Infinite Shadow Clones, If I Find My True Form, I Will Lose!

In the spacious high-rise room, the curtains were pulled up, and only a sliver of sunlight filtered in through the cracks, falling on the suitcase containing the firearm on the floor. The jet-black gun body swallowed up the sunlight completely, which was not ordinary.

The killer was patiently cleaning up the scene, even taking the time to observe the scene in the distance with a telescope, and reporting the situation to his boss in the headset.

"Hey, those idiots from the Guardian Bureau really think that people who have offended the Clover Group can survive."

The Red Hand Organization is a well-known killer organization in the dark world. It will accept various tasks for money. As long as the money is enough, it is willing to do anything - at least that is what it says when it is promoted to the outside world.

The chatter of the boss and his companions on the channel came from the headset.

"A low-level monk with no background really thinks that he can be a hero if he has some skills, and he doesn't even think about who he is provoking."

"Tsk, tsk, the Clover Group stomps its feet and the whole Liangcheng trembles. This monk is really looking for death."

"Shotgun, report the intelligence and withdraw quickly to avoid getting caught."

Shotgun disagreed: "Can they still go to war over a low-class monk?"

"Theoretically, no."

Shotgun heard the implication, put down the telescope, pressed the headset, and wondered: "What is it actually?"

"The Guardian Bureau just sent out the reward notice for this monk five hours ago. They value this monk very much."

Cold sweat broke out on Shotgun's forehead: "The announcement was sent an hour before I was to carry out the mission?"

Killing a low-level monk would not be a big problem.

But if you kill the person who notified the Guardian Bureau of rewards, this will be a big deal.

"Um, yes, I suggest you withdraw as soon as possible. I checked the recent movements of the Guardian Bureau, and it seems that they are going to take action against the Clover Group."

Shotgun cursed silently, hurriedly closed the suitcase on the ground, picked up the suitcase and rushed to the door quickly, putting on his hat to cover his face.

I shouldn't be greedy for money and accept this task.

Shotgun hurriedly swiped the card to open the door, rushed out, and saw a young man wearing a familiar jet black armor in the corridor, opening the door to each room one by one, politely asking to check on the residents inside.

Shotgun was surprised. The door to this room had to be stuck to open it. How did this kid open the door?

Upon closer inspection, I found that the young man had just twisted off the door handle and opened the door to check.

The residents inside were also very polite and polite, patiently answering the questions of the boy who broke into the room without permission.

Shotgun cursed in a low voice: "Sick."

After cursing, Shotgun lowered the brim of his hat and prepared to bypass the boy and go to the elevator.

When the young man heard the noise, he turned his head and looked at the shotgun with a bright smile: "Ah, so you are here."

Shotgun was startled and quickly raised his head to look at the young man. Only then did he realize that the young man's appearance seemed somewhat similar to the target he had killed.

They are so similar, as if they were carved from the same mold.

The shotgun's pupils shrank sharply, he quickly retreated back, took out the pistol from his waist, pointed it at the boy and shot directly.

The young man in jet black and ferocious armor tilted his head and said with a smile: "The mission begins~"

[Revenge mission begins]

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Shotgun stood in front of the window, and the ridicule of his companion came from the headset: "You are finished. The Guardian Bureau sent a reward notification an hour before you performed the mission, and you slapped the Guardian Bureau in the face."

Beads of sweat appeared on Shotgun's forehead, and he swallowed: "What's going on? Illusion?"

Why are you standing here?

Didn't I just kill a teenager in the corridor?

The click of sour teeth came from behind the shotgun, followed immediately by the dull sound of a metal object hitting the carpet.

Shotgun turned around and saw the young man with blood-eyed black armor, pushing open the door. The metal door handle was broken in half and lying on the carpet.

The young man with blood-eyed black armor gently closed the door and smiled at him: "Don't panic, take a deep breath, it's normal."

Shotgun hurriedly pulled out the dagger from his waist, staring at him with cold sweat on his forehead: "Damn it!"

When did I fall under the illusion?

"Shotgun, what are you talking about?"

Shotgun looked nervous and spoke quickly: "I'm under an illusion, come here and support me!"

When performing tasks, Shotgun is accustomed to bringing an assistant with him to provide auxiliary functions for himself.

"Illusion? What illusion? I didn't detect the illusion wave."

The young man with blood-eyed black armor said calmly: "Don't panic. In this reincarnation, only your and my memories will be preserved, so we have a long communication time."

The shotgun ignored it at all, and directly activated the psychic spell to strengthen the perception. When he found the enemy standing in front, he threw the dagger directly, and at the same time drew the pistol from his waist and fired rapidly.

"Bang bang bang!"

One shot to the left chest, one shot to the right chest, and one shot to the center of the eyebrow. The shooting method was standard and elegant.

The young man with blood-eyed black armor fell to the ground on his back, his eyes open calmly, blood began to flow from the center of his eyebrows, and his sleep quality was excellent.

Shotgun breathed a sigh of relief and smiled slightly: "Pretending to be a ghost, please help me see if I have any contact with illusions?"

"...Shotgun, I don't know what you are talking about, I didn't detect any spell fluctuations."

Shotgun frowned: "No way... huh?"

Shotgun stood at the edge of the window, binoculars at hand, and the familiar click and boom came from behind.

The familiar teasing voice of my companion came from the headset: "You're done. The Guardian Bureau sent out a reward notification an hour before you were to perform your mission, and you slapped the Guardian Bureau in the face."

Shotgun turned his head with cold sweat on his forehead and saw the young man with blood-eyed black armor gently closing the door and giving him a calm smile.

"I said, we have a long time to communicate. Can you calm down now and tell me the information you know?"

The sound was gentle, but as relentless as a death knell.

Shotgun didn't hesitate, he took out the pistol and pointed it at his chin, shouting hurriedly: "Quickly retreat, the opponent used a high-level spell!"

"Bang!"

Shotgun felt his eyes go dark, and his consciousness sank into endless darkness.

It turns out that this is what death feels like.

The world in front of me was bright again. The sunlight outside the window flowed in through the gap in the curtains and fell on the pupil of the shotgun. The telescope at hand was standing quietly on the window sill, and the familiar teasing voice of my companion came from the headset.

"Click."

"Donglong."

A ruthless voice sounded.

Shotgun turned around, looking at the young man with trembling pupils and a horrified expression.

The young man moved a chair and sat down, looking at him calmly: "Now, are you in the mood to elaborate?"

Shotgun took a deep breath: "If I tell you, can you let me go?"

"I can let you die."

Silence brewed in the room.

a long time.

Shotgun nodded bitterly: "Okay."

This bunch of idiots from the Clover Group actually kicked such a hard iron plate this time.

He also said he had no background.

Is this called having no background?