92: Chapter 92 The Murderous Intent at the Party: Who is the Mole?

Chen Yuan swirled the amber liquid in his glass.

The ice cubes clinked against the glass.

Making a crisp clinking sound.

"To the prosperity of San Verde."

A lazy smile played on the corners of his mouth.

He casually raised his glass with his right hand to toast the surrounding celebrities.

At that moment, a faint ghostly blue covered his retinas.

That was an infrared biological scan.

"Activate."

Chen Yuan softly commanded in his mind.

The scene before him changed.

Those heavily made-up actresses and pot-bellied politicians.

They all turned into pulsing human heat sources.

Most people's heart rates were around 90.

It was the excitement stirred up by the alcohol and the party atmosphere.

But on the west side of the pool.

Behind that massive array of speakers.

There were three people.

Their body temperatures were slightly lower, and their heart rates were strictly suppressed below 50.

Like several blocks of ice remaining still in boiling water.

"Boss, confirmed."

Alice's voice was extremely faint in the earpiece.

"They have Glock 17s with silencers already attached. They're under their armpits."

Chen Yuan tilted his head back and took a gulp of wine.

He let out a long, drunken burp.

His whole body suddenly swayed.

"Ugh... Sophia, this wine has a real kick to it."

He leaned against Alice's shoulder.

Alice reached out with her excessively slender hands and firmly supported his waist.

"Boss, you've had too much to drink. Let me help you back to your room to rest."

Their voices weren't loud.

But they were just loud enough for the people behind the speakers to hear clearly.

"Oh, what's wrong with Mr. Chen?"

"Quick, quick, help President Chen to rest!"

A group of politicians swarmed around to curry favor.

Chen Yuan waved them off with a look of disdain.

"Don't... don't follow me. I'm not so drunk that I need you to support me."

He muttered incoherently.

With Alice's support, he stumbled toward the manor's main building.

It was a white fortress located halfway up the mountain.

A long glass corridor led directly to Chen Yuan's private bedroom.

This place was far from the hustle and bustle of the party.

Only the dim yellow streetlights stretched their shadows long.

"They're following us."

Alice whispered a reminder.

"Three people, very light footsteps. Fifty meters away from us."

Chen Yuan didn't speak.

He didn't even open his eyes.

He just slumped his whole body against Alice.

His nose took a greedy sniff of her snowy-white neck.

"Alice, what body wash do you use? It smells so good."

Alice's body stiffened.

Although she was a cyborg, the simulated tactile system still gave her a strange sensation.

"Boss, at a time like this, you're still in the mood to flirt?"

Chen Yuan opened one eye.

The haziness in his eyes vanished in an instant.

Replaced by a nearly cold playfulness.

"If not flirting, then what? Wait for those few flies to come and give me a massage?"

The two walked into a lounge at the end of the corridor.

The moment the door closed.

Chen Yuan stood up straight from Alice.

He casually took off the expensive silk bathrobe.

Revealing the body that had just been reshaped by the perfected T-Virus.

Every muscle looked as if it were carved from marble.

Streamlined.

Full of explosive power.

Even on the surface of his skin, a jade-like luster faintly flowed.

Now, he...

...had senses so sharp he could hear the sound of a leaf falling dozens of meters away.

*Click.*

Outside the door.

Came the extremely faint sound of a lock clicking.

Chen Yuan lit a cigar.

The flame flickered in the darkness.

Reflecting his cold profile.

"An assassination of this level is simply an insult to a two-hundred-million-dollar bounty."

He sighed.

His tone was full of deep disappointment.

The number one bounty on the Dark Web, and they only sent a few agents who only knew how to use silenced pistols?

It wasn't even worth deploying a Tyrant.

"Alice."

Chen Yuan sat in a single armchair and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke.

"Kill them all. Be quick about it."

"Don't get the freshly cleaned floor dirty."

"Understood, Boss."

Alice turned around.

Her once beautiful eyes turned into a dead silver-gray in an instant.

Just then.

The floor-to-ceiling window of the lounge suddenly shattered.

*Crash!*

Three dark shadows leaped in from outside.

They had already drawn their Glocks while in mid-air.

The sound from the silencers was extremely faint.

*Phew! Phew! Phew!*

The bullets flew straight toward Chen Yuan on the sofa.

But.

Chen Yuan, sitting on the sofa, didn't even blink.

He just watched calmly.

Watching those bullets.

In his retinas, the speed of the bullets slowed down.

So slow it was like they were gliding through water.

*Clang!*

A series of ear-piercing metal clangs rang out.

Alice was already standing in front of him.

Her right hand had transformed into a liquid metal form in an instant.

On that silver shield.

Three deformed bullet heads fell feebly to the ground.

"What is this thing?!"

An assassin wearing an expensive suit screamed in terror.

He was clearly a "financial tycoon" who had come to the party.

He had even discussed stocks with Chen Yuan half an hour ago.

"Your opponent is me."

Alice's voice was cold, devoid of any human warmth.

She moved.

No, she disappeared.

At least in the assassin's eyes, she turned into a gust of black wind.

"Quick! Fire!"

The remaining two assassins frantically pulled their triggers.

But it was useless.

Alice's figure twisted eerily in the narrow room.

Those shooting skills honed by special forces...

...were, in front of her...

...like children playing with water guns.

*Slash!*

Alice's slender fingers sliced across an assassin's throat.

There were no wasted movements.

Like the Grim Reaper harvesting ripe wheat.

Blood spurted out.

Staining the man's expensive white shirt red.

Immediately after.

She leaped into the air.

Her legs clamped around the second assassin's neck like scissors.

With a sudden twist.

*Snap!*

A crisp sound of bone cracking.

The man didn't even let out a scream before his head slumped at a bizarre angle.

He fell down limply.

The last assassin, the so-called "financial tycoon," was scared out of his wits.

He threw away his pistol.

He turned around, about to jump out of the broken window.

But his collar was gripped tightly by a slender hand.

Alice, as if holding a chicken for slaughter...

...slammed him directly against the wall.

"Boss, do we leave him alive?"

She turned back to ask.

Chen Yuan took a puff of his cigar.

The sparks glowed and faded in the darkness.

He walked up to the assassin.

Looking at the face filled with terror.

"Who sent you?"

Chen Yuan's voice was soft, yet it carried an unquestionable pressure.

"I... I'll talk... it was Pfizer..."

The assassin gasped for breath.

He struggled desperately.

"They gave me ten million... told me to act during the chaos..."

"Pfizer?"

Chen Yuan sneered.

"That old man Mike still hasn't learned his lesson."

He waved his hand.

"Dispose of him."

"I don't like listening to nonsense."

*Snap.*

Without hesitation, Alice snapped the man's neck.

Quiet returned to the room.

Chen Yuan walked over to the three corpses.

He didn't look at the bloody faces.

His gaze...

...rested on a pocket that had fallen out from one of the corpses.

There.

A black plastic card had fallen out.

Chen Yuan bent down and picked it up.

The card was ordinary, with the Umbrella Corporation logo printed on it.

But the text below it made his eyes narrow.

[Elysium Manor — Logistics Department: Level 3 Janitor.]

Chen Yuan looked at the ID badge.

Then he looked at the face that, even distorted, still showed a hint of toughness.

He smiled.

But there was no warmth in that smile.

"Alice."

He threw the ID badge on the floor.

"Go check."

"Who issued these badges to them?"

"It seems something slipped through our security system."

Alice lowered her head with a grave expression.

"It's my dereliction of duty, Boss. I'll clean up the internal procedures immediately."

Chen Yuan patted her shoulder.

"No."

"It's not a problem with the procedures."

"It's the human heart."

He turned his head and looked out the floor-to-ceiling window at the still-bustling party.

Under the brilliant lights.

Countless prying eyes were hidden.

A flash of murderous intent crossed Chen Yuan's eyes.

"A mole... how interesting."

He flicked the cigar ash onto the corpse's chest.

"Victor, get in here."

He said coldly into the intercom.

"Now, immediately, hand over all human resource management permissions to me."

"I want to see."

"Exactly who..."

"...dares to set a trap for me in my own home."