I noticed that Brother Monkey came in with a large leather bag, and after glancing at it, I began to stare at Brother Monkey's funny face covered with folds, trying to imagine it as a flower, and finally I was a little disgusted, and I didn't understand what kind of bad taste it was.

I coughed lightly, and then watched him pull money out of his black leather bag one by one, and soon the waiter's gaze in the distance changed from disdain to surprise to deference, and fifty wades of money were placed on the table in front of me. Brother Monkey's black leather bag deflated in an instant, and he patted it and threw it aside.

Money always gives people a very strong feeling of not being able to tell what it is, especially when there are so many neat and tidy. "You usually bring so much money with you on the street?" I asked him casually with the soot scattered on my pants.

Brother Monkey is sitting opposite me like a god of wealth at the moment, he raised his hand and picked up the goblet in front of him, which was left by Mr. Yu when he just left, and the ice cubes in the cup have long since turned into water, mixed with the residual taste of red wine. Brother Monkey smacked his lips and said, "Sure enough, it's the water in the bar, and it still smells of some alcohol." I didn't say a word, looked at his tasteful expression, and listened to him continue

"Anyway, it's all your money, even if I lose the whole cash truck, it's yours, and I don't feel distressed. He squinted at me, and saw that I didn't react, he changed his sitting posture and opened his mouth to lower his voice and said: "This is what the client looked like when he gave it to me, and when he received the news, the client asked me to go to an old house on the outskirts of the city to pick it up, and the target information and requirements were all there, and I think there must be someone watching nearby, because it was too far away from you, so I came late." ”

I took a puff of my cigarette and asked him, "Wouldn't it be a hassle if I didn't answer?" ”

"I don't know if you're troublesome anyway, I'm going to be in trouble, first, the money is very heavy, and second, I may not be able to come back after I send it away. With that, he took out a piece of paper from his bosom and handed it to me.

I reached out and took the cigarette butt and extinguished it, and said as I looked at it, "You have given me another share of the trouble, and you have also caused a lot of trouble for the client... Still," I frowned, "I took it." ”

"The goal is really tricky, but there are still three more than that, so it's hard work. ”

I didn't speak, and sometimes I was thinking that the messenger must have been a killer, and even the life I had died in before was self-disciplined and never took risks, so the commissions I took from them were usually not too outrageous.

Because only the killer himself can realize exactly whether it is really possible or not. I wonder if he was on the way back from taking the order, thinking about what he would do if it were. That's his story, I'm actually curious, but I'm too lazy to ask him.

"Choosing people to kill" has never been my style, so I usually don't refuse the orders he sends me after working together for so long, and I wonder if he is starting to have some blind confidence in me. When this order was placed in front of me, it was indeed a bit outrageous this time.

The target is a gang boss, the pure kind. It's dark, and it's really a big gang. Some of his peers bought their guns from him, and many of them took his orders and never received the final payment. Some of the rumors spread are still somewhat true.

Although the information given by the client is really sufficient, there are more than a dozen pieces of A4 paper, and in some cases it is even accurate to the second. However, it doesn't make sense to me other than to be able to express that the client really wants the target to die immediately. Just like the cheat sheet you made during the exam, everyone is extremely detailed to cope with all kinds of changes during the exam.

That's right, it's change, for people like the target, what is fixed enough to make people perceive must be foolproof, then what is left is endless variables, each variable will make the difficulty of killing him increase exponentially. Any mistake will mean death, and I dare to vouch for him that he will not let you have a second chance, and the key word is you, not a second time.

Brother Monkey saw that I didn't speak, and began to clean up the money on the table, and filled a full pocket. Then An An took my money and paid for it. Then he handed me the purse, got up and left. When he was about to leave the door, he suddenly turned around and said, "I will definitely invite you next time." ”

I smiled for no reason and raised my hand at him. The waiter in the distance was still looking curiously, and finally retracted his neck. This is the way this world is, once you find that what you are curious about is something you can't bear, please be more interesting, or live your own life is very reliable.

I walked out of the bar with my purse, and the night I liked came again.