There is no one who can't play cards in sales, and Fei Nan thinks that he is proficient in poker and mahjong, at least when he plays with customers, he can quietly release water, but after practicing gambling, he found that he didn't even enter the door.

After two days of studying at home, Fei Nan felt that he had gained a lot, and Li Jie, who was sent out by him, had already thoroughly explored the whereabouts of that Songchai.

Somchai wandered around the Kowloon Walled City for two days and got a rough idea of the situation in the Walled City.

The city is brightly lit day and night, and the people are buzzing, even at night, there are people who are busy begging for nightlife.

It is true that there are many people, but to a certain extent, it is actually a cover.

On the third day, Somchai entered the walled city.

He had changed his outfit, his appearance had changed dramatically, even the pace of his walking was a little different, and he was confident that even if Fernan saw him again, he would not recognize him.

His nickname on the killer list is "Thousand Faces", and no one knows what he looks like, because he can change his appearance.

That day in the mall, the reason why he dared to face Feinan was because he had this hole card.

He found the welfare club and rented a small single room opposite Cousin Fernan's house to keep an eye on.

In front of Zhu Tao, he had reservations, but in fact, he spoke fluent Cantonese.

He also speaks Hokkien, Indonesian, Japanese and English.

What he didn't know, however, was that his disguise had been seen through before it even entered Feinan's eyes.

As soon as he entered the walled city, he was spotted by Fernan's red cursor.

Fei Nan deliberately stayed in his cousin's shop for a while, and then slowly returned to the rental house.

Somchai didn't act rashly, he had a long memory, and this time, he was looking through a telescope from a distance and confirmed Finan's residence.

After confirming that Somchai had entered the walled city, Li Jie was sent out by Feinan, and he was the only one in the rental house.

The small single room that Somchai rented just had a view of Fernan's rental house, and he hid behind the curtains and watched Fernan sit at the table in front of the window, washing the playing cards over and over again.

He didn't find it strange that some of the well-known killers he knew had their own quirks.

Why didn't such a powerful character appear on the killer list?

It is said that he had just come to Xianggang not long after he came from the mainland? This is understandable.

Either way, hunting such a powerful target made Somchai very excited.

After observing Feinan for three days and mastering the general rules of Feinan's life, Somchai finally decided to do it.

At two o'clock in the morning, the noisy city was also quiet, and most of the poor people who worked fell asleep, but the lights of the casino, brothels, sparrow houses, pai gow stalls, and fan stalls were still bright.

And at this point, Feinan had already fallen asleep, and the curtains were closed.

In the dark night, Somchai did several sets of physical training to make his body reach the best condition, and he brought the equipment one by one with him, and he was fully prepared.

Long-range shooting can only deal with ordinary people, and as an opponent of equal strength to himself, he does not believe that Fernan does not take protective measures while sleeping.

The mission can only be considered complete if the target is confirmed to be dead.

Quietly opening the door, Songchai walked downstairs to where Feinan was.

The rickety drunk threw up on the wall, then unbuckled his belt to drain water on the wall, and the scrawny addict lay in the garbage heap, unaware of the Somchai walking in the night.

The building where Mr. Feinan lived was crowded with more than 300 families.

However, the top floor where Fernan was located belonged to the "mansion" in the walled city, and there were few tenants, and there were few people in the walled city who could afford a single room, let alone a suite like his.

Assassinating a powerful killer in more than 300 households and under the noses of thousands of people is probably the most difficult task since he entered the industry.

If he can finish beautifully, he believes that he can move up at least five places on the killer list!

Looking at the dark corridor in front of him, Song Chai looked firm and stepped in.

Bang!

In the darkness, there was a sudden crisp sound, and Song Chai squatted down silently, and tears almost rushed out.

He followed the staircase up the stairs, but only took a step before he stepped on a loose tile.

The floor tiles flipped upside and the angular side struck directly on the cheekbone of his calf.

Unguarded, Songchai was smashed by this blow and almost exhaled in pain, and was suffocated by him again.

Finding the loose floor tile in the dark, Songchai really wanted to throw it out.

How can there be a loose floor tile in this place?! Is it a trap set by the target?

Somchai thought angrily and suspiciously, but soon, he figured it out.

In this dilapidated walled city, you can't figure it out without loose floor tiles!

The trap was even more unlikely, this time he completely changed his appearance and appearance, and the whole process was through remote observation, and he was not detected by the target at all.

It must be a coincidence!

It's just too much of a coincidence, isn't it?

Song Chai's teeth grinned and rubbed his calves, fortunately he had practiced Muay Thai, but he didn't tense his muscles suddenly, and there was some pain, but he quickly eased up, if it was an ordinary person who had not practiced calves, he would have to be green for at least half a month.

Quietly putting the floor tile back, and adjusting it to an angle that was easier to step on, he thought with bad taste, tomorrow morning, he didn't know which unlucky ghost would step on this floor tile.

Knock him to death!

Walking up the stairs again, Somchai soon reached the third floor.

The third floor is the most densely populated area of tenants in this building, and there is even a bed in the corridor where a fat man sleeps.

At the corner of the staircase is a row of glass bottles used for infusions in the hospital, some empty, some containing red I don't know what they are.

The fat man snored loudly, and one arm hung out of the bed, blocking most of the space at the top of the staircase.

Somchai cautiously shifted his steps, trying to walk past him.

Suddenly, the fat man's hand moved and grabbed his face.

Somchai was startled, and hurriedly stepped back, accidentally kicking an empty glass bottle closest to the staircase.

The empty glass bottle fell towards the staircase, and Song Chai saw it clearly, and suddenly broke out in sweat!

If you are to be rolled down by this empty glass bottle, I am afraid that the whole building will have to be woken up!

I didn't have time to think, so Song Chai twisted his footsteps and reached out to grab the empty glass bottle!

Don't smash!

Finally, Somchai copied the glass bottle in his hand just before it touched the steps.

However, it was too late to rejoice, and Somchai lost his balance because of it.

เย็ดแม่！

He secretly cursed a Thai three-character scripture in his heart, and subconsciously waved his hand to grab the railing!

Caught it!

However, I don't know if it's snot or saliva on the railing, it's slippery and abnormal, he didn't grasp it steadily, he took it off directly, and the whole person lay backwards and slid down the stairs!

Boom!

His head slammed to the ground, and he snorted, and he rolled over and jumped up in pain, hiding in the shadows at the corner of the stairs.

The fat man's snoring stopped, and it took a while before it started again.

After waiting a little longer, the fat man's snoring became even again, and Somchai came out of the shadows.

He was still clutching the glass bottle in his right hand, and he touched his head with his left hand, and a round bag appeared on his head, like the head of a calf preparing to produce horns.

Looking at the glass bottle in his hand, Song Chai wanted to cry without tears.

Climbing back to the third floor and putting the glass bottle back in its place, Somchai bypassed the fat man's bed, he reminded the gall, and with a thousand times more care, he finally went up to the sixth floor.

Seeing Feinan's door, for some reason, a feeling of emotion in Songchai's heart that he had reached the top of Mount Everest arose.

It's not easy!

Song Guess swears that if I take the list of Kowloon Walled City again in the future, I will be a dog!

Coming lightly to the door of Feinan's room, Song Guess knew that the really difficult level had just begun.

Taking out a bamboo tube from his bosom, Song Chai pulled the lid off one end of it, and a fragrant smell suddenly spread.

But Somchai didn't dare to smell it, as if it was poison, and he gently shoved the bamboo pipe into the space below Feinan's door, allowing the fragrant smell to evaporate.

This is a traditional Thai elixir extracted from a special plant that is usually used against wild elephants, and it is very effective.

After waiting for a while, feeling that the fragrance had spread throughout the house, Somchai put away the bamboo pipe, and then took out a gas mask and put it on his face.

Taking out another piece of iron and a piece of wire, Somchai stabbed it into the lock, fumbled for a slide, adjusted the position, and suddenly turned hard, and the door was opened.

Pretty!

Secretly applauded himself, Song Chai gently pushed the door open.

Flashed through the door and stood close against the wall, Somchai observed the situation inside the room.

His location is in the antechamber, which is not a large place, with cabinets, empty beds and other objects.

Feinan lived in the bedroom inside, and the bedroom door was wide open, and Somchai was relieved, it seemed that Mixiang was not blocked.

He took out the silencer pistol from his bosom, buckled the hammer, and tiptoed to the bedroom.

Arriving at the door, Somchai flashed, entered the bedroom, quickly locked on the target, and pulled the trigger again and again on the bulging bed with his gun.

Syllable!

Syllable!

Syllable!

Like the sound of a gun swatting a fly, the quilt exploded one hole after another, and the cotton wool flew everywhere.

But there was no screaming from the bed, not even a snort!

Song Chai immediately guessed that it was wrong, the wind hit the back of his head, he didn't look back, he suddenly leaned forward, his right leg jerked up backwards, and kicked hard!

But he kicked him in the air, and at the same time, a hard, thick wooden stick smashed his head, and it was exactly right on the bag that he had just knocked out!

"Whew~!"

He let out a low roar, tears rushing out of his eyes, and the sharp pain made his brain twitch.

At the same time, he heard a puzzled voice coming from behind him:

"I'm lost! It's not dizzy, and there's a 70% chance it's fake, right?"