Doomsday: I, a top killer, became a lolita

"Hmm..... There are so many world lines...."Ning

Yu, who was wandering in the gray mist, stood alone on the lake without Yueji, and pulled it casually, pulling down the light curtain with countless parallel lines.

The parallel lines in the upper part have been turned in unison and integrated into the last line, which is the restored world line.

And below is a large half of the parallel line still standing there, still extending backwards at a very slow speed.

"You really are, you left such a stall for me when you ran away."

Ning Yu lazily lay back, and the gray mist immediately condensed behind her, turning into a soft cloud cushion.

Her silver hair fluttered slowly with the blowing of the gray mist.

"I really want to sing you a song 'Gangnam Tannery'."

Those gray mist were suddenly driven by something, and a patch that blindfolded Ning Yu's eyes seemed to be mischievous.

"Oh, say you still have a vendetta!"

Ning Yu hurriedly removed the gray mist in front of him, but as soon as he opened it, he ran back, and the ghost was still ghostly.

"Okay, okay, wrong sister, don't make trouble."

Ning Yu suddenly stood up from the gray mist, and those gray mist seemed to be elastic, and duangduang twice.

Blindfolded Ning Yu's eyes, and the gray mist finally dispersed.

"Huh?"

Ning Yu was about to continue working and entered the next timeline repair, when he suddenly found that among those parallel lines, there was a strange parallel line at this moment.

Unlike the other lines, this parallel line runs back and doesn't know where to go.

"Hey, Yueji, what's going on?"

Ning Yu pointed to the maverick parallel line and asked in the air.

But apart from the ripples on the azure lake and the random surging gray fog, there is no movement here.

"Really, at this time, I pretended to be dead again, wouldn't it be trying to trap me?"

Ning Yu muttered softly, but still moved his gaze to those normal parallel lines.

"If you want to fool me, no way."

Her hand was already about to touch the next normal parallel line, but stopped at the last moment.

"Damn, still curious."

Her hand quickly placed on the strange parallel that extended back and clicked directly.

......

0033 glanced up at the name of the jazz bar, [lime].

A sign made of neon lights with a slightly green orange painted next to it.

I don't know if the lighting is because of aging or because it is deliberately designed, and it will flicker from time to time, which is very old.

She pushed open the door of the bar and walked slowly inside.

There are no more or no fewer customers in the store, gathered in different places, holding liquids of different colors in their hands.

Most of the people who come here come to listen to jazz, and a few people may come to seek chance encounters.

0033 is naturally the former.

The sound of the bell pushing the door made some customers cast their eyes towards 0033, and their eyes immediately changed from boring glances to amazement.

0033 is wearing a white sportswear with a hood at the moment, a pair of gradient headphones painted with skeletons hanging around his neck, and his beautiful long black hair is tied into a double ponytail.

On her white and flawless face is a pair of red eyes like fire, which are the beautiful pupils she wears, and her face is painted with delicate mine-colored makeup, with a sweetness that makes people want to get closer, but it seems to have thorns.

This is the dress that 0033 used today to fish for the target of the mission, the other party is an old man, but it seems to be a college student girl dressed up like this.

That's right, 0033 is a killer, the top kind.

Years ago, she was an orphan and was rescued from gangsters by another killer in the organization in a muddy alley.

If it weren't for that person, she might have become a prostitute by now, and I heard that the scoundrels were going to sell her to the most bitter shop, and she would receive 6-7 men a day.

But now, even if 6-70 people come, they will only become revenants under her gun.

0033 shook his head, shook off these inexplicable memories that came to his head, and pulled away and sat down at the bar.

"Bring me a drink at the California Guest House."

0033 looked at the inexplicable wine names on the brand and chose the one that looked the most normal.

The bartender replied softly, using his fancy moves that were very redundant in 0033's eyes, and began to concoct.

0033 touched his arm a little uncomfortably, and felt a little disgusted at the thought of being led by that old man here today.

When he was killed, even when he was not dead, he stabbed him a few more times and tortured him.

This guy has killed an unknown number of students, and he can be regarded as dead.

0033 sighed in his heart.

When the desire for money and power is greatly satisfied, man becomes a monster, a monster who takes pleasure in playing with others.

"This is the 'California Guest House' you ordered."

The bartender pushed over a glass of slightly orange concocted wine, and looked at the color as if thinking of the California sun.

At this time, in the small stage in the middle of the bar, the intro of the jazz trumpet ended, throwing the mood to the piano, and now it was improvisation time for the piano, and the bass and drummer were laying the groundwork for it.

Hey?

0033 was immediately attracted by the funny melody and saw the girl sitting next to the piano.

So beautiful.

This is 0033's first reaction, she has always been absolutely confident in her appearance, but the girl with silver hair is so beautiful that she is jealous.

But even more amazing is the improvised phrases under her hand, the elegant combination that has never been heard before.

"There's a bit of Bill Evans here, well, no, just half a sentence, and then it becomes..."

0033 gradually took his attention away from the girl's beautiful appearance and immersed himself in the wonderful world woven by the keys she used.

Jazz has such a charm that she completely forgets the tension of killing.

She gradually immersed herself in it, not even noticing that the bomb installed under the table not far away had jumped from 00:01 to 00:00.

Until "Drip! At that moment, she suddenly came back from the world of music.

Worst!

"Boom !!!"

The entire [Lime] bar was swept by a violent explosion, and the flames burst into the sky in an instant.

The customers, the musicians, the bartenders have all become shredded and rotten meat, and the whole bar has become a hell on earth.

"Ahem!"

Only had time to find 0033, who was closest to him, and spat a mouthful of blood on the ground.

Her body was severely burned at the moment, and the violent shock wave of the explosion also injured her internal organs very badly, and her ears were buzzing all the time, and she couldn't hear the sound at all.

She barely managed to reach the gun from her pocket with her hand.

"Still..... Too careless, who the hell actually thought .... Do it to me..." A

group of men in black with guns suddenly kicked open the bar, rushed in, and shot every corpse in the head along the way without hesitation.

0033 glanced at it with blood-soaked eyes, and then showed a desperate expression, such a well-trained team, and the familiar security company logo.

It was the killer organization she was in.

0033 suddenly remembered that 5 years ago, 0032, who crashed on the plane, the man who rescued himself back to the organization, suddenly seemed to realize something.

She showed a wry smile, it seems that she is also going to 'wreck' today.

But why? Why should organizations do this to themselves?

Looking at the muzzle aimed at himself, 0033 suddenly guessed that I am afraid that 0032's mood back then was exactly the same as his current self.

"Bell!"

A strange metallic crunch sounded, the sound of some kind of hard object being cut open.

0033 found that he was not dead, reopened his eyes, and then widened.

She saw the bullet neatly cut in half next to her body, and the silver-haired figure floating in front of her.

Is it the jazz pianist just now?!

A straight knife glowing reddish floated next to her silver hair, and a beautiful blood butterfly hung from the hilt.

"Bell! Clang! Clang! Clang! All

the men in black who shot with guns were stunned, caught the bullets with cold weapons, and even clamped the bullets with their fingers, and threw them to the ground arrogantly.

This picture.... They have only been seen in movies.

"You still look like this..." the

silver-haired girl let out a cold voice, her tone full of disdain.

Next, there was a slaughter that was so fast that it could not be seen with the naked eye, and all the men in black fell to the ground in only a few cold swords.

0033's injuries were too serious, and she felt that her consciousness was blurred, and the killing method in front of her beyond common sense made her feel that she should be dreaming.

It's just that the figure of the silver-haired girl inexplicably coincides with the man who brought him back to the organization in his memory.

“00....32？"

She made an unconscious call and then fainted completely.

Hearing this familiar codename, Ning Yu glanced back at the person on the ground and put away the blood kite.

......

"0033, do you know what you're doing?"

In the exquisite study, the middle-aged man with his back slowly stood up from the seat and said to 0033.

He was dressed plainly, and the hair on the sideburns around his ears had begun to turn white, but his eyes showed coldness and sternness, and he looked unafraid of 0033 pointing at his muzzle.

"Put down your gun, let's talk decently, maybe I can ignore your trespass."

At this time, 0033's one eye was already wrapped in an eye patch, and his body was still wrapped in bandages, as if he had just experienced some incredible injury, and his hair was also casually draped.

The man said while pressing the button under the desktop, but after pressing it for a long time, there was no response.

"Are all the guys out there vegetarian?"

He secretly slandered.

"Don't do it in vain, Mr. Corey."

Ning Yu, who was wearing a baseball cap, walked out from behind 0033, and the last drop of blood slowly disappeared on her blood kite.

Corey looked at the silver-haired girl who appeared out of nowhere, and saw the knife in her hand, and felt a chill in his heart.

People who stand at the top of the killer organization are very keen on the perception of murderous qi.

He knew that if murderous qi could really kill, he had died countless times now.

"Who are you? What do you really want?

He said pretending to be calm, his hand slowly reaching for the pistol in the drawer.

Ning Yu smiled without caring and seemed to imitate someone speaking.

"If there is no way to take the other party's life without a trace, then killing everyone on the other side is also an assassination."

Corey was shocked when he heard this, and his eyes immediately narrowed, staring at Ning Yu like a poisonous snake.

"You are 0032.... Daughter? Ning

Yu carried the knife on his shoulder, swaggered to the man, and casually slapped away the small pistol he had just held.

"It doesn't matter who I am..."

the blood kite slammed into Corey's neck, and Corey could even feel the knife seem eager to suck his own blood.

"Why kill 0033, and all the killers who obtained the sequence before."

The man swallowed nervously, death had never been so close to him.

"Because... Because, at most.... 3 years, at most 3 years for you, and when you retire, you will all cause unnecessary trouble to the organization...."

"It happened many times before, and then the rules were like this.... Passed down

" "So .... The so-called retirement ... Actually.... Solve you guys.... to eliminate the aftermath.

Ning Yu received slowly

, "Anyway, they were all cultivated by orphans, right?"

"That's the reason for being so boring!"

With this shout, her knife was about to wipe Corey's neck.

“0032！"

0033 suddenly turned the muzzle of the gun and aimed it at Ning Yu.

Corey heard this call, and he was also stunned when he had just walked away from the brink of death.

What's going on? How could this silver-haired girl in front of her who was so beautiful that she didn't look like anything in the world be the 0032, the man who died on the plane?

"0032, leave him to me."

0033 threatened coldly.

"The people outside, as well as the people in the organization, have all been killed by you."

"Only this last one, you must..." Ning

Yu's hand rose and fell, this time the blood kite did not stop again, and cut off Corey's head, and he didn't make a scream in the end, but he didn't die.

His eyes were full of puzzlement.

"My dear 0033, I don't remember teaching you duplicity."

Corey's blood was completely absorbed by the blood kite, and Ning Yu's eyes radiated a charming and dangerous red.

"I'll answer for you, you want to kill me this, the last person who knows that you are 0033."

Ning Yu walked in front of 0033 and let the muzzle of the gun against his forehead.

"Cutting the grass and removing the roots, leaving no consequences, this is what I taught you."

"You studied well."

Ning Yu showed a satisfied smile on his face and stared at 0033 with an expression that watched his student graduate.

"Come, what are you hesitating, 0033, quickly pull the trigger."

"You will be free, and only you will know in this world that your code name was 0033."

0033 felt that her hands were sweating, and she looked at Ning Yu's blood-red eyes, reflecting her hesitant look.

But when he thought that he was only one step away from true freedom, there was no reason to dodge bullets at such a close distance.

0033 still pulled the trigger.

"Poof!"

The gunshot did not sound, but the straight knife penetrated his stomach from behind, splashed blood, and fell to the floor drop by drop.

There was a sharp pain in his abdomen, and 0033 knew it was his own blood.

She smiled bitterly, and after studying with 0032 all her life, she still couldn't surpass him.

"You're not good at this."

Ning Yu whispered softly in her ear behind her, revealing an elegant and lazy smile, but unfortunately 0033 couldn't see it.

The blood kite in her hand stirred, as if to end everything for her, bringing her pain and despair.

"Half the time you pull the trigger, you're hesitating."

Ning Yu pulled the blood kite out of her abdomen, but not a drop of blood was stained on the blade, and she kicked 0033 to the ground.

"You better be a good person in the next life."

......

In the plain room, 0033 sat up abruptly from the bed, and then felt a sharp pain in his abdomen.

His face was covered with bandages, and his abdomen was also wrapped in bandages, and both places seemed to have been passively operated.

0033 found himself in an unfamiliar hospital room, holding a brand new identity ID in his hand.

Above it is the appearance of a strange girl, with an unfamiliar name written on it, which is her 'next life'.

From today, there is one less killer named 0033 in the world.