The woman's body softly collapsed to the ground, a small bullet hole in her forehead, not even having time to let out a gasp.
Johnny's gaze showed no ripple, as if he had merely completed a trivial step.
He quickly got up and began the cleanup procedure.
First, he walked to the door, confirmed it was locked, and checked the hallway outside through the electronic peephole, making sure the previous commotion hadn't attracted any attention.
Then, he returned to the living room and began the methodical cleanup.
He knew a thing or two about a cleaner's job.
As for how he knew, it was, of course, from the Old Lady's intermittent hellish cleaning sessions after he transmigrated, and his proficiency bar rose so naturally that he didn't even notice.
He took out several specially made sealed bags from his backpack, carefully using tweezers to find the two bullet casings on the floor and sofa, as well as the deformed bullet head that had passed through Cui Chengwan's back of the head and embedded itself in the sofa cushion, sealing them one by one in the bags.
This was evidence that could expose the Pistol model and ballistic characteristics, and it absolutely could not be left behind; although he was a killer, it was always better to be meticulous.
Next, he laboriously arranged the bodies of Cui Chengwan and his wife side by side on the sofa. Johnny found a woman's Pistol in the woman's handbag and quickly wiped off the fingerprints.
First, he went to the head of Cui Chengwan's wife and fired another shot, then went to Cui Chengwan's head and fired another shot.
Finally, he made Cui Chengwan's hand barely grasp the small, feminine Pistol that should have belonged to his wife, and aimed the muzzle near his own temple.
Faking a scene where a gang boss, due to career or debt pressure, kills his wife and then commits suicide, though clichéd, is often the most readily accepted initial conclusion by the police when there is no obvious evidence of murder.
After doing all this, he made some detailed adjustments to ensure everything conformed to the characteristics of actions after being shot, and only then was he satisfied and began the next step.
Then, he took out the bottle of his specially formulated spray from his backpack.
This was no ordinary cleaner, but a highly active oxidase compound that could rapidly decompose hemoglobin and DNA components in blood, making them difficult to detect even with Luminol reagent.
He meticulously sprayed all the blood spatters and drips on the floor, furniture, and any routes he might have walked.
The bloodstains quickly became dull and blurry, eventually appearing as an unnatural, diluted stain.
He also cleared any minute dust footprints he might have left on the marble floor and carpet while wearing socks, and quickly used a mop to deal with any fallen hair and fibers.
He then wiped everything clean, and finally swept and mopped the entire area.
"Damn! So tiring! Good thing I didn't become a cleaner!" Johnny complained, if he didn't know any cleaners in Korea, why would he need to do it himself?
He suddenly missed William; that guy did a good job. He wondered what he had been up to lately?
Although he could kill and leave, it was always better to do a perfect job to be prepared, and there were still several names on the list.
Try not to attract the police's attention; completing the mission also brought gold coins, so why not?
After a short rest, Johnny continued his work.
He meticulously wiped door handles, light switches, and all surfaces he might have touched, eliminating fingerprints and sebum residue.
The entire cleaning process lasted nearly forty minutes. Johnny's movements were precise, efficient, and without a single wasted motion.
Although it wasn't as perfect as what a top-tier cleaner could achieve, it was enough to mislead, delay the investigation, and direct suspicion in the wrong direction.
At least, during the initial crime scene investigation, it would be difficult to immediately determine it as a murder.
Finally, he surveyed the arranged "suicide scene," confirming there were no obvious flaws.
He put all the used tools, gloves, sealed bags, and the blood-stained socks back into his backpack.
Just as he had arrived, he silently opened the door, checked that the outside was clear, slipped out, and gently closed the door, ensuring the latch clicked back into place.
Thanks to the Old Lady's crash course training, he was adept at doing such things; although his proficiency wasn't high, it was sufficient.
Then, he did not immediately leave the building.
He took the elevator down, but instead of going to the first floor, he exited on an unoccupied floor in the middle, and used the fire escape stairs to reach the building's basement level, where the equipment room and surveillance room were located.
The surveillance room door was locked, but this was no obstacle for Johnny.
He used a set of precise lock-picking tools to open the lock in less than ten seconds.
The surveillance room was empty; the night shift security guard was most likely slacking off or on patrol.
Screens covered the wall, displaying real-time footage from various parts of the building.
Johnny walked directly to the main control console and inserted a specially made USB drive.
By running the pre-installed program on the USB drive, he quickly searched for and located all relevant camera footage from when he entered the building tonight, including the lobby, elevator, and target floor hallway recordings.
He did not choose to delete the entire time segment's footage, as that would be too obvious. Instead, he used a more covert data overwrite function to cover the video data from the specific time segments where he appeared in the footage with random noise, making it unrecoverable.
And on the timestamp after the overwrite, the program would automatically generate a "pseudo-recording" filled with looping segments of the previous normal footage, which looked flawless at first glance. Only professional data recovery could uncover the truth, but that would take time, and it would most likely be treated as a storage malfunction.
He pulled out the USB drive, cleared the login traces, closed the door, and left; the entire process took no more than three minutes.
After all this, Johnny, like a true late-night returnee, calmly walked out of the building and merged into the night.
Reaching an deserted corner, he took out the elimination list and calmly put a checkmark next to "Cui Chengwan's" name.
First target, cleared.
On the list, many more names awaited the same fate.
But the night was still long.
After Johnny left, a white figure watched his retreating back from a distance.
"Heh, the little guy is still a bit green."
Luka's eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't intend to make a move on Johnny now, instead calmly watching him leave.
Johnny, who had left, had no idea he was being watched again, and continued to head to the next location based on the intelligence sent to him.
This was a high-end private club.
"Tsk! I hate rich people! Do they play such extravagant games?"
Looking at the private high-end club in front of him, and the security guards constantly patrolling nearby, Johnny clicked his tongue.
Johnny could guess what would happen inside with his feet, but how to get in?
This was a members-only private club. To get in, you either had to be a member yourself, or a member had to bring you in.
But who was Johnny?
He was a killer, the famous Night Owl. An extraordinary person would naturally have extraordinary methods.
In just half an hour, Johnny had successfully entered the club. At this moment, he was pushing a dining cart towards the third floor.
The constant stream of women passing him by, dressed rather revealingly, gave him an eyeful. In the dim light, no one recognized Johnny's unfamiliar face.
Thus, Johnny pushed the dining cart to one of the private rooms, which was the seventh room on the third floor mentioned in the intelligence.
Then, Johnny gently knocked on the private room door, pushed it open, and walked in with the dining cart.
What greeted his eyes were seven women and two middle-aged men playing together, with two of the women already having taken off their clothes; the scene was quite alluring.
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