I went to the hospital according to the address given, and I could see the police patrolling at the gate. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

It seems that the master should be right inside, and I have been observing it for a long time.

Everyone who enters will be asked to check their identity, and it seems that as long as they are from country C, they will be taken away for interrogation.

Although I have my skin blackened now, a closer look will still reveal the clues.

It seems to be similar to what I thought, if you want to save someone, you have to kill another one.

Opened the person who was going to be killed this time.

A project manager with no clue.

Originally, the assassination required at least a week to a month of preparation.

But at the moment I don't have much time.

Observed the clues left behind.

One is where he goes to work, while the other is his home.

After opening the map and looking at it for a long time, I excluded his house.

Living in a small cottage in a slum, even if he is killed, it is estimated that he will not be found for three or four days.

But this time, I had to let everyone know.

And it also needs to be hyped up.

I set my sights on the building where he works.

only to find that the floor where he worked was very high, and there were no other buildings side by side.

The opportunity to snipe is gone, so I can only sneak in.

Only a spare sniper rifle and a pistol were on hand.

In desperation, I checked the details of this company.

On the surface, it is an investment company, but in fact it is a loan shark.

It's not hard to find that, as the entire company's website is flooded with loans.

I bought a takeaway on the road and walked in with my mask on.

I walked in slowly, as easily as a food delivery person.

I pressed the elevator on the top floor and walked around the waiting floor.

Observe the layout of the house and the position of the monitors.

Silently wrote it down.

He then descended from the top floor to the 11th floor of the target.

After a rough look, the layout of the 11th floor and the top floor is similar.

I dodged the two corners of the surveillance and walked into the bathroom.

There were hardly any people here, and I squatted in the toilet looking for an opportunity.

I flushed the takeout into the toilet.

Took out the gloves and ether in the bag.

For half an hour, only about three or four Tibetan people came in to go to the toilet.

But it wasn't what I expected, until the fourth one who came in happened to be black.

The height and hairstyle are very suitable.

Wet the towel with ether.

Came out of the toilet and pushed him to the ground from behind.

The ether I had prepared covered his mouth and nose and smothered it to the ground.

Then it was dragged into the toilet cubicle and placed on top of the toilet.

Hold his fingerprints with the prepared pistol.

Strip him naked and put it on himself.

After that, he locked the door of the toilet and climbed out of it.

He straightened the collar of his suit and walked out the door.

I came to the elevator and started going in and out non-stop.

Try not to look at the monitor in the elevator, and make yourself look like a psychopath.

He then stepped out of the elevator and ran to the target's room, knocking on the door.

The moment my target opened the door, I pulled out my pistol and ran out of magazines.

Immediately after a single shot, I threw my pistol in place.

The sound of gunfire attracted the attention of almost the entire floor, and people were hiding in their rooms, others running in all directions, coming out of the rooms one after another and running to the safety exit.

I wiped the blood from my clothes a little, half-crouched and ran out of the crowd.

Ran quickly in the direction of the crowd to the toilet.

While everyone was screaming what was going on, I was leisurely undressing.

I kicked open the door to the toilet and took off my clothes and put them back on the black man.

When they were dressed, I straightened his collar.

Glancing at the police car whizzing downstairs, I pushed him down the bathroom window on the eleventh floor.

Then he turned around and walked out calmly.

I went to the bathroom on the top floor along the blind corner of the surveillance.

I put my phone on silent and swiped Twitter.

I listened to the police radio, followed by the blockade of the building.

The top floor was exceptionally quiet, and the police didn't look for it.

Because the killer was soon found jumping to his death

It wasn't until late in the evening that all the police were evacuated.

I just saw about two pieces of news filling the page.

One is the reappearance of the mysterious killer, who pretends to commit suicide and blame.

The second news is the male version of Zhou Keer, who committed suicide with suspicious traces.

Both news stories were written anonymously by me.

The whole thing was mysterious.

I opened the red dot again, and the red amount turned back to normal.

But I received a warning letter from the Red Dot Network, so that I can no longer use this kind of suicide to disguise the unsolved case of homicide.

I took the money and put it in a bank card from a Swiss bank that I had prepared a long time ago.

I returned to the hotel at night, and soaked for almost half an hour before rubbing off the marks left by the marker pen on my body.

After looking in the mirror for a long time, I made sure that there were no obvious marks on my body.

I took the car again to the hospital where the master was, and there were far fewer police officers in the hospital that were already heavily guarded.

There are no more police officers who have paid attention to the identities of people who have entered the hospital.

I easily entered the hospital and looked at the floor plan in the lobby.

The intensive care unit is not far from me, but it is difficult to get in.

There are no more takeaway policemen, but the wards of the supervising masters are obviously still there.

I saw the rooftop of the emergency room on the other side.

One step, two steps, a full four hundred and thirty steps.

That's two hundred and ten meters.

I went up to the rooftop of the emergency room on the other side and set up my sniper rifle.

I started pointing at the windows of the critical care wards and looked at them one by one.

In the three years I've been a hitman, I've barely used a sniper rifle.

And the first one to be killed with a sniper gun was actually his own master.

I adjusted the angle and found the room where the master was.

I made a phone call to my best friend.

It was picked up immediately after a beep.

"Hey, it's really nice. I've helped you write a lot of anonymous news and post it on various websites, and you'll be back safely in a few weeks. Dead friends said with a smile.

"Well, can you do me a favor?" I said.

"How?" asked the Dead Friend.

"I put about 400 million on your card, and you take half of the money in it, and remember the number I gave you. If you want to find a way to put the other half of the money into someone's card, can you do it?" I said.

"Damn, 400 million. This is an assassination of gold, right? Why give it all out? You might as well keep a little of it. I didn't do anything, why did you share me with 200 million?" said the dead friend with a smile.

Taking a deep breath, he slowly stood up and felt the direction of the wind.

said to the dead friend: "Don't do this business as soon as you get the money, what you do is better than this." Remember, give me the money, but don't swallow it all yourself. ”

"Aren't you at ease with me?" Hey, Han Dong, what do you mean by that?" shouted the dead friend.

"Oh, and what's my master's name?" I said.

"After checking carefully, your master's name is Wang Shanshui. I can't see it, it's no wonder that I can hold a gun if I have been a soldier. The dead friend said with a sigh.

I hung up the phone and transferred all the money on my card to my best friend.

Opened the website of the Red Dot Network.

There are about 30,000 in the account, which is the money to kill the project manager.

I applied for an assassination with 30,000 yuan, Wang Shanshui, an elevator decorator in H City, Country C.

In a matter of minutes, the D-class assassination mission was out.

Then the order was taken with the account.

When the news of the next D-class mission of the account of 36 degrees 9 appeared, it appeared on the homepage of the Red Dot network again.

The public frequency was blown up.

The call from the best friend came in almost the next moment.

I hung up the phone and formatted the phone.

He took out the phone card and broke it.

Ready for everything, he leaned down, took off his gloves and got on the sniper rifle.

He aimed the gun at the head of the master in the intensive care unit and deducted the flight.

A gunshot rang out, and it was the first time I had killed someone with a sniper rifle.

It didn't feel as good as I thought, and the dream of a professional killer came true at this moment.

And it's the top, and there seems to be no regrets.

I slowly got up and straightened my clothes.

Jump down from the rooftop of the hospital.

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A year later.

International Flight Reception Hall, Airport of H City, Country C.

"Damn, your plan is seamless. Broke a leg for 200 million. "My friend pushed my wheelchair forward slowly.

"Don't laugh at me, I really wanted to jump off the building. I said.

"Did they ask you anything? Did they torture you? Confess water, lie detectors or something?"

"You've seen too much 007, but you've just asked a lot of questions. I almost didn't know, but when I got into the case, I said I had a headache. I said.

"Anyway, this case is already a mystery case, you don't know what is said on the Internet. This thirty-six degrees nine is already the world's number one killer. ”

"Shouldn't we talk about my 200 million?" I said.

"Didn't you say that 200 million was given to me?"

"That's if I'm dead, isn't it still dead? "I jumped out of my wheelchair.

", the legs are all pretended?"

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(I take the responsibility here, because I don't dare to use real place names and country names.) As a result, the sense of substitution in reading is a big difference, and I can't help it. If you don't think this article looks good, blame me)

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