The man, dressed in black, sat quietly in the dimly lit room, unmoving. His or her face was blurred, but his or her eyes shone with a frightening cold light, staring vacantly into the distance.

He (she) was waiting, waiting for the last moment of darkness before dawn, and on the table not far away was a strangely shaped weapon, somewhat like a dagger but obviously a large size, and in a strange triangular shape, the three blades were carefully opened blood grooves, and the blade was jagged, needless to say, this must be a sharp weapon that could kill the enemy in an instant.

The clock hanging on the wall slowly pointed to 4:50 a.m., and he still didn't move. He had a plan in his mind, everything outside was as silent as death, except for the vegetable market, not many people would get up at this point in time, and the streets were still empty.

Today is a good day, he has to complete his first mission: to kill someone. This man was already full of evil, and death was supposed to be a matter of time, but he must not let this man live past tomorrow, because tonight is the best way to let this man die.

He stretched out his hand to take the weapon on the table, picked up a piece of silk cloth and wiped it carefully, this awl-like thing also glowed slightly in the dark night, it was indeed a rare artifact; at this time, the scene of the artifact piercing into the chest suddenly appeared in his mind, and there was a trace of inexplicable pleasure in his heart.

After waiting for so many years, there is nothing more solid than completing the task, Shangfeng's order is to resolutely complete the task, as for the time limit for completing this task, there is no relevant instruction, but he doesn't want to spend his whole life doing this, the endless waiting is tormenting, it is not as happy as killing the enemy immediately, and he wants to use the remaining days to live his life well.

Now the opportunity has finally come, and it's fleeting.

When the clock pointed to the hour, he took out the gray riding cap he had prepared from under the table and slowly put it on, revealing only a pair of bright eyes.

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There is no moon tonight, the sky is still slightly overcast, and there is no rain.

A dark shadow flashed through the street near the ferry, and the movement was extremely swift, and the man did not look around, but rushed straight up the mountain, the road was more than three meters wide, and the cement on the ground had broken in many places, but it did not hinder the night walker in the slightest.

There was also no one on the concrete road, and it was the darkest hour before dawn, when only ghosts would haunt it.

After about twenty minutes, the shadow had reached the top of the hill, and he first looked at a densely wooded spot for a while, until he confirmed that there was no movement, and then walked around from behind the small three-story building. His eyes rolled around, and he looked at the four big words "Happy Hostel" that had been extinguished against the wall, and actually smiled slightly.

I saw him use his hands and feet together, and followed the pipe on the right side of the small building to the second floor, he knew that the goal of this trip was to live in the innermost room today, because it was a medicine changing room, and he had already found out about these things. Then he put his ear to the door of the changing room and listened, and sure enough, there was a slight moan from inside, and it seemed that the person inside seemed to be injured.

The black shadow's gaze became more and more cold, but at this time the door suddenly opened, he was startled, and quickly turned over and jumped off the guardrail, of course, he was not so godly, and there was a right hand tightly holding the pole of the guardrail, and out of it was a middle-aged woman, carrying a basin full of water, the water was dark red about the color of blood after washing, but she did not notice that there was another person outside the door, but walked out intently, and muttered some complaining words in her mouth.

The dark shadow didn't listen to the woman's nonsense, but silently waited for her to come downstairs before turning over. He looked in, then walked in and closed it softly with his left hand.

The people in the room were lying on a hardboard bed that was not too wide, only a slight moan, it seemed that the endurance was not bad, the footsteps of the black shadow were very soft, and the sound of the door closing was almost none, but the people in the room were extremely alert, and actually heard some movement, but he did not turn around, but said angrily: "What are you doing in again?...... Can't you let me get some good sleep......"

No one answered, and the room was eerily quiet.

The person lying on the bed suddenly turned over, for what happened today, he did still have palpitations, he was always suspicious and couldn't sleep one night, and the usually dignified Chinese face didn't know if it was because of injury or not rested, and it looked a little pale, and his eyes were a little blurry.

There was a dark figure standing in front of him, and he initially thought it was a hallucination, so he rubbed his red eyes.

The shadow was still there!, and he jumped up in a panic.

The black shadow didn't move, as if he didn't care about being found at all, maybe it was a bit of a cat playing with a mouse, anyway, he just took the exposed eyes and looked coldly at the dying man in front of him.

"Who are you?...... What are you doing here?" the man on the bed was still a little calm, at least he saw that there was nothing on the hands of the person who came, and his gaze did not seem hostile.

"Talk to old friends. The shadow actually spoke, his voice low but also clear.

The man on the bed probably exhaled, but he said with some doubts: "Which old friend is so sneaky......" he will be suspicious.

The black shadow reached out and took out an ornament from his pocket, slowly opened his hand, and a rather large oval badge naturally fell, looking actually golden, and dangling in the air with some weight.

"King cobra, are you ......" The man on the bed was even more puzzled, and tried to remember, but his words did not fall—

Chill out!

The man on the bed looked in astonishment at the mysterious weapon that had pierced his chest, although most of it was still exposed, and the hot blood had already shot out from the edge of the sharp weapon, and strangely divided into three streams, and the blood flowed so fast that he could not speak for an instant, and life passed in an instant.

The black shadow decisively withdrew his weapon, and the person on the bed slowly fell to the side, but his mouth was wide open, and his eyes were wide, his face was full of disbelief, but his pupils were slowly dilating.

The black shadow seemed to sneer, and then withdrew the weapon to his waist again, and actually didn't care whether the person in front of him was dead or not, opened the door and walked out without looking back, and quickly disappeared into the night.

After about five minutes, the middle-aged woman who had just gone downstairs walked in the door again, and was immediately frightened by the pool of blood on the ground and knocked the basin in her hand to the ground, she shouted loudly but quickly exited the door, she should have been very frightened, but another young man had already heard her screaming, rushed down from the third floor, and rushed straight into the house.

He saw that the corners of his father's mouth seemed to move, and hurriedly leaned over to it.

The person in the bed probably experienced life and death a lot, and although he only had the last bit of consciousness left, he said a few words into the young man's ear like a flashback.

The young man's fair face suddenly turned pale as ashes. [.]