Then, Newmanlovsky grabbed the fat man's gun-wielding hand, twisted it hard, and snapped his wrist.
"Ah..." The fat man screamed in agony.
"Killing me isn't that easy." The body double's voice was identical to Newmanlovsky's, so much so that the fat man, approaching death, still hadn't realized they had targeted the wrong person.
The double took the handgun and fired two shots at the fat man's head, killing him on the spot.
In the private room, Newmanlovsky heard the gunshots outside and couldn't help but laugh, "It seems some people really want me dead, chasing me all the way here."
Thomas snorted, "I'll let my experiment handle those foolish guys."
He added, "If nothing goes wrong, the double has already dealt with the assassin."
After all, he's very familiar with the body double he developed, equivalent to a high-tech crafted elite warrior, first-rate in combat prowess, dealing with soldiers and assassins as if handling newbies.
