Trafford's Trading Club

On the other end of the line, the old man, the leader of ‘Iris’, Song Tianyou, spoke gravely, “I just received intelligence that something will occur at the theater… Someone planted a bomb in the theater.”

Song Haoran was startled, then his expression turned serious, “Who?

How much explosives?

What about our operation this time?”

Song Tianyou, aware of the urgency, spoke faster, “Not our employer.

The bombs seem to be the work of some armed group remnants.

This concert is meant to foster exchanges between Brazil and neighboring countries, and several countries’ consuls are present.”

After listening, Song Haoran rubbed his temples, “Are they the crazies with no arms or men?

The unknown explosives certainly fit those guys’ style.

Seems like I had poor luck; the final step of the operation collides with their plan?” “According to intelligence, the bombs installed this time are enough to blow up the entire theater.

Regardless, you must evacuate immediately,” Song Tianyou hastily said, “I’ll explain the situation to our employer personally… And if the target dies directly from the explosion, we might even save quite some effort.”

Song Haoran abruptly said, “Old man, I think evacuation might be a bit difficult… this dangerous group’s feast, it seems, has begun.”

Symphony-no.9 (Great) iii

The third movement started just as Song Haoran was in the middle of talking with the old man… However, amid the high-pitched orchestral sounds, Song Haoran suddenly heard a scream. …

In almost a full house, a handsome man kept apologizing, finally seating himself beside a woman in a red evening dress… next to Lluvia.

Seeing the man take Song Haoran’s seat, Lluvia frowned in displeasure, “Oni… you should retreat immediately, what are you doing back here?”

The man… Oni, with a playboy grin, replied, “Isn’t it because the strategist left, and I was worried you might be lonely!

How about it?

Does this outfit suit me?

I just found it backstage; it should be a spare from a musician.” “Looks like a proper dog in human clothing.” Lluvia replied impatiently.

Oni was instantly delighted, “The strategist said ‘dog in human clothing’ was used to describe gentlemen; it seems really positive.”

Lluvia frowned; the phrase’s meaning was clear to anyone slightly familiar with that culture.

Clearly, Oni didn’t care much about the culture from the strategist’s mentioned homeland in most cases. “Yes, truly a gentleman in dog in human clothing.” Lluvia suppressed a laugh but quickly turned serious again, lowering her voice, “The old man sent orders to temporarily halt this operation.” “The old man?” Oni blinked.

When the old man personally gives instructions, it usually isn’t a simple matter…

He was about to speak when his shoulder was tapped by someone from the seat behind.

Oni instinctively glanced back, only to see a reproachful look from the person behind, coupled with a gesture to keep silent… the concert hall required silence.

Oni showed an apologetic expression, intending to apologize briefly, but suddenly noticed a look of shock in this person’s eyes… staring straight at the stage!

At this moment, right at the peak of the third movement, the whole orchestra abruptly stopped at this critical point!

The concert hall instantly fell silent, all attendees now intensely watching the orchestra conductor—who had collapsed on the ground, motionless.

A cellist from the orchestra rushed to the conductor’s side to check the situation.

But when he lifted the conductor, he saw a bloodstained mark on the latter’s white shirt!

Someone… at the peak moment of the movement, fired a shot and killed the conductor!

Ah——!!!!

A gorgeously dressed woman in the front row let out a panicked scream… and the screams of fear, like a plague, spread instantly!

The terrifying beginning made people so afraid, yet the truly horrific things were yet to come—as the sound of thunderous explosions was exceptionally clear in this soundproofed concert hall. “Ladies and gentlemen, we are honored to inform you that you have been kidnapped!”

The voice echoed in the concert hall… the sound system’s voice! … “So it turns out there’s a third party.”

From the position of the VIP box, Boss Luo followed the source of the surrounding voice, finally locking his gaze on a room above the stage.

That was where the stage’s lighting and sound equipment were controlled.

Song Haoran was on the assassination side.

The side was secretly conducting technology sales.

And… an unknown faction of bandits.