It's a remote suburb, and if it weren't for the tour groups, there wouldn't be a few people at all.

But now it's full of people, police, journalists, and all sorts of people watching the excitement.

"Did you say that? There was a murder here?"

The conversation continued one after another, the sound of the brakes, the sound of the camera, the sound of the police questioning, the sound of the bullet loaded.

* The muzzle of the black hole hole was pointed at me, and my hand still had no intention of taking it out, and I took it in my arms.

"Suspect * that there is a gun, allow to shoot. ”

A policeman in a white shirt, standing far behind, pointed in my direction and said loudly.

There was a bang.

The bullet landed on my forehead, and the force sent me to a shake and I fell to the chair.

"*Killed. The policeman's voice rang out again.

"Get in the car and see how it goes. ”

Dense footsteps surrounded the bus, and I sat up again, detaching the bullet stuck in my forehead.

He smiled at the policeman who was no more than five meters away from me, and waved the bullet that I had picked out in his hand.

The police, who were already approaching, retreated again.

And my hand was in my arms again.

Gunshots rang out again, three in quick succession.

I've got three bullets stuck in my skull, and my ability has improved my physique, even though I still can't handle a large-caliber sniper rifle. But in the face of such a pistol, there are still no problems.

"I have papers?" I pulled a small red notebook out of my arms and shook it at them.

It has a golden national emblem on it, as well as several large characters of the National Security Bureau.

"I don't have a gun with me?"

I spread my hands and got off the bus and walked towards the group of cops.

They like to cover up, but I don't, so I'm going to show this ability to let people know that the world is much darker than they think, and that some of them can harvest their lives at will, and that I am one of them.

With my papers handed over to the white shirt, I got it out, and the farce was over.

"Control speech. ”

The simple four words made the dozens of police officers who arrived busy, even busier than before.

The fat policeman looked at me with confusion in his eyes, because I looked so young for my age.

"NSA? ”

"Rest assured that it can be found in the internal system. ”

Of course, I don't know if I can find it, and I haven't checked it.

But they seem to have really found it, a huge encrypted file, so they can't do anything.

"Is this your file?" the white-shirted policeman looked up at me.

"Yes, it's mine. ”

"Why are you killing people?"

"Are you sure you're going to ask this question?" I said, intending to overwhelm the man.

The white shirt was silent for a while, looking at me with a look full of unkindness, but in the end there was only a helpless sigh.

The crowd was gathered up, and the police lectured them on what to do in the face of the situation, as well as a motley list of secrecy regulations.

And I'm already in the car.

"What kind of organization are you?" asked the policewoman who was driving in front of me looking back at me with some curiosity.

"Guess what. I leaned forward and came in front of her no more than five centimeters.

"Ahh

She seemed frightened.

While caressing his chest, he gasped for air, looked at me and said angrily, "Don't scare me." ”

I laughed and didn't answer her.

However, this piqued her curiosity even more: "You can't be the dragon group in that novel, right?"

"Not the ones who can do it. Her hands were up and down, humming in her mouth, imitating all kinds of so-called martial arts movements.

"You can understand it that way. ”

"That's really going to ......"

However, her words were interrupted, and the window glass was knocked by the policeman in the white shirt, "Don't ask what you shouldn't." ”

She lowered her head and stopped talking.

Although I ended up following them, I have to say that the feeling of killing people was really cool.

The convoy drove through a busy neighborhood and stopped at the entrance of the Public Security Bureau, and I was invited into an office.

It's not so much an invitation as house arrest, and for them, it's still a very serious matter, and I have to be 100% sure of my identity.

Footsteps lingered at the door, and all kinds of telephones rang constantly.

The sun was already setting in the west, and there was a knock at the door.

Led by a white shirt, a middle-aged man in a military uniform walked in.

looked at the familiar middle-aged man in front of him, after all, he smiled at him: "It's you again?"

"What a coincidence. ”

He just gave me a cold look, then turned to the white shirt and said, "You go out." ”

"Can I ask..."

"Don't ask anything, get out. ”

The white shirt looked at him, opened his mouth, shook his head and sighed and turned to go out.

As the white shirt went out, the middle-aged soldier spoke again, pointing at my nose.

"Do you know what you're doing today? Do you know how bad the impact is?"

"I don't know. ”

I replied like a scoundrel, of course I know what it means for me to do this today, but so what?

"You..."

"Me?"

The middle-aged man pointed at me, and in the end there was only helplessness.

"You hurry up and get out, you are not welcome in our country. ”

"But I'm still from this country. ”

"Be a member of any country you want. ”

"I mean, you don't need me anymore?"

"That's why you're alive until now. He pointed to my nose and growled.

"Do you know how much the country hopes of you, how much we condone your behavior, do you know what would happen if something like this happened to someone else?"

"I don't care. ”

The flames of anger kept burning, but I didn't care.

There was a moment when I felt like a rebellious teenager, but it was only for a second, not even a second.

The so-called family and country, the so-called feelings, and the so-called feelings, in my opinion, are just an exchange of interests.

I'm a businessman, and I only pay attention to interest, so there's no need to talk about things with feelings.

There is an exchange of interests here, and there will always be only an exchange of interests, and the so-called feelings, the so-called family and country, are not worth mentioning in front of interests, and even more so in front of me.

He pointed at me. ”

I looked at him.

He kept scolding, intending to instill all kinds of feelings in me and popularize patriotic education in me. ”

If I were a mercenary, or a normal person, or even a person, his words would definitely work, and even be effective.

However, I am not a normal person, and I have even fallen out of the human category.

I look at him like an idiot, and he looks at me like a clown.

He felt angry, I thought it was funny.

"I'm telling you, this is not a correctional ground, not a place where you can do whatever you want. ”

"Well, well, you're right. ”