When Henry counted to three, his hand had already pulled the trigger.
But at the moment he pulled the trigger, he suddenly realized that the gun in his hand was not aimed at Xavier, but was stuffed into his own mouth.
"Ugh ugh (damn)."
Bang!
Looking at the gaping hole in Henry's head, Xavier tapped his cane lightly on the ground, and the newspapers scattered on the ground caught fire and turned to ashes within moments.
He shook his head slightly and said:
"Such trouble, now I have to speed up the pace, a hastily started operation without full preparation is really unpleasant."
Late night, ten past eight.
Wu Chang True Self was sitting in the Secret Security Department, waiting for a reply from his subordinates.
Ten minutes had passed since the agreed-upon time, and Henry had not yet informed him of the meeting location.
If it weren't for that editor-in-chief's poor sense of time, then he must have run into trouble.
