"Nobody!" Nora Harrow took a deep breath and glanced inside, and indeed, there was no one.
So, was it just her illusion?
"That's strange."
"Let's go, let's go back home, drop me off at the neighborhood entrance."
"Alright, get in the car."
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Listening to the sound of the two leaving, the assassin lying in the pit, sweating profusely from pain, hurriedly climbed out and fled as if his life depended on it.
Who knew if they really didn't see him in the pit, or if they saw him and pretended not to, just to call the police to catch him.
As an unprofessional assassin, a part-time assassin, his first assassination was disastrous.
Not only did he fail to kill the target, but he also got accidentally injured. However, his crisis awareness was one hundred percent professional.
Luckily, this time he just fell into a pit, merely getting his hands and feet scratched. He would be fine after resting for a few days.
