"I pretended to be big last night, how nice it would be if I put away the coffee table with 10 million, and I don't know which bastard it was cheaper!"

With the sound of four two voices coming out of the landlord, my brain circuit was blown up, and after shaking my head and sighing, I stuffed a large mouthful of instant noodles into my mouth, in order to celebrate that I didn't die outside last night, I specially added two ham sausages to treat myself.

My name is Dou Bao, I am 28 years old, sunny, erudite, golden, gentle, etc., etc., and I have almost perfectly possessed all the advantages that all men dream of.

I opened a sex toy store, and I have to say that if there were no large orders like last night to support my business, my income as a killer is really not as much as the turnover in the store, and the demand for girls now is really big, and the market has great potential.

Yes, you heard it right, I'm a killer.

A person who is destined to his own destiny from birth, a person who can only wander between day and night no matter how he struggles, constantly switching his role in life.

I believe in my destiny and believe in it.

I'm very hypocritical, I like to feel sorry for myself, because there is no way, I can only blame all this injustice on fate, what else can I do, there must be a point to vent my emotions.

God is more terrible than life, who knows if pies or manhole covers will fall from the sky.

Twenty-four hours a day, it has never rested, and it has been trampled under the feet by so many people, I think it is worse than me, so don't make it unhappy.

I'm scolding you, what's the matter with you?

Scold yourself, slap yourself twice, that's not alive, it will definitely make my peers laugh at me for being perverted.

So there is no way, my stomach full of resentment, I must vent it, and it must not affect social unity, at least for the time being, I have no better way than to say that my life is not good.

People living in the ordinary world often have the concept of killers limited to movies, or novels, etc., such as the cute uncle Leon in "This Killer is Not Too Cold", the cold John Wick in "Fast Pursuit", and of course, the literary brother in "Daisy".

In fact, it's not like that, reality is often much crueler than stories, at least there are some stories happening in their world, and in the dark world, none of us dare to make superfluous moves.

Deposit, work, final payment, disappear.

A successful killer is not to be intimidating, but to make the world not even aware that you exist.

The greater the fame, the higher the chance of death.

Of course, there are also big villains like my parents and my parents, but their commissions are extremely high, and I am afraid that the economic ability of ordinary people throughout their lives may not be able to give them a serious look.

The killer industry is not afraid to tell you, within the scope of my cognition, there is basically no ugliness, this is the basic condition of being a killer, we exist in the dark world pistol, not a machete used in street fights.

The kind of person who is full of fierce light, murderous and exposed, with a big gold chain and a small watch three small barbecues a day can only be a social person.

We weave through all kinds of people, constantly changing roles, and if we don't deliberately expose ourselves, no one can find out who we are.

So, I'm handsome!

In our world, there is a complete set of almost perfect operating system, everything you want, as long as you have enough gold cards in your hand, there is no problem.

Of course, the gold card I am talking about is not the kind that can be applied for at the bank with a little money in hand, but in appearance, it is exactly the same size and thickness as the bank card, with an eagle soaring in the air printed on it, and at the corner, there is a detailed alliance code similar to ordinary banknotes.

With it, you can buy everything, including human lives.

The prices circulating in the black market vary, but if anyone dares to take out a fake, even if it is full of real gold, but the code does not match, then you will be miserable.

The lighter ones will also be thrown into the sea to feed the sharks, and the heavier ones will know:

Death is a very luxurious thing.

Alliance, it's scary.

And the rules of the game of the alliance are the supreme rules for us.

Speaking of which, you must have the idea of approaching me to talk about business, but I want to state that I usually don't accept orders in City A, especially for a mission with a high probability of failure such as remote assassination, which I never touch.

It's not because the security is strict, it's not because I don't care about using spears, it's because there's smog!

Damn, I can even prevent lasers, I'm not looking for death with bullets!

During the day, I'm the owner of a sex toy business, and at night, hehehe......