glasses turned his gaze towards the middle-aged man.
Instantly, the middle-aged man’s face froze, and he said no more.
"The young lady was bullied by us, deliberately ca to make trouble," the man with glasses stated calmly, watching Vigina’s retreating figure, "It’s normal for a young lady to vent her grievances, but if she had grievances and didn’t express them, it would be troubleso."
He lowered his head, glanced at the middle-aged man, "Our goal is to investigate the assassination case; do your job well, and don’t make clean up after you. If you can’t control your mouth, you don’t need it."
"Yes, yes." The middle-aged man wiped the cold sweat from his face, replied in a low voice.
Behind everyone, in a window of one of the buildings, He Ao withdrew his gaze from the figures below, slowly fading into the darkness.
The drones hovered around but not one captured his shadow in their lenses.
Now, it’s getting close to three o’clock.
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