Hidden Assassin

In the dark night, there is a faint sound of wind.

This is a small hillside on the outskirts of Jianghai City, surrounded by sparse forests. There is an old stone pillar on the hillside. Now, a little boy is sitting beside this stone pillar, doing dull and monotonous exercises with his hands.

Sitting cross-legged like an old monk, while dancing with fingers, Buddhist handprints are formed one after another. In the change of extreme stillness and extreme movement, the sensitivity of fingers is exercised.

The Buddhist mudra includes all the movements that a human hand can make. In this silence, he felt the sound made by the friction between his fingers and the air. He didn't know how long it took before he stopped his movements, opened his eyes, and spit out Take a breath.

There are no stars in the night sky, and the light of the city is only peaceful in a distant direction. This is the time when people sleep the most. However, in his eyes, the outlines of the surrounding grasslands and mountains and forests still appeared, and the sound of the wind rubbing against the ground became clear. For a killer, this is definitely a dream state.

It took just over three years of training with a clean body, correct direction, and a clear mind. He may have already been in a more ideal state than in his heyday. When there is no killer's shackles, he can actually It might be a rather ironic thing to be a more fearsome killer.

The strength of his body is naturally inferior to his adult self. However, in terms of killing, as a child, he can lower everyone's defensive awareness. The awareness of being ready to guard against other people's killers may have decreased, but the sensitivity of this body is even higher. more ideal than before. but……

"It's really a monotonous and boring life..."

Smiling helplessly, he murmured.

For an adult, the child's world is boring most of the time. Even though he has confirmed the importance of Lingjing and Huaisha to him as two friends, sometimes their childish attitudes Proposals and decisions really made him laugh, but he was used to playing the weak role of following others, and he was subconsciously unwilling to spoil their interest. He forced himself to be like a child, but the desire to grow up quickly was in his heart The higher the base, the thicker it is.

Perhaps, only this childish desire is the common ground between myself and children.

Now, perhaps the only thing that can keep me interested is the breath of freedom and the daily killer practice.

Obviously, he has been struggling to get rid of the shackles of the killer, and when he can really control everything about himself, he finds that the habit has become natural, and he can only repeat the training of becoming a killer. Of course, he does not think that this power can only be used to kill people , To live freely in this world, such strength is often needed. in addition……

free...

Breathing the air around him, only this unrestrained feeling never made him feel even the slightest bit of boredom. Although being in a daze all day will make others feel stupid.

However, what would you do in the future? What Shasha said about being a doctor seems good, but the killer becoming a doctor...doesn't it become a lamb doctor?

He skillfully assembled a bunch of parts into a gun in the dark. For this thought, he smiled slightly. In fact, when he was a killer, he was a restless killer. After being an ordinary person, he was really too easy. Satisfied ordinary people.

After assembling the pistol, dismantling it, and reassembling it, there was a burst of noise followed by the sound of the wind. It was... gunshots...

Quickly assembling the pistol in a few seconds, he closed his eyes and listened carefully to the situation in the wind.

About one mile away, in the woods, there is a group of people, armed with pistols and light machine guns, who are... being hunted down...

He opened his eyes suddenly. Although the current Jianghai City is developing and some aspects are chaotic, China's gun control has always been strict. These people can have submachine guns, but they are just trying to escape. But I, who was following behind, couldn't tell anything, it was obviously just a pistol with a silencer installed... Any masters in the mercenary world came here?

The direction of these people's escape is towards me, the distance is not too far, and it is possible that they will bump into me, so do I need to avoid it?

After thinking for a while, he screwed the silencer on the muzzle.

Going out to exercise is a predetermined plan. If you have to avoid these irrelevant people for one reason or another after doing it all over again, it would be too boring.

Quietly leaning against the stone pillar, he melted into the darkness.

The sound of submachine guns was decreasing in the woods, which showed that fewer and fewer people were being hunted down. Not long after, Jia Ming realized that there was only one person following them.

Now it's interesting.

Chasing and killing a group of people with a pistol, you can do it with your own ability, but no matter from the perspective of a killer or a mercenary, this is too ostentatious. However, in the dark world, such Crazy people are not in the minority.

Soon after, the hunted people rushed out of the forest. To Jiaming's surprise, the language they spoke was English.

"go! go...fuck you—"

A total of four people escaped from the woods, but in front of them were two women, one big and one small. The older woman had blond hair and was particularly conspicuous in the dark night. It seemed that they were actually a pair of mother and daughter. The two men with guns in the back should be their bodyguards. One of the men yelled, stopped, and started shooting wildly into the woods.

In Jiaming's eyes, this guy is completely brain-dead. He has already run out of the woods. Although the sky is very dark, people can always see the outline if you look carefully, but you can't see anything clearly in the woods. Stop at this time, Isn't it just a target for the one in the woods?

Sure enough, only two seconds after the submachine gun spit out the flames, a bullet hit his forehead. Two seconds later, another bodyguard was headshot and died. Then, a man in black came out of the woods like a ghost. followed out.

Two women, one large and one small, ran to the ground at this time. The man raised his gun, and with a "poof", the bullet sank into the grass in front of the blond woman. She was about to step there in the next step, when the grass burst into flames. Open, with a low cry, the body has lost its balance, and fell heavily on the ground. The little girl ran two steps, then turned back immediately, crying and shouting: "Mommy! Mommy!".

"Run! run (keep running)!" The blond woman pushed the little girl away, struggling to get up, but heard two "poof", "poof", the bullet hit the grass between her legs She screamed in fright, and seemed to have no courage to get up again.

"Hehe, run, keep running..." The man with the gun let out a sinister laugh, but he spoke Chinese. Seeing that her mother couldn't escape, the little girl cried and refused to leave for a while. The blond woman struggled to crawl back, and when she looked to one side, she was suddenly taken aback.

In the darkness, under the broken stone pillar, a silhouette of a person appeared faintly.

Those bodyguards who followed her are completely dead, who is this person? Sitting here without moving, is it dead or is it with the killer...

A sense of fear suddenly rose in his heart, but this scene also fell into the eyes of the killer. He turned his head and immediately found a ghost-like figure sitting on the stone pillar.

For experienced killers who have experienced countless lives and deaths, wherever there is an enemy, where there is danger, and what the surrounding environment is like, even if you don't look with your eyes, you can often feel it in your heart. However, the figure in front of him seemed to appear here suddenly. He had just walked out of the forest and glanced around, but he didn't know anything about it.

A human body without a sense of danger should be a dead person, but how could a dead person escape his sight? Before he had time to think about it, he suddenly turned the muzzle of the gun, and just as he was about to pull the trigger, a spark flashed in front of him.

With a "poof", just like the bodyguards he killed just now, the bullet shot into the center of his forehead, and went out from the back of his head with a large spray of blood.

His life was stuck in the moment when the spark sparkled.

"I hate it the most when someone points a gun at me..."

The voice of a child in the metamorphosis period resounded faintly in the night.

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