I’m the Pay Thief at the Winery

Moro, Saha Shuangshu, Conviction, Bloody Hua, once belonged to the largest killer organization in Tokyo - Cyan Origin. This can be seen from his naming style, because basically the people there are with this name.

In Nan Ling's words, it is the advanced stage of middle-aged and second-stage disease.

For some reason, he jumped from the cyan origin and came to the winery. Today is the most important day since he quit.

Because this is an exam related to his future status—

Moro is a killer, and the organization arranged for him is naturally his own job, killing people.

It's not too difficult, he thought.

The target is just an ordinary business owner, and he can kill as many people as he wants.

But there was one thing that made him very uncomfortable.

"Hidden action?" Moruo sneered, his eyes full of arrogance and disdain, and his voice was high, "I am Moro, Saha Shuangshu, Condemnation, Bloodline! Bloodline's last bloodline! Your job! You mortals, how dare you ask me for this..."

His voice gradually fell, his expression tangled for a while, and finally he said very reluctantly, "...Hmph, I'll follow your request this time. It's my favor."

That's it! It is definitely not because he has no money to spend, he can only rely on this organization for relief! Absolutely not!

Moro, the gold-medal killer, is very skilled, kills without blinking—

but poor.

The organization here is giving too much! You can't refuse it at all.

He is a middle schooler, but he is not stupid...

...at least count the money.

So no matter how dissatisfied he was with this order, he could only obey it obediently.

This is the power of money.

"Let me see..." Moro covered his left eye with a very middle-level posture, revealing an eye-catching dark purple-daily-disposable contact lens, "Blood-blooded blood, to me Show the truth!"

Then, very naturally, he raised the telescope with the other hand and placed it in front of his right eye, as if 'this is my own ability, not relying on any technology supplies', and thoughtfully muttered a few times. The sentence, "Um...uh, is that so? Well, I see."

He received this mission a few days ago, and the basic information has been investigated. Now he wants to determine whether the movement of the mission target is the same as what he had investigated before.

Everything was going well so far, and Moro got off the roof of the building where he was staying before. Very leisurely, he walked in the direction of the target - his villa.

Naturally, Moro's dress is very low-key in order to hide his actions. Logically speaking, in such a late night, he would definitely not attract attention...

If you ignore the long knife hanging from his waist.

Moro, who was dressed like this, was stopped by the bodyguard at the gate of the villa.

"Oh, this is my treasure." Moro whistled softly and made a gesture to pull out the knife.

The bodyguards at the door immediately waited solemnly, and one of them had put his hand on the alarm.

However, before the alarm was sounded—

Moro had already drawn the knife.

No, calling it a knife would be really blind.

Although some people have realized that the handle of the 'knife' seems to be a little too short, and it also has a curvature that should not be there, no one has been able to successfully realize the truth—

"boom-!"

Moro smiled and pulled out a double-barreled shotgun, raised his hand and shot the bodyguard who was about to call the police, and made a very cool pose.

"This thing is much easier to use than a knife."

Nan Ling was already dumbfounded.

No, big brother?

You didn't let him call the police... But can't you listen to the movement you made yourself?

As long as there is no deafness in this area of ​​800 miles, they should have heard the gunshot.

What about covert operations?

Moreover, this unconventional style of playing cards, coupled with this middle-two posture...

Did you come from the origin of cyan?

Relying on... Maybe it's really possible.

Nan Ling listened to what the man was shouting with a complicated expression, "I am bloody," and other lines like "Fear me, mortals, and die."

This middle and second disease is not a light one.

It seems that this person is destined to fail this test.

Nan Ling listened to the continuous sound of gunshots coming from the villa, and sighed silently. The report was that there was no movement, so he sent an email directly to Jin Jiu.

[He can't. —Chartreuse]

There was a quick reply from there, which made people wonder if Gin was on call by the phone 24 hours a day.

[I want the full report. —Gin]

Report to your mother... Nan Ling spit out fragrance while typing.

[The movement he made should be heard around, and it is almost a certainty to attract attention. That alone is enough. —Chartreuse]

The organization has always cared about its own concealment... Although this concern is useless, the undercover agent will still come in, and the water that should be mixed in the wine will still be mixed. But if you can't even 'do not attract attention', it is naturally impossible to get a code name.

Nan Ling suspected that the person could not do it, maybe he had too much fun and forgot about it.

It's always easy to fall into one's own world, isn't it?

Moro actually recovered when he shot, and immediately felt a little regret about it.

But all the guns were fired... regretting it doesn't seem to be of any use.

With this mentality, Moro killed the rest with a gun.

He doesn't care who the target is anymore... Anyway, all the living people in the villa should have been killed by him.

"Ah... I haven't harvested so much blood for a long time." Moro muttered, and touched his left eye with one hand, "My blood is also rejoicing, it's a long-lost feeling."

When Mora was still intoxicated, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Gin also replied to the letter.

[Another examiner has a different opinion from you. —Gin]

According to the rules of the winery, this kind of examination generally requires two or more examiners to act as examiners. Nan Ling is not particularly surprised by this. He was surprised that there were people who disagreed with him.

So he immediately knocked back curiously.

【Who? —Chartreuse]

Jinjiu didn't reply for a while, as if he was thinking about telling him. But the final message came.

[Mello. —Gin]

The moment I saw the name. Nan Ling felt a headache.

What the **** is this woman doing? Didn't she hear those deafening gunshots?

So he immediately sent an email to Mello, saying that a normal person like me doesn't understand your neurotic thoughts, could you please explain it to him with great compassion.

And Mello didn't let him down.

[And there are no witnesses, so it's naturally a covert operation, isn't it? —Merlot]

Nan Ling stared at the line of words, lost in thought.

Are you the master of unparalleled stealth?

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