I am A Villain

Chapter 1 The Island Mission

A small island in Southeast Asia.

The rolling waves washed the reefs over and over again. At this time, it was near evening. The afterglow of the sunset dyed the waves scarlet, and the lonely island seemed to be submerged at any time.

There are no tall plants on the island, not even the shadows of tropical trees. There are only a lot of dark boulders piled up, except for the occasional seabirds on the coast, the island can hardly see other animals.

Just three days ago, a private jet came here, and with a loud noise, the plane split in two at the center of the island, and smoke billowed out.

It can bring some vitality to this island that has been silent for some years.

Hundreds of kilometers above the sea, another small military transport aircraft is rapidly heading towards the island.

In the cockpit, the rap of the West Coast skinny ruff was almost at maximum volume, and all kinds of rude and provocative lyric words flooded the plane.

"So, are we going to be an international rescue team now?"

The black man in the co-pilot's seat, holding a document in his hand, rolled his eyes and asked the driver beside him.

"Rescue? Do you think anyone can survive?" The main driver was a blond white man with a cigar in his mouth. He flicked the document in the black man's hand with his index finger.

The file shows a satellite picture of the plane on the island divided into two pieces and burnt black.

"You care so much, there are unlucky eggs willing to pay, we just work." The driver spit out a thick smoke, said lightly.

"Finish the task as soon as possible." The black man threw the document into the cabin behind him.

There was only one person in the cabin, who seemed to be a teenager, but a boy. The black cap on his head was very low, almost covering the upper part of his face, but he could still be seen as an Asian.

He picked up the document, flipped it around a few times at random, and sat back to his place with interest. He buried his face silently.

The information provided in the document is very small, not even the list of passengers on the crashed plane, only a number-5. There are a total of five people including the pilot and the entire plane, and the client's request is also very simple, that is, to destroy everything on the plane. "Everything" mentioned here also includes survivors.

And the client gave a price of three million dollars, no matter what the client's purpose is, for this kind of behavior that is tantamount to sending money, no mercenary or killer organization in the world will refuse, this point, There is no objection to believing in God.

In fact, if the plane crashes into the sea, the client can save the three million dollars, but unfortunately there is no if. Maybe the person on the plane has some kind of hatred with the client, or what secrets are in control that make the client spend a lot of money to ensure that they go to **** smoothly.

For the black trio, as long as the corpse is counted, and then a bomb is installed on the wreckage of the crashed aircraft, and then "boom" with a blast, the wreckage is even worse, and the mission is completed.

So this time, the boss sent only three of them to come, and the other members took vacations.

"Hey! Man, throw away the bottle of water." The black man turned back and yelled at the Asian teenager.

The teenager silently threw a kettle, said nothing, closed his eyes and went to sleep.

The black people seem to have been accustomed to the indifference of the teenager for a long time. After taking a few sips from the kettle, they then twitched with the main driver.

Soon, the plane approached the island.

The plane landed on the sea, three people took their weapons and walked directly into the center of the island.

Holding a rifle, he shuttled through the boulders.

"Bet, guess whether those five are still alive?" The black people seemed unable to keep quiet at all times.

"No." The main driver still held a cigar.

The black man stopped and wanted to hear what the Asian teenager behind him said, who knew that the teenager passed directly from him without moving, and walked forward without looking back.

The black man shrugged.

In the middle of the island, you can clearly see a trajectory cut in the ground after the plane crashed. This Bombardier Challenger series is now completely reduced to a pile of broken copper.

Most of the wreckage has been destroyed in the explosion, but it is still obvious that the strange equipment on this aircraft seems to belong to a scientific research institution. A dark blue icon can be seen on the wing that has been divided into seven or eight pieces. Although some parts have been burnt black, it can still be recognized as a totem of avians. , Shaped like a letter "m". It should be the iconic icon of this institution, but the popularity should not be high.

"Hey guys, I think you should come in and see this." The black man drilled a head from the wreckage of the cabin and waved to the other two.

When the main driver shrugged more than six feet into the cabin, he saw a corpse that had been ripped open. He didn't feel much when he was used to the dead, although the corpse was rotten and smelly.

"is there any problem?"

"Look here." The black man pointed to the corpse's chest. "From the throat to the abdomen, the knife was cut open, and even the chin was torn into two pieces. Do you know how the python swallowed so much food than its head, because Its jawbone can be separated, just like this man's "

"Speak the point."

"Oh, I mean, besides this wonderful knife performance, I'm a little curious why this person's heart is gone."

"It looks like this unlucky egg was seeded before the plane crashed." The main pilot looked at the blood stains sprayed on the inside wall of the cabin. "But it doesn't matter. We counted the body and we can go back."

At this time, the black man drilled into the first half of the wreckage again, and after a few minutes of tinkering, he drilled out and patted the black and gray on his body.

"There are only two bodies inside, and the method of death is the same."

"Only three bodies? Isn't that a total of five people on the plane?" The pilot asked lightly.

"There are still here."

The Asian teenager who disappeared somehow protruded from behind a boulder, tilted his head and pointed to the side with his cap.

Sure enough, behind the boulder, there was a broken corpse, and the deceased was still holding a pistol. From the bullet marks on the boulder, he should have fired a few shots in a panic before he died, but apparently he did not succeed in saving himself s life. Like the previous corpses, his heart was missing.

Then there was still a dead body left, and the three of them rummaged around the wreckage and found no broken limbs.

Excluding the fact that the information provided by the client was wrong, the three of them couldn't help but think of it at the same time.

They glanced at each other.

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"Are there any survivors?"

There are only four corpses, so the biggest possibility is that someone jumped before the plane crashed.

"I've seen it. The parachute bag in the cabin has not been passive." The black man added lightly.

The main driver looked up at the afterglow of the crimson sunset that was gradually becoming darker. At this time, the sky had begun to darken, and within three minutes, the island would be shrouded in the night. He withdrew his rifle from his back, pulled off the additional flashlight on the stock, and said lightly, "Go for a walk."

The black man rolled his eyes to indicate egg pain, and also turned on the flashlight on the rifle, keeping up with the pace of the main driver.

Asian teenagers straightened their caps, followed closely behind.

According to the information provided by the client, there were a total of five people on the crashed private plane, but only four bodies have been found so far. Although from the perspective of the destruction of the plane, all three of them subjectively believed that there could be no survivor Professional requirements, they want to get the three million dollars, they must see five corpses.

The island is located on the high seas, so no cruise ship will pass by, which is why the plane crashed for three days without being discovered by others.

As for why the client can find the plane crashed here, it is actually not difficult. This plane must be installed with a locator or some kind of tracker. If the plane crashes, they only need to search through the satellite where the tracking signal last appeared. Naturally I can find it.

Soon, the three people didn't go long, the whole island fell into darkness, and in the past ten minutes or so, it was almost out of reach.

Fortunately, this small island is not large, and as the night falls, after the sea tide rises, it almost reduces the area of ​​the island by half.

Although it was only a search, the three people still subconsciously maintained the usual way of cooperating with each other when performing tasks. After all, the client did not provide details of the personnel. They did not even know what occupation the person on the plane was. If it was true There is a survivor, it is difficult to say whether the survivor is aggressive.

After all, their task is to clean up.

The three of them climbed over the boulders, carefully searched the dark places where each boulder was staggered, and after twenty minutes, they finally walked to a slightly flat gravel path.

I don't know when it started, and now the atmosphere has become extremely quiet, even the black people who have been chattering silently. In the dark night, his eyes are very conspicuous, where he blinks, seeming to realize what.

A few people marched slowly on the gravel ground, and the military boots stepped on the gravel, making a "Kaka Kaka" sound.

Suddenly, the main driver who walked at the forefront raised his hand and made a fist, the team stopped immediately.

No one said anything, it seemed to be waiting for something quietly, but there was no other sound on the island except for the sound of waves coming from the surroundings.

The tactical flashlights on the three rifles irradiated the surrounding three directions, and the Asian teenager walking at the end stared quietly at the darkness behind him. He did not shine the flashlight, and the eyes under the cap were in the dark. There is a hint of light

After about ten seconds of inactivity, the main driver nodded toward the front with two fingers, and the three of them continued on.

The atmosphere was dull and weird. The most painful thing was the black people. He hadn't even figured it out yet, but his keen instinct told him that there was a problem.

After going out for about three minutes, the team stopped again.

This time there was a long pause, and the black people almost held their breath.

Yes, there is definitely a problem.

The thought flashed through his mind, but he didn't know what went wrong.

About fifteen seconds later, the main driver waved his fingers again. This time, his palm was stretched out deliberately. Under the light of the tactical flashlight, he made a gesture to move on.

Asian teenager glanced at the driver's behavior

The team moved forward again.

But soon, the main driver made a fist.

The three stopped again.

This is the third time.

But no one had a trace of slack, especially the black people. He knew that the two of them must be aware of what was in front of him and behind him.

People are most likely to be afraid of unknown things.

Five seconds later, the driver ’s hand makes a gesture of moving on under the flashlight

But this time.

He didn't move, nor did the Asian teenager. Only the black people took a subconscious step.

The duration of this period is less than a second, but it is enough.

The black man ’s feet had not yet landed, and he heard only a few words from the Asian teenager:

"seven o 'clock!"

Almost conditioned reflex, the black man, the main driver turned around instantaneously, plus the Asian teenager, the three muzzles were facing the seven o'clock direction.

Gunshots sounded!

Dozens of bullets fired past!

Under the light of the flashlight, they could not see any figure at seven o'clock, only a gravel, but at the moment of shooting, everyone really heard a mumble.

After the ceasefire.

The Negro is still a face of coercion. He just acted according to the instructions of the Asian teenager and the tacit understanding cultivated over the years. In fact, he found nothing from beginning to end.

"Humph." The driver snorted coldly. "I said why I feel weird all the time."

"From the beginning"

The Asian teenager touched the brim and said coldly:

"There are four people's footsteps!"