Originally, the old man said that he would go out to kill someone and come back after a while, but I always thought it was a very easy thing to do, after all, he had a gun in his hand. Then gently hook the trigger, it's a breeze.

However, when I pointed a gun at my first unlucky one, I realized that it was not the case at all. I used to have pigs and cattle in the town, and the white knives went in and the red knives came out, and then they were done. It wasn't until my mom told me to kill a chicken and the knife was on the chicken's neck that I realized it was really hard.

So I felt that the butcher in the town was an extremely fierce character. They are able to easily kill such a large animal and then dismember and peddle it, which is very difficult for a normal person.

Lying at my feet at the moment was a living man, curled up, crying and begging me to let him go, and I even smelled a smell of urine. He was a lawyer, an unscrupulous lawyer, to be exact.

Sometimes I admire them as people who can twist black and white upside down. Every day in a suit and leather shoes, full of benevolent and moral laws and regulations, the life is moist and beautiful. Luckily, I knocked out his glasses with a punch as soon as I entered the door, and I guess he didn't get a chance to see what I looked like. Otherwise, he will definitely sue me in court, and I will definitely not be able to say him, so it is better to kill him.

But I pointed my gun at him like this, and I didn't dare to do it for a long time. If I were him, he would have snatched my gun while I was distracted. Then he pointed at me and said that it would not be so easy to kill him.

However, it is a pity that his inner defense line is simply vulnerable. Just limp and motionless in front of me. It's strange that I suddenly feel that killing a weak animal like him always has the feeling of bullying the weak. It makes people think soft-heartedly, which reminds me of that chicken.

However, as soon as my ears moved, I seemed to hear a gurgling sound, which is the kind of business where you press the keyboard of your phone. Then there was another sound, and I tilted my head to look at the man lying in front of me. I guess my expression isn't very friendly. He seemed nervous, a tension different from fear. So I pulled the trigger.

The bullet went through his forehead, and because it was so close, a trail of blood splattered from the back of his head, spilling everywhere. Then his body fell to the ground with a thud, and he was silent, and a pair of dead fish eyes stared straight at me.

I kicked him away, and I found his phone underneath me, and the screen lit up as if I was going to go to jail with one more press of the dial button. Unfortunately, though, he's a dishonest chicken.

I closed his eyes, I would get tired after a long time. If you're a good lawyer, I think I'll get a summons from hell, and I hope you'll find out my address.

I stood up to leave, when suddenly there was a knock on my protégé. I subconsciously turned the muzzle of the gun and found that it was the old man who came in. I subconsciously put away my gun and watched him walk towards me with his hands behind his back and looking like an inspection team.

I asked, "Why are you here?" and his old god came to me, "It's not that I don't worry about you stinky boy." He looked back at the corpse and continued, "It's over?"

I nodded: "Dead." ”

"Can't you give him a good time for 40 minutes?" asked the old man, looking at his watch.

"It's my first time, what can I do. "I'm a little speechless.

"And then, you're going to leave like this?" he continued

"Otherwise, do I have to take him to the hospital? I asked, puzzled.

"Until the highest level of the killer, what's it?" said his elder's expression.

I shook my head and he continued: "There is no death, only disappearance. ”

With that, he began to clean up the scene, wiped the blood off the floor, and asked me to join him in packing the lawyer into a small cabinet. Then clean up all the traces, and the two of us moved the cabinet downstairs.

There was a pickup truck parked downstairs, and I looked at him in amazement, and he gave me a well-deserved look. The cabinets were then loaded into trucks and finally thrown into the sea.

On the way back, I asked him if he would go to such great lengths to tidy up every time he killed. He nodded and said it would save a lot of trouble. It wasn't until later that I learned that I had plenty of time to calmly tidy up the scene and complete all the details, which in itself showed that this old man was indeed very powerful.

He drove us back to the dilapidated yard, and in the bed in the duty room, I started to have my first nightmare.