There will always be such a person in the world who is worthy of your life.

Without you, there would be no world.

The southern star field of the Milky Way.

The Black Dragon Empire is the strongest kingdom in the southern star field of the galaxy, ruling nearly tens of thousands of planets in the southern star field for tens of millions of years.

Baiyang Star is a dispensable small planet in the Black Dragon Empire, with a volume of one-tenth the size of the Earth, and a pitiful population, with a population of only 15 million. Most of the inhabitants of the planet are indigenous to this area, and there are also some immigrants from neighboring planets.

There are more than 20 countries large and small on the White Sun Star, among which the most powerful is the Piruman Kingdom, which is located in the middle of the White Sun Star and has a population of about 5 million.

The sun was about to set, the red balls hung in the sky, and the sunset was purple, one after the other, one after another, dreamy.

A middle-aged man about 40 years old, with a furrowed brow and a smile in his eyes, had just walked out of the shopping mall, his hands full of purchased goods, and he was walking home. The man is more than two meters tall, burly, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a dignified appearance, and a righteous face.

The middle-aged man's name is Jim Mark, he is hardworking and willing in the eyes of his boss, he is enthusiastic and kind in the eyes of his colleagues, and he is a good father. But these are just the surface, if you know his true identity, you will definitely be frightened.

Jim Mark used to be the number one gold medal killer in the Piruman Kingdom, nicknamed the Black Snake, who killed one person in ten steps and did not stay for a thousand miles. When it comes to the name of the black snake, it can be said that no one knows it, no one knows it, and no one is afraid of it.

However, for the sake of his beloved woman, and for the sake of his soon-to-be-born son, Jim Mark washed his hands a year ago and lived in seclusion in Loma City on the White Sun Star with his wife, living an ordinary life.

"Wife, I'm back." Jim Mark returned home, opened the door and shouted.

"Shhhh Your baby has just been asleep. A young woman whispered as she stood by the crib. The young woman seemed to be only ten years old, and her appearance was indeed extremely beautiful, with a slender figure, big eyes, skin like snow, and long golden hair draped vertically over her shoulders like a waterfall, like a princess in a fairy tale, and the young woman was none other than Jim Mark's wife, Tori.

"Let me see my precious son." Jim Mark put down his belongings and tiptoed over to the crib.

A cute baby boy who is only 5 months old sleeps quietly in the crib, chubby and very cute.

"Little one, you slept so soundly." Jim Mark looked at the baby boy with a happy expression.

"Look at his nose, how much it looks like you."

"Haha, of course, he's my son." Jim Mark smiled heartily.

"Be quiet." Tori said with a frown.

"Oh!" Jim Mark hurriedly covered his mouth with his hand.

"Are you tired from work today?" Tori asked softly as she snuggled up on Jim Mark's shoulder.

"The owner is very nice and knows that I have to take care of you and let me go home early." Jim Mark said as he gently stroked his wife's hair.

"Good people will be rewarded."

"Are you hungry? I'll cook for you. Jim Mark said and kissed his wife on the forehead, tiptoed to the door, and gently picked up his things and walked into the kitchen.

Rumble!

At this time, I heard a loud bang, and the door of Jim Mack's house was slammed open.

Years of experience as a killer have allowed Jim Mark to develop the ability to respond quickly to emergencies at any time, and Jim Mark picked up two kitchen knives and threw them at the door.

I saw a plump red-haired woman standing outside the door, holding the kitchen knives on both sides that Jim Mark had just thrown with one hand, and carrying a black leather bag in one hand.

"Haha, I didn't expect you to be so agile." The red-haired woman said with a smile.

"Red Snake!" Jim Mark was stunned at first when he saw the red-haired woman, and blurted out.

"Looks like you remember me."

"Aren't you put to death?"

"Yes, on the surface I am dead, but I am still alive because of you."

The red-haired woman, nicknamed Red Snake, was originally the third biggest killer in the Piruman Kingdom and a friend of Jim Mark. However, half a year ago, Red Snake was caught in an assassination attempt and publicly executed, and Jim Mark was still sad for a long time.

"What are you doing here?" Jim Mark asked, confused.

"When an old friend came, he didn't invite me in to sit down?"

Red Snake didn't wait for Jim Mark to speak, dropped the kitchen knife in his hand, and walked into the room.

"Red Snake, aren't you dead?" At this time, Tori walked up to Jim Mark with the baby boy in her arms, and was surprised to see the red snake.

"Princess Toli, I haven't seen you for a long time, you are still so beautiful, I really envy you." Red Snake said with an indifferent smile.

"Yo, this is your child, it's so cute, come and let me hug it." Red Snake saw the baby boy in Tori's arms reach out.

"Red Snake, I'm not a killer anymore, what are you still looking for me for?" Seeing this, Jimmark stepped forward and stood in front of the Red Snake.

"I'm not here for you, I'm here for Princess Tori." The red snake took two steps back, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly.

Jim Mark didn't know the meaning of Red Snake's words, and gave Tori a puzzled look.

"I won't go back with you to see my father, I have broken away from him as father and daughter." Tori said with a stern face.

"You were so cruel to your father, it's a pity that you will never see him again." As he spoke, the red snake opened the pouch and took out a black object and threw it on the ground.

"Ahh Father. Tori exclaimed when she saw that the black object was her father's head, dizzy and almost fainted.

"Red Snake, I'll kill you." Jim Mark saw the human head on the ground, his eyes widened, his muscles bulged, and he roared and punched the red snake.

Red Snake smiled slyly, tossed the bag at Jim Mark, and walked out of the room quickly.

Jimmark dodged the leather bag sideways, and was about to chase out, when a man in black suddenly flashed out and stabbed Jimmark in the face with a sword in one hand.

"Smack".

Jim Mark reacted quickly, raised his hands to grip the blade of his sword, and stepped back.

"Mark, your opponent today is me." The man in black drew his sword back, looked at Jim Mark coldly, and said.

"Ninos!" Jim Mark recognizes the Man in Black.

"Old friend, we're meeting again." The man in black said expressionlessly.

The Man in Black, named Ninos, is the commander of the guards in Piruman's palace, a longtime rival to Jimmark, and the only one who can tie with Jimdok.

"You killed the king?" Jim Mark was surprised to see Ninos appear.

"You're still worried about yourself." Ninos spoke, swinging his sword and stabbing at Jim Mark again.

"Tori, take Ryker away!" Jim Mark shouted as he stepped back quickly, picking up a dinner knife and striking Ninos at the same time.

Tori also sensed that something was serious, and ran away from the window with the baby boy in her arms.

This is a building more than 100 meters high, I saw Tori jump out of the room 50 meters away, and after landing, it was unharmed, but her feet smashed the stone pavement.

At this time, more than 300 heavily armed palace guards were guarding the perimeter of the building.

"Catch her." The leader of the guards shouted loudly when he saw Torrey.

Seeing the guards, Torrey stood up and fled, a large group of guards chasing after them, and pedestrians in the street took refuge when they saw this.

On the downtown streets of Loma City, a middle-aged man in a dark green cloak sits on the side of the road, his square face, full of silver hair, thick and neat eyebrows, a pair of sparkling eyes, holding a sketchpad in his hand, and is painting a portrait of a little boy. The middle-aged man is a famous painter, and he has just arrived in Loma City, and for some reason, this painter has been painting for free.

"Children, don't move, it'll be fine right away." The work is almost half done, the painter said to the boy with a smile.

"Stop, get out of the way, get out of the way." At this time, a loud shouting could be heard in the distance.

The boy turned his head to see a woman holding a baby in her arms and running towards him, the boy's eyes widened and he didn't know what to do.

The woman leaps over the boy's head and continues to run.

More than 300 guards then ran, seemingly completely oblivious to the boy sitting in front of him, who was presumably stunned and sat motionless.

The guards were about to rush in front of the boy, when a figure flashed, picked up the boy and quickly dodged.

Bang dang!

The painter's sketchpad was kicked to the ground by the guards and shattered.

After the group of guards had run away, the boy turned his head to look at the person holding him was the painter just now, and showed a confused expression.

A squirrel sprang out of the painter's arms and ran onto the painter's shoulder.

The boy smiled at the sight of the squirrel.

The painter took a walnut out of his pocket and handed it to the squirrel, then let the boy on the ground.

"Don't run around, wait for your mom to come back to you." The painter patted the boy lightly on the top of his head.

"His grandmother's dared to step on my work." The painter looked at the back of the guards, and his face became gloomy.

With a "bang", the painter disappeared in front of the boy.

The next moment, the painter had already appeared in front of the guards.

When the pedestrians on the street saw that the guards were arresting people, they were afraid that they would be affected, so they had already taken refuge on both sides of the street, and the street, which had been very lively just now, suddenly became empty.

Only the painter stood alone in the middle of the street, and the squirrel stood on his shoulder, nibbling on walnuts and eating deliciously.

"Doesn't that person want to live anymore?"

"He's a madman."

"Isn't that a street performer?"

The people on the street saw the strange behavior of the painter, pointed and whispered.

Tori saw a person standing in front of her, and her expression became nervous, although her own fighting ability was also very strong, but she still held her child in her arms, and there was no way to fight.

But when I looked closely, the man turned out to be a street painter, and Tori recognized him.

The painter looked at Tori with a smile and raised his hand to signal her to keep running.

Tori didn't know why the painter was standing alone in the middle of the street, and she didn't have time to think about it so much.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Suddenly, three gunshots rang out.

I saw that Tori was shot in the thigh and fell to the ground, and the baby boy in her arms also fell to the ground, which happened to fall at the feet of the painter.

"Please, run with my child, please." Tori propped her body with her hands and shouted at the painter with tears in her eyes.

At this time, the guards chased after Tori, and two soldiers stepped forward to set her up.

Torrey struggled hard, was shot in the back of the head with the butt of a gun, and fell unconscious.

"Chief, what about the baby?" A soldier said to the leader of the guards.

"Killed." The leader of the guards said with a blank face.

"But it's just a baby." When the soldier heard this, he couldn't bear it and wanted the leader to spare the baby.

Bang!

The leader of the guard quickly pulled out the pistol at his waist and struck the soldier in the eyebrow, and the soldier fell to the ground.

"Too much nonsense." The leader of the guards said coldly.

Seeing this, the painter's eyes narrowed, his pupils shrank, and he attached himself to pick up the baby boy.

After the leader of the guard killed the soldier, he pointed his gun at the baby boy, but found the baby in the painter's arms, and to his greatest annoyance, the painter was staring at him intently.

The leader of the guards looked disdainful.

He slowly raised the gun and aimed it at the painter.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Three shots were fired in succession, two of which hit the painter's eyebrows and one shot at the baby's head.

The leader of the guards was a sharpshooter with all sorts of shots, and no one could escape his fire at such a close distance. After three shots, he turned and put the gun back into his holster and walked back to the group, ready to escort Torrey back.

"What's wrong with you?" The leader of the guard looked behind him as if he were in a daze when he saw the soldiers.

"General!" A soldier said with a gesture pointing behind the leader of the guards.

"What's wrong?" The leader of the guards was puzzled, and turned to look at him in confusion.

I saw that the painter on the opposite side was still standing in place, and what was even stranger was that he did not have any gunshot wounds on his body.

"Holy." The leader of the guards felt embarrassed, and in front of so many soldiers, he actually missed his hand, and quickly took out his gun and pointed it at the painter, "Bang!" Syllable! Syllable! Syllable! "I lost all the bullets in the gun.

But something even more miraculous happened, the painter stood still, and the bullet clearly hit him, but it seemed to pass directly through his body, leaving no trace.

"What the hell?" The leader of the guards, the second monk, was confused.

"Let that woman go, spare you from death." The painter said coldly.

"Haha, it turned out to be a psychopath." The leader of the guard laughed.

"But you must die." The painter raised his hand and pointed to the leader of the guards.

"Haha, it's really a psychopath." The leader of the guard laughed even louder.

I saw a red light from the tip of the paintbrush, and a red ray of light shot out, heading straight for the eyebrows of the leader of the guards.

Suddenly, one of the soldiers in the guard disappeared in an instant, and the next moment appeared in front of the leader of the guard, and the soldier stretched out his palm to block the light.

"This matter has nothing to do with you, I advise you not to interfere." The soldier lowered his hand and looked at the painter with a grim face.

"I've seen the token in your hand." The painter saw a black round token in the soldier's palm, and also put down the paintbrush and said quietly.

"Knowing too much won't do you any good."

"Hey, who are you to stand in my way." The leader of the guard saw a soldier suddenly running in front of him, which was the greatest insult to him, and shouted with a hard push on the soldier in front of him.

The soldier spun around and threw a punch into the head of the guard leader.

"Ahh

The other soldiers were startled by this and stepped back one after another, looking at each other.

"What do the agents of the Black Dragon Empire want to do when they come to this little White Yang Star?" The death of the leader of the Guard did not move the painter in the slightest.

"The Hunter doesn't want to catch wanted criminals, and he still has the leisure to paint here?" The soldier turned around, licked the blood from his fist with his tongue, and said with a smile.

"You're in too much control."

"Give me that baby." The soldier walked over to the painter and said coldly.

"This child is mine."

"You want to go against the Black Dragon Empire?"

"Of course not, but you can't represent the Black Dragon Empire."

"I haven't killed a trapper yet, you can be the first."

"You can try."

The two were only 3 meters apart, their eyes facing each other, and the air was filled with a thick murderous aura.

Quiet!

It's terrible to be quiet!

You can even hear each other's heartbeats.

The people on both sides of the street held their breath, whether it was the agents of the Black Dragon Empire or the trappers, they were all god-like beings to them.

"Rose, come back, leave that baby alone." The silence was broken by a girl's voice.

The painter looked for a voice and saw a woman in a red dress with short black hair sitting on the roof of a shop next to the street, shouting in the direction of the two of them.

The soldier turned his head when he heard the voice, then slowly turned his head back, smiled strangely at the corner of his mouth, and turned to leave.