Ren Pingsheng, male, 28 years old, parents unknown, since he was a child, he was trained as a killer, he has served in the world's top killer organizations, inheriting the secret art of killing, hiding in the dark, hovering between the virtual and the real, as if there is no world, without a trace, difficult to find near and far, invisible to kill, dominate life.

In the killer world, it can be said that everyone knows about it, and it is terrifying. He came and went without a trace, mysterious and mysterious, no one knew his true face, and was ruthlessly abandoned by the killer organization after suffering a severe brain injury during an operation.

Ren Pingsheng looked up at the high-rise buildings in front of him, but he had mixed feelings in his heart, the bloody wind and rain of the past seemed to be still in front of him, the more he wanted to escape in this life, he often couldn't break free, he was helpless, sighed, and walked forward.

The Shan Shan Building, straight into the clouds, reveals the unattainable posture, and under the bath of the afterglow, it is even more radiant and distinctive.

On the top floor of the building, the president's office.

"Uncle Quan, has anyone taken the order?"

A gentleman with a big back combed his feet on the desk, lazy and leisurely, expensive cigars burning between his slender and weak fingers, tilting his head for a while, exuding a sense of inevitability that the situation is under control.

"Someone has already picked it up. ”

A man in his forties and fifties took two steps forward, and he was neither humble nor arrogant, and he bent slightly to respond to the man.

"Is it reliable?"

"I will do what you have to do. The high price is naturally linked to strength, not to mention that this person has never missed a beat, and it is absolutely reliable. ”

"That's good, after getting rid of Mu Yanshan, I am the only heir of the Yan Shan Group. That old thing has always looked down on me, and without Mu Yanshan, I think he still has some excuse to shirk at that time, hum. ”

When the gentleman said this, his narrow eyes were bloodshot and red, and his handsome face was full of green muscles, gradually becoming hideous and terrifying, compared with the leisurely appearance of the previous second, it was like two people.

"When will that man arrive? ”

"I'm already here. ”

The sudden, cold words seemed to come from the Nine Hells, and they were mixed with a cold wind raging and scurrying.

The two of them looked up again but found that there was a figure in the empty hall at some point, and this scene frightened the gentleman into a tremble, and then his face turned pale and his clothes were wet.

The middle-aged man may have seen the wind and waves more or less because of his age, his eyes were round, and his heart was slightly frightened, but he returned to normal in a moment.

The man who appeared out of thin air was not tall, more than one meter and seven points, thin and weak, looking weak, and his face was blurred, like a layer of mist that had lingered for a long time, making people unable to see the slightest appearance, which was very mysterious.

Uncle Quan calmed down, he took two steps forward, and made a gesture to the man in front of him to sit down, with a flattering smile on his face.

"Not necessarily. Tell me who I want to die and how. ”

Ren Pingsheng didn't mean to be polite at all, and his cold tone once again made the temperature of the entire room drop sharply a lot.

The gentleman gradually recovered from the fright, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, opened the drawer tremblingly, and took out a pile of materials, Uncle Quan stepped forward to take it, turned around and handed it to Ren Pingsheng.

Target person: Mu Yanshan, female, 28 years old, the next CEO of Yanshan Group, the daughter of Mu Ting, living address is located at No. 2, Building 11, Binhe Bay, Parkson Avenue, Chengzhou, license plate number B22222, B12345.

Eight bodyguards, Ah Hu, male, 34 years old, retired soldier, served in the mysterious special forces of the Celestial Empire, the details are unknown.

Lancer, male, 40 years old, American, served in the Navy SEALs, participated in the Afghan campaign, and has excellent hand-to-hand combat ability.

Shifting flowers, female, twenty-eight, Japanese, Iaido, according to reliable sources, excellent swordsmanship, cutting water and breaking the stream, others unknown.

Jiemu, male, 30 years old, Japanese, ninja, specific ability unknown, never shot.

The Children of Darkness, four of them, their age, appearance, and abilities are unknown.

"Ten million, remember, is the most valuable money, and immediately and immediately, she will not survive tonight. ”

Hearing this, the gentleman frowned, he seemed to have an objection to this, and wanted to open his mouth to argue, but was interrupted by Uncle Quan's eyes.

"No problem, account number, transfer money now. ”

Uncle Quan tried to squeeze out a smile and responded to Ren Pingsheng.

"Remember what you said, I left her dead without a body. ”

The gentleman replied that he was extremely unhappy, no one had ever dared to bargain with him like this since he was a child, and he didn't take him seriously at all, so it was inevitable that there would be a bad anger in his heart when he thought about it.

"Those who questioned my abilities are all dead. ”

Ren Pingsheng's eyes were undoubtedly like looking at a dead man, ruthless and powerful, leaving an indelible impression in the hearts of the gentlemen, and they could never be understated.

Ren Pingsheng's figure gradually blurred, slowly disappearing, as if he had never been there.

"Sir, your card number. ”

Uncle Quan looked at the place where Ren Pingsheng disappeared and shouted.

Before the words fell, suddenly, a fierce wind blew by, blowing up the big back of the gentleman.

Uncle Quan turned around and looked, and the next moment scared him a lot, and then he realized that in the face of true strength, all the disguised composure was just self-deception.

A thin piece of paper was inserted deep into the background wall made of marble, and the cracks of the entire wall gradually spread, and the next second it collapsed with a bang, and dust rose everywhere.

The silent hall is even more frightening, and the gentlemen are honestly afraid, and they are already scared...

After a long time, Uncle Quan finally came back to his senses, swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and shouted into the empty hall: "Your Excellency, the gods are haunted, it is by no means idle, I will not send it far away, this time the hospitality is not thoughtful, and I hope to Haihan." Please bother with a trivial matter, and when you return triumphantly, you must set up a wine to catch the wind to show your gratitude. ”

But he didn't notice the cold arc of Uncle Quan's mouth...

"Jingle bell..."

Ren Pingsheng took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket and looked at it.

"Foreign crypto accounts received 10 million Kuwaiti dinars. ”

He stood on the roof of the Yanshan Building, the scenery of Chengzhou was in full view, the lights of Yanshan lit up the dark night, the black color seemed to have a strange magic to make him gradually excited, the blood all over his body was boiling, like countless insects gnawing at his body.

In a trance, it seemed that he had returned to the bloody wind and rain before, this feeling made him ecstatic, it had been a long time, and it made him quite helpless, and he couldn't help himself.

He laughed bitterly at himself, never thinking that one day, he would be forced to step into the road of licking blood again because of the embarrassment of life, but he didn't know if his disabled body could handle this task.

The evening breeze was soft, allowing his thoughts to follow the direction of the wind.