Most of us in this industry are just seeking money, no one defines ourselves as a grim reaper, we don't have a sense of mission, we just treat it as a transaction. Killers have not existed since ancient times to kill.

But this freak seems to exist for the sake of pure hunting. That's right, it's hunting, there's no reason for it, and there's no reason for it, it's just for the sake of pure killing. Brother Monkey's last partner died in his hands, and when he found the body, he didn't look like anyone.

Brother Monkey's last partner is called Ah Bing, and there are very few people who listen to Brother Monkey say, and he is a very honest killer unlike me. Most of the conversations between the two of them are Brother Monkey talking, and then Ah Bing nodded, and then took the order and left. He is similar to Mr. Fish, he has a sniper rifle, and with one shot at a high place, he is easy and handsome.

Brother Monkey said that he always kills people in the evening, and maybe it is more meaningful to die and feel that the remnants of the sun are like blood. Although he is a very regular killer, all killers will always have some quirks, only using three bullets to kill each time, of course, as a killer he usually uses only one bullet to end the life of his target.

And this time, he was put down on the rooftop, and the gun in his hand did not fire a single shot. The scene was tragic, and there was blood everywhere on the rooftop, like a corpse that had been bitten by a wild beast, which was Brother Monkey's description. It is true that close proximity is the most fatal weakness of a sniper killer, but the necessary vigilance is still necessary, and it is rare to be able to approach quietly, so being killed is not very wronged, and the skills are not as good as people.

I'm not a self-righteous person, and in fact we are similar in nature to him, so I'm not in a position to judge right or wrong. We kill for money, and he only kills for money, and if concentration is a virtue, he may be even more noble than us.

Killing and being killed go hand in hand. I just don't like that crazy bloodlust, killing more than 50 killers in two months, and almost every day on average. Everything must have a degree, wouldn't it be tiring to kill every day?

Reporters even began to follow the report, causing many killers to dare not take orders, and only one person made the entire industry enter a freezing period, and even after he disappeared, there were still many people talking about it. Reporters called him a "killer hunter", and people realized that the killer industry also has a nemesis.

Nemesis, which means that he is the savior of many people, no one wants to be killed easily, so many people are looking for him, and they want to hire him as a bodyguard at a sky-high price, and the price is so high that I am a little moved. Of course, I didn't meet him at that time, otherwise according to the rumors, I would have been lying somewhere corpse.

At the same time, the killers are also starting to want to round him up, after all, this unstable factor is deadly, and the police are also looking for this person who makes the people question them again and again. Just when everyone was looking for him, in one such city, he disappeared like this. Stop his killing, let the killers go, and no one knows where he went, just as no one knows when he'll come back and reappear.

With his disappearance, something becomes a nightmare for some people, and it also becomes a powerful capital for some people to show themselves. Everyone is the killer left, why do you have to blow those who have and don't, it's boring. At that time, I was still a newcomer to the industry, I just thought it was my own luck, of course, the old poor ghost also died in that period, but it didn't look like a hunter did it, decently tight, the hair was not messy, that was not his style, people like him, maintaining the style must be the most important.

It made me feel very uncomfortable that it suddenly came out after such a long time, and I wondered if it was a disease that would flare up every few years. In turn, I felt that the idea was too naïve.

I don't believe in legends, and I don't really believe that I was lucky not to have met him. Nothing happens without logic, unless he's a madman, but a madman never stops.

The rain outside seems to be lighter, the cloudy night seems to be darker, the black makes me feel a little sticky, a little breathless, the world is a big mystery to everyone, you think you know, understand is only the tip of the iceberg.

The laws of nature can be big or small, the law of the jungle sounds cruel, and the man called the hunter really stands at the top of our food chain, I shook my head.