Simple pain relief is a piece of cake for Zhang He.

Zhang He had to admit that the endurance of this killer had indeed reached an astonishing level. His internal organs, ribs, and limbs were all severely damaged, but except for the initial destruction of his dantian, he snorted in a suffrage, he never hummed again, even though his face was pale in pain, and his whole body was in cold sweat.

Cow man! Zhang He couldn't help but let out a silent sigh. After helping him fix the broken bones and help him stop the bleeding from his internal organs, Zhang He, who didn't feel any emotional fluctuations from him, finally put his mind at ease.

It seems that what this guy said is true, the killers who are ranked to his status in the world are all promises. Zhang He decided to change his strategy, first cheering for family life, familiarizing themselves with each other, and then saying, "Handsome guy, is it inconvenient for Fang to reveal his surname?" Zhang He asked with a smile.

"You better call me you, me, and him." The killer said calmly.

"Are you you, or me, or him?"

"Both."

"So, your name is actually used to bluff people?" Zhang He asked curiously.

"Codename only." The killer's expression was still calm, "If the world thinks so, I can't help it, right?" ”

That's right, Zhang He nodded in agreement. In fact, this is also the case, but all mysterious things will be given various titles that do not exist in people's infinite reverie. Just like you, me and him, it's obviously just one person, but because it's so powerful, many people imagine him as a super group.

Zhang He is a little strange, how could a killer of this level miss with one shot? Outside the café, he obviously has enough time to aim and shoot? Unless he deliberately missed it. "One more question." Zhang He said politely.

"Say it."

"You missed that shot on purpose, right?"

"Not bad." The killer's expression was still calm, "The reason why that shot was a few millimeters higher was because the client asked me not to shoot you directly, but to shoot you in front of you." In addition to that, there is another reason, and that is that I don't like to kill people with guns. Otherwise, the assassination of Reagan would not have failed. ”

I'll go, this thing is sick in the brain, right? How simple is it to be able to extinguish it with one shot from afar? Do you have to run to kill people in close quarters?

The killer saw Zhang He's curiosity, smiled slightly, and said, "Don't you think it's unaccomplished to kill people with a gun?" When you kill people in close quarters, the blood blooms like fireworks, falls on your hands, splashes on your face, and that warm feeling is wonderful, isn't it? ”

Nima, this thing is crazy.

Looking at you and me, he smiled with a somewhat self-absorbed expression, Zhang He couldn't help but think of the perverted murderer Buffalo Bill in "The Silence of the Lambs" and the pervert in "Mutant Daredevil", this thing doesn't also have this kind of habit of collecting human organs, right? Although he just thought about it, Zhang He still had goosebumps all over his body uncontrollably.

"Then why do you have nothing to do and shoot a shot?" Zhang He couldn't help but ask curiously.

"How boring is it to kill people silently? Fire a shot first, tell the opponent that I'm going to kill him, and let him mobilize all his strength to protect himself, which is difficult, interesting, and fulfilling. The killer said with a flat expression.

Nima, this guy is either sick, he is directly a dead brain. Zhang He shook his head speechlessly, and asked curiously again, "That, how many people have you killed in total?" ”

"I don't remember, maybe a little over two hundred." The killer pondered for a moment, seemingly counting the numbers, but ultimately did not give an accurate answer.

In fact, Zhang He really wanted to slaughter this bastard who didn't take human life seriously at all, but when he thought of the deal of two lives for two lives, he still suppressed his impulse. Anyway, this guy is also a master who is worth 100 million RMB at a time, even if his brother really has no one to kill, he can also let him assassinate those people he can't kill at all, such as Long Ao, Eagle King or something. As long as he fails, my brother will be able to get 300 million RMB for nothing, what a good thing!

300 million! Zhang He was excited when he thought about it. The biggest thing is to find the cooperation of Long Ao and Eagle King Shenma, and each share 150 million, which is enough to work for many years, isn't it?

Without asking, the killer didn't speak, just like a piece of wood, lying there expressionless. Zhang He felt that he couldn't be cold. So, he asked without words, "What do you usually like to do?" ”

"Sleep."

"What else?"

"Nope."

Zhang He was speechless again, "Then why are you killing so many people?" You should have made enough money to sleep in the best hotel for the rest of your life, right? ”

"All the money for the murder was donated." The killer groaned for a moment, then said, "I don't sleep in hotels, I usually sleep in the jungle. ”

Holy, Rogue Rogue! No, it's a chivalrous killer. sighed and sighed, Zhang He still felt that this guy had a brain disease, and he was not lightly ill. You are not Guanyin Bodhisattva who saves suffering, nor is you Jesus who loves the world, why do you run to donate money so desperately and kill people to make money?

Could it be that you were also an official before? After decades of serving the people wholeheartedly, I am a servant of the people, I told too many lies, my conscience was condemned, and then I repented and decided to fulfill my promises, so I ran to make money desperately, in order to donate more, and even to the point of sleeping in the woods?

Zhang He didn't know much about chatting, and in the face of this wood who always had nothing to say, Zhang He also felt very difficult, but he had to continue to find a topic, "That, are you married?" ”

"Nope."

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"Nope."

"Parents always have them, right?"

"Dead."

The killer was like jumping on beans, word by word, so that Zhang He had nothing to say again, and had to stop again to brew the topic, "Why are you a killer?" ”

"Hobbies."

My day, do this? A hobby is actually killing? Zhang He rolled his eyes and asked again, "What is the main business then?" ”

"Sleep."

"Sleep? You can't sleep for days, can you? Zhang He asked speechlessly.

"If it's okay, five days should be fine."

My day, do you think you are Su Qi'er in the martial arts, practicing the Arhat Gong of Sleep? Just when Zhang He was speechless, the killer finally spoke for the first time, "How did you find me?" ”

This sentence is very problematic. Nima, everyone saw you lying on the hospital bed, do you still need me to find out? Of course, Zhang He knew what he meant, "When I entered the door, a faint murderous aura flashed on you. ”

"So, your perception is super strong?" The killer asked thoughtfully.

"Even if I'm asleep, I can detect an ant crawling by, and I can shoot it to death without opening my eyes."

"I see, I am not unjustly defeated." The killer asked seriously, "Who do you want me to kill for you?" ”

"I haven't figured it out yet."

"Alright then, come back to me when you figure it out."

"You're leaving?"

"Where there are people, I'm not used to sleeping."

"Okay, so how do I find you?"

The killer moved his right hand, which had been broken by Min Qing, with difficulty, and took out a milky white ball similar to a pearl from his jacket pocket, "Take this, when you want to find me, just crush it." ”

This sick guy is a little golden man worth 300 million! Zhang He couldn't help but confirm, "Can this work?" ”

"I don't like to lie." The killer shook his head, "Now I'm leaving." ”

Walk? Are you able to go? A smile of disbelief appeared on Zhang He's face, and the killer didn't pay attention to Zhang He, who was full of banter, and used his arms that had been broken into several knots to prop up his body with difficulty and sit at the head of the bed.

The sharp pain from the broken arm made beads of sweat appear on his pale face. The killer gasped for breath, rested, and then moved his feet with difficulty, slowly but surely landing on the ground.

His legs, which were also broken into several knots, made him walk like a duck, swaying, and giving people the feeling that the wind was blowing down. However, under Zhang He's curious gaze, the killer's figure faded with every step, and after he leaned against the wall and staggered out ten steps, his figure disappeared completely, as if it had become oxygen and melted into the ubiquitous air.

It's a magical body technique, but after feeling it with his heart, the corners of Zhang He's mouth involuntarily floated with a faint smile.

The sick guy did not disappear, but rested against the wall by the door.

What a sick guy, but a funny one.

Zhang He smiled and shook his head, "You don't have to hide, rest here for a few days, I will come to treat you on time, by the way, no one will come to this clinic before you leave." ”

Throwing down these words, Zhang He walked out of the consultation room without looking back.