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I lay on the rooftop and took a nap, my rusty old sniper leaning against the wall like a silent old man.

Of course, in fact I couldn't sleep at all, I just loved the lazy feeling.

"Hey, old man."

Familiar voice, very cheap, very obscene.

You don't have to look to know that this guy has come out of some strange corner and is smiling at me with a bright red mohican.

Not being able to walk well is his bad taste, just like I always like to lie on the rooftop.

His name is one-eyed, but his two eyes are normal, just because he admires a figure of the Three Kingdoms named Xiahoudun, so he followed his example and put an eyepatch on his left eye, which he thought would look cooler.

Silly and joyful.

He called me old man, and "old man" was the same as "one-eyed", both were code names. The difference is that he has one eye, but my gray hair is the real thing.

Albinism has made me have skin and snow-like hair that is whiter than a foreign ghost, and I have the impression that I was born with this disease, and people with this disease cannot see the light, so I always have to wait until the evening to go out to breathe.

The nocturnal life has made me more accustomed to the darkness than others, and to put it simply, the night that seems to you to be invisible is as bright as daylight to me.

Later, it encountered the War of Resistance Against Japan. My talent was discovered by the Nationalist Army, who took me away and trained me to be a good sniper - a white hunter who haunts the night.

Since then, the old man has been my code name.

I have killed countless people, RB people, Chinese, bad people, and good people. In fact, the process is pretty much the same – aim, hold your breath, pull the trigger, and bam!

A small bullet can take a life.

Of course, people like me are not destined to end well, just as I pierce someone else's heart with a bullet, I am also pierced through the heart by a bullet - a bullet from another sniper.

I died, with one blow, and I didn't suffer much, at the age of nineteen.

But I don't hold grudges, and I don't have any grudges to remember, and it seems to me that the death of a murderer at the hands of a man is justified.

So compared to the other "hunters", I seem to be more unmotivated, and I also fit the "old man", which sounds like a lazy codename.

"Hunter" is what we call ourselves, you can call me the Grim Reaper, the Soul Messenger, the Soul Lead, all kinds.

Okay, that's all for the sake of it, so I don't need to introduce more about the obvious fact that I'm a ghost.

What, why aren't ghosts afraid of light? My God, have you ever seen a ghost? How do you know that ghosts are afraid of light? We're not vampire freaks, so why be afraid?

Anyway, I'm actually competing with you here, and it seems that I'm really bored enough.

"Old man, old man!" The one-eyed bared teeth grinned: "What about stealing hair and lazy with here again?" ”

One-eyed likes to add a "Maomao" to everything, I really don't understand what this "Maomao" means, and I don't bother to understand it, anyway, it's his bad taste.

"Big order?" I didn't look back, still closing my eyes, enjoying the rare sunshine.

"It's not, Maomao's list is too big."

"Come out and say." I really didn't want to turn my head a moment and find myself talking to a head that came out of the ground. Even though I'm a ghost, I also hate disgusting things.

A one-eyed flattering smile floated to sit down next to me and pulled out a crumpled to-do list from his coat pocket.

Target name: Zhou Gui

Target identity: Chairman of T Group

Target: Arachhoul

The rest of the information was nonsense for me, and I didn't bother to look at it anymore, so I crumpled the list into a paper ball and threw it aside.

"Another monster in human skin." I give a summary of this order.

"Eh, isn't it, it's been so many years since the 'Shuramon incident', and it's still a mess of Maomao." One-Eyed said with righteous indignation, as if he was helping someone fight for injustice.

"But this has something to do with me?" I said in a one-eyed tone.

Just like the police in addition to the formal establishment, there is also a supernumerary system such as the auxiliary police, I and "hunters" like One-Eye are informal existences, to put it bluntly, more like a mercenary, the higher authorities issue tasks, we do what we can, without violating the basic principles, the high-level attitude of not interfering and not assisting, only looking at the results. Completing the task can accumulate character for the next life, and of course, the price of failure must be borne by yourself.

To put it simply, the top level spends money to shovel things, and the hunters get money.

One-Eyed was a tricky boy when he was alive, but he was a bit cowardly, the kind of guy who was cut flesh in front of him and hid behind the trash can to refuel. However, One-Eye himself doesn't think so, and often uses this as a capital to show off. In his opinion, there is nothing wrong with being an old boy who cherishes life and treats life well.

"Isn't it dead to cherish so much?" I used to scold him like that.

He just smiled shyly at this, I don't know how he died, and I don't want to know, there is a rule in our business, that is, we don't ask about the past in life.

Anyway, One-Eye hung up like this, and then One-Eye heard that he would become a cabbage worm in his next life, so he was so angry that he almost didn't jump into the River Styx.

In order not to lie on the leaves and bathe the dung of the farmer uncle every day in the next life, One-Eye decided to work hard, so he became a "hunter" and took orders crazily.

As for me? If you're lucky, you'll turn into a cockroach in the next life, live in a dirty and smelly sewer, and then be trampled and crushed and thrown into the toilet.

Yes, you heard it right, it's still a lucky result.

So you might be able to understand why I'm so lazy. It's like a person who has been sentenced to life imprisonment, and the judge tells him that if he works hard for a year, his sentence can be reduced by one day, and if it were you, would you be busy mending your ways?

He's hairy.

But fortunately, the days of the "hunter" are quite free, and he doesn't take on tasks, so there is no problem with spending his days doing nothing.

One day at a time, at least you can bask in the sun.

"Old man, old man, old hero, you are good at your old job, help me again." One-eyed with his hands folded, as devout as a believer.

"Am I that old?" I'm not convinced.

We all look the same as when we died, and from the physiognomy, One-Eye is more like my eldest brother.

"Not old, not old, you are so handsome, you are older than me." One-Eyed told the truth.

"Anyway, I don't want to care." I rolled over, leaving One-Eye with a desperate back.

"Don't, old man, you can help me, I don't want to become a hairy cabbage worm, when I think of my life in the next life, one-eyed has the urge to jump into the river.

"I'm going to turn into a cockroach, why don't you change with me?"

If embarrassment can be written on the face, it is estimated that the one-eyed even nostrils must be full.

Pleasant good weather.

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After all, I decided to help him anyway.

If he is slaughtered by that ghoul, no one will come to me to talk nonsense in the future, and it will be strange and lonely to think about it.

The night was quiet, and I carried my gun on my back and walked slowly on the deserted road. The wires, which were darker than the night, were like slender poisonous snakes, around the pillars, and along the street lamps into the depths of darkness.

Unless necessary, I usually choose to walk instead of flying around like a normal ghost. It's a lot slower, but I prefer the feeling of being on the ground.

However, this road is really long enough, and after walking for so long, why can't there be no end in sight.

I don't think it's that far away, am I mistaken?

"Smack!"

A crisp slap landed on my shoulder.

"Who?"

It was a lot of redundancy to ask, because by the time I said it, the gun behind my back was already firmly in my hand, and the deadly muzzle was pressed against the head of the man who slapped me on the shoulder.

A brain that poked out of the wall······

"Hey, old man, are you not?" One-eyed put on a gesture of surrender, for fear that I would kill him if I missed the gun.

As a "hunter", my bullets can't kill the living, but they can easily kill youkai and demons.

"Next time I'll pull the trigger before questioning, I promise." I withdrew my gun and asked, "Didn't you go first?" How to be here. ”

"You're embarrassed to say it." One-eyed came out of the wall and patted the dust on his body: "I've been waiting for you for a long time, and I thought you were dead outside, by the way, who was the person who just talked to you, is it also a hunter?" What's the mix? ”

"Talk?" I heard it in a fog: "Who? ”

"Just now, that man." One-eyed pointed in the direction I came from: "It's up to you to talk from afar, standing here and talking for a long time." ”

"Standing here? I've been walking and haven't heard of it! I retorted.

Why did he see it completely different from what I remembered? I was lost in thought for a moment.

There are only two possibilities, either he has something wrong with his eyes or something wrong with my brain.

I believe in my own brain.

"Forget it, it's not a big deal, let's go." It didn't help to think too much, so I put the gun back behind my back and walked forward with One-Eye.

The target is in a rather high-end hotel, this person has a head and a face, and there are not a few little brothers who follow him. This made One-Eye very embarrassed. One of the hunter's principles is not to attract too much attention when performing a mission.

Assassination has never been one-eyed's strong point, not to mention that this ghoul is a hot potato, and it is said that six hunters have already planted it in his hands.

One-Eye didn't want to be the seventh, so One-Eye found me.

The scheme I gave was simple: find a suitable sniper point, aim, hold your breath, pull the trigger, as always. When it was done, One-Eye slipped in to confirm the death and get the ghoul certificate, and then he took the certificate to collect the reward, and I continued back to the rooftop to bask in the sun.

According to the plan, One-Eye has crept in. I walked around the hotel twice, sat and looked to the right, and finally chose a tube building half a street away from the hotel.

While it's okay to shoot in the air with a cool fly, I prefer this traditional sniping method unless the situation forces me.

Personal habits.

The roof is not particularly high, but it provides a very comfortable angle of depression for observation and shooting. I slowly set my gun on the protective wall at the edge of the rooftop like a work of art, my right index finger gently stroking the trigger, and when everything was ready, I took a deep breath and brought my eyes to the sight.

The heavy curtains obscured most of the vision, leaving only a thumb-thin slit in the middle, through which a fat body could be vaguely seen pressing against a woman.

For a seasoned sniper, such a narrow slit is enough.

I just had to wait for an opportunity, a moment to connect the muzzle, the window slit, and his head perfectly, and then gently pull the trigger in my hand.

Now is the time!

"Wait."

A deep voice came out of the back.

These two short words are like the whispers of death to me.

Someone was behind me, and I, a hunter specializing in hunting targets, didn't even notice. No matter who this person is, if he wants to take my life, I will most likely die quietly without even having a chance to resist.

Yes, I am a hunter, but in this second I am the prey.

"Before I blast your head, give your name." This cold warning is my return to the uninvited guest behind me.

I didn't turn around, but concentrated all my attention on every tiny movement of the man behind me, and as soon as I smelled the slightest smell of danger, I would turn around and shoot him in the shortest possible time.

It only takes a second to decide the winner, but the confrontation before the duel often seems long.

There was a brief silence.

"Seven souls, black." A deep voice.

"Seven Souls?" I was shocked, and when I looked back, the moonlight reflected a tall silhouette, and the man was wrapped tightly in a long black trench coat.

"You are the captain of the Seven Souls, Black?" I put away my gun, but my guard didn't drop in the slightest.

After all, after so many years as a "hunter", I have heard of the name of "Seven Souls". The "Seven Souls" are an independent elite squad that secretly carries out special missions sent directly by the top. I heard that this team has existed since the Northern Song Dynasty, and later generations have changed, and each generation is composed of seven people, so the name of the Seven Souls has been used until now.

Although it is just empty words, I don't intend to question his identity, after all, there are really not many people in this world who can stand quietly behind me.

If it's the Seven Souls, or the Black Clothes, then it's naturally a different matter.

"Yo, look at the shape, is this little brother the legendary old man who loves to bask in the sun - the white hunter?" It was a frivolous voice that spoke. As soon as the words fell, I felt a gust of wind passing by, and when I came back to my senses, a man with a sharp beak and monkey cheeks was squatting in the other corner of the rooftop.

What a speed!

"Tsk, I thought he was really an old man." The sharp-mouthed man looked at me with interest, and suddenly laughed again: "Rude and rude, my seven souls, thunder." ”

"How's the Iron Man doing?" The black man asked in a low voice.

"He's catching up with the ghost hand here, and the others are on the way." Lei rubbed his nose: "They seem to have a clue over there, it's not easy to check, but there must be a problem with this G Group, do you want to deal with it together?" ”

What is Group G? I thought to myself, this name seems familiar.

"There's no hurry." The black clothes waved their hands: "What about the seventh?" ”

"The same old way." Ray looked helpless.

The man in black didn't answer, paused for a moment, then turned to me and said, "White hunter, it's still useful to keep this prey." ”

The captain of the Seven Souls spoke, even if I want to forcibly take down this prey, I am afraid that I will have more than enough strength and not enough strength, just the two in front of me, I have to go all out to stand up at will, not to mention that there are seven Seven Souls who are really active.

In short, this is ironclad.

"What's the use?" I asked casually.

"Secret."

"Tsk, whatever you want." This black coat is really cool. I put the gun back on my back. Hands on the back of the head: "By the way, there is another hunter who has already entered." ”

I pointed to the hotel, presumably one-eyed was hiding in a corner somewhere, waiting for my whistling bullets.

"Don't worry, Lin has already sneaked in." Ray laughed: "I guess your blindfold friend has already been taken out." Speaking of which, Lin is a little bad at communicating, but it's all for the task, but your friend may have to be a little wronged, hahahaha. ”

"Boom!"

A loud bang suddenly exploded in the hotel. Lei's exaggerated smile was still frozen on his face, and he looked at the great changes in front of him in a daze.

Screams, noises. One after another, people escaped from the hotel.

"What's going on?" There was a hint of anger in the black-clothed voice.

"I don't know, it's definitely not the fifth child who made such a big move." After Lei finished speaking, he stared at me subconsciously.

I knew what he wanted to ask.

I also wanted to ask.