Starting Sign-In from a Billionaire God Chapter 1416 - 1415

United Kingdom, London, a certain hospital.

A hospital cleaner, pushing a small trolley, passed through the corridor. Ahead, in front of a ward, a white policeman sat at the door, overweight, with a gun at his waist, looking down at a newspaper.

The cleaner lifted his eyes to glance at the white policeman, then lowered his head, pretending to be indifferent, and continued pushing the trolley forward.

The white policeman heard the noise now, put down the newspaper, and lifted his eyes to look at the cleaner. The cleaner had already lowered his head and did not attract the policeman’s attention.

Seeing that it was just a cleaner, the white policeman didn’t care and picked up the newspaper again, preparing to read.

But the cleaner came to the ward guarded by the policeman and suddenly stopped, seemingly peeking into the ward.

The white policeman felt a bit impatient and was about to remind the cleaner there was no need to clean, telling him to hurry and leave.

Raising his head, the white policeman’s expression changed. Only to see an ordinary-looking cleaner now holding a gun, the black muzzle pointing at him.

Before the white policeman could react, the cleaner pulled the trigger, the gun equipped with a silencer didn’t make a loud noise, and the bullet had already pierced the white policeman’s forehead.

The cleaner reached out to support the white policeman, making him sit steadily, looking like he was dozing off, then pushed the door into the ward.

Inside the ward, there were two beds, each occupied by a person. One bed held an Eastern European man. These two people were quite miserable, almost entirely wrapped in bandages, resembling mummies.

Among them, the Eastern European man was on a ventilator, unconscious.

If Lin Fan were here, he would recognize these two people, one was Paul from the Earth Wolf Gang, the other was Lizt.

The cleaner, with a cold look, glanced at Paul, then walked over, aimed the gun at Paul’s head—one shot, headshot. Poor Paul, still in a coma, met his end with Satan.

Lizt was awake, seeing Paul killed, he was so scared he wet himself. He instinctively wanted to get up and run, but his limbs were already crippled by Lin Fan, unable to move at all. He could only show a face full of terror, trying to make a sound to alert the police.

The cleaner immediately came to Lizt’s bedside, asking in a deep voice, "Who did it?"

Lizt begged, "Don’t kill me!"

The cleaner said, "Speak up, and I’ll spare you."

Lizt said, "I also don’t know who he is, an Asian guy, today he suddenly came looking for us. Oh, he brought along a girl too."

The cleaner said, "What girl?"

Lizt said, "A girl I already sold, named Lucy, she’s an American girl."

The cleaner asked, "Who did you sell her to?"

Lizt said, "Mr. Claus from the Iron Fist Gang."

The cleaner had no more questions, he raised the gun at the terrified Lizt and fired a shot—the bullet instantly pierced Lizt’s forehead, blood splattered, Lizt eyed wide, was killed on the spot.

So much for sparing him, he died with unfulfilled wishes.

The cleaner, having killed the two men, calmly hid the gun in his waistband, turned and walked out. Soon, he was pushing the trolley, walking nonchalantly.

In the same hospital, on another floor, in a ward.

On two beds, lay two young ladies, they are the ones Lizt had held in the basement. They’ve now received treatment and changed into clean hospital gowns.

A pretty blonde policewoman sat by the side, understanding their situation.

These two young ladies were kidnapped while traveling in Eastern Europe, transported to London, and eventually held in Lizt’s basement, waiting to be sold.

"What happened in that house today?" asked the blonde policewoman.

One young lady said, "We heard sounds of fighting upstairs, followed by screams."

The blonde policewoman said, "That Eastern European man."

The young lady nodded, "Yes, that Eastern European man."

The blonde policewoman asked, "What happened next?"

The young lady said, "Later, a young Asian man came down, a young guy."

Another young lady said, "He was really handsome."

The young lady said, "Yes, he was very handsome and young."

The blonde policewoman, intrigued, also wanted to meet this young handsome Asian man they talked about.

The blonde policewoman said, "Was this young Asian man the one who saved you?"

The young lady said, "He saw us, then went out again. Soon, he dragged in the thug who held us, in front of us, he crippled the thug’s limbs with a gun, then he called the police, and left. After that, we waited for you to arrive."

The blonde policewoman felt an immense curiosity. Who exactly was this young Asian man, who subdued two thugs and rescued these two young ladies without leaving any information, just like a superhero from comics?

Is it possible that this world really has superheroes?

Seeing there was nothing of value to ask, the blonde policewoman allowed the young ladies to rest, she walked out, taking out her phone to make a call.

"I’m at the hospital, just spoke with two young ladies. Sir, this likely relates to the international kidnapping syndicate we are investigating," said the blonde policewoman.

A stern voice from the phone said, "Are you sure?"

Blonde policewoman replied, "The two thugs are still in a coma, they’ve been treated but not awakened. Once they wake, I’ll interrogate them immediately."

Suddenly, the hospital’s alarm sounded.

The voice from the phone asked, "What happened?"

The blonde policewoman, shocked, said, "This isn’t good."

She quickly hung up the phone, instructed the police at the door to ensure the young ladies’ safety, then hurriedly headed upstairs.

Arriving at the two thugs’ ward, the blonde policewoman’s face turned pale. Saw the white police guard already dead at the door, medical supplies scattered all over, bottles broken, liquid spilled across.

It turned out a nurse had just brought medicine, intended for the patients, upon arriving saw the white police guard dead and was so frightened she dropped the tray.

The blonde policewoman rushed over, pushed open the door to the ward, only to find the two thugs inside had their heads blown off!

"Oh my god!" The blonde policewoman was stunned, the two thugs had been silenced!

Who on earth did this?

By now, the killer cleaner had long changed out of his janitor’s uniform and left the hospital.

Leisurely walking down the street, he took out his phone and made a call: "Boss, I followed your instructions, they’re dead."

The voice on the phone said, "Very good, do you know who did it?"

The cleaner said, "I know, an Asian kid."

The voice on the phone said, "Find him, kill him!"

The voice on the phone belonged to a middle-aged Eastern European man, with a rugged face and sinister eyes. After putting down the phone, he gritted his teeth, muttering, "An Asian? Where did he come from?"