In the dark night, there is a faint sound of the wind.

This is a small hillside on the outskirts of Jianghai City, surrounded by sparse woods, and there is an old stone pillar on the hillside, and now a little boy sits beside this stone pillar, doing a dull and monotonous exercise with his hands.

Sitting cross-legged like an old monk, the ten fingers danced, constantly forming Buddhist mudras, in the kind of extremely quiet and extremely dynamic changes, exercising the sensitive surname of the fingers.

The Buddhist mudra encompasses all the movements that a human hand can make, and in this silence, he felt the sound of his fingers rubbing against the air, and he didn't know how long it took before he stopped, opened his eyes, and exhaled a breath.

There is no starlight in the night sky, and the light of the city is only peaceful in a long way, which is the time when people sleep heaviestly. However, in his eyes, the outline of the surrounding grass and mountains and forests was still visible, and the sound of the wind rubbing against the earth became clear, which was definitely a dream for a killer.

With a dustless body, the right direction, and a clear mind, in just over three years, he may have a more ideal state than he was in his heyday, and it may be quite ironic that he can become a more terrible killer when he does not have the shackles of a killer.

**'s strength is naturally not as good as his adult self, but in terms of killing, as a child, he can lower everyone's sense of defense, and the killer consciousness of guarding against others at any time may have decreased, but the sensitivity of this body is more ideal than before. But......

"It's really a monotonous and boring life......"

Smiling helplessly, he muttered.

The child's world, for an adult's mentality, most of the time is still very boring, even though the heart has determined the important surnames of Lingjing and Huaisha, the two friends of themselves, but sometimes their slightly naïve proposals and decisions, really make themselves smile bitterly, but he has been accustomed to playing the weak role of people, and he is subconsciously unwilling to sweep their interest, forcing himself to be like a child, hoping to grow up quickly The desire is getting thicker and thicker in his heart.

Perhaps, only this childish wish is what I have in common with children.

Now, the only thing that can keep me interested in it is the breath of freedom and the persistent killer practice every day.

Obviously, he has been breaking free from the shackles of the killer, and when he can really control everything about himself, he finds that habit has become natural, and he can only repeat the exercise of becoming a killer, of course, he doesn't think that this power can only be used to kill people, and to live freely in this world, such power is needed many times. Other than that......

Freedom......

Breathing in the air around him, there was only this uninhibited feeling that never made him feel even the slightest bit bored. Although being in a daze all day long can make others feel stupid.

But what should we do in the future? Shasha said that being a doctor seems good, but a killer is a doctor...... Isn't he becoming a Lamb Doctor?

Skillfully assembling a bunch of parts into a gun in the dark, he chuckled slightly at the thought, in fact, when he was a killer, he was a restless killer, and after being a normal person, he was really an ordinary person who was too easily satisfied.

When the pistol was assembled, dismantled, and reassembled, there was a commotion but the wind came, and it was...... Gunshot......

Assembling the pistol quickly in a matter of seconds, he closed his eyes and listened to the wind.

About a mile away, in the woods, a group of men, armed with pistols and light machine guns, were ...... Hunted down......

He opened his eyes suddenly. Although Jianghai City is currently developing and in some respects is rather chaotic, China's gun control has always been strict, and these people are able to have submachine guns, but they are still desperately trying to escape. And I couldn't hear any clues when I was tracking behind, it was obviously just a pistol with a silencer...... Are there any mercenary masters here?

The direction in which these people fled was coming towards their side, the distance was not too far, and it was not impossible for them to bump into themselves, so do you need to avoid it?

After a moment's thought, he unscrewed the silencer on the muzzle.

Coming out to exercise is a predetermined plan, and it would be boring to have to avoid these irrelevant people for one reason or another if you did it all over again.

Leaning silently against the stone pillar, he melted into the darkness.

The sound of submachine guns continued to decrease in the woods, and it was obvious that there were fewer and fewer people being pursued, and it was not long before Jia Ming judged that there was only one person chasing them after them.

Now that's interesting.

Holding a pistol to chase a group of people behind, you can do it with your own ability, but whether from the perspective of a killer or a mercenary, this is too flamboyant behavior, but in the dark world, such madmen are not a few.

Soon after, the people who were chased and killed really rushed out of the forest, and to Jiaming's surprise, the language spoken by these people was actually English.

“go!go……*you——”

There were a total of four people who escaped from the woods, but in front of them were two women, one big and one small, the larger woman had blonde hair, and it was also very conspicuous in the night, it seemed that it was a mother and daughter. The two men with guns in the back were supposed to be their bodyguards, and one of the men screamed, stopped, and began a frantic shooting into the woods.

In Jia Ming's eyes, this guy is purely brain-dead, he has run outside the woods, although it is very dark, but if you look closely, you can always see the outline, and you can't see anything clearly in the woods.

Sure enough, the submachine gun was shot in the tongue of fire for only two seconds, and a bullet hit him in the forehead, and another bodyguard was killed by a headshot two seconds later, and then a man in black followed him out of the woods like a ghost.

The man raised his gun, "poof", the bullet sank into the grass in front of the blonde woman, her next step was about to step there, seeing the grass slope burst, a low cry, the body had lost balance, and fell heavily on the ground, the little girl ran two steps, immediately turned back, crying and shouting: "Mommy! Mommy! ”

"Run!run!" The blonde woman pushed the little girl away, and struggled to get up, but she heard two "poof" and "poof" sounds, and the bullet hit the grass between her legs, which made her scream, and she didn't seem to have the courage to get up again.

"Hehe, run, keep running......" The man with the gun let out a gloomy laugh, but what he said was Chinese, the little girl saw that her mother could not escape, and she cried for a while and refused to go, and the blonde woman struggled to crawl back, and when she looked to the side, she was suddenly stunned.

In the darkness, under the broken stone pillar, the silhouette of a human figure faintly appeared.

The bodyguards who followed her are completely dead, who is this person? Sitting here motionless, is it a dead man or a man all the way with the killer......

A sense of fear suddenly rose in his heart, but this scene also fell into the eyes of the killer, and when he turned his head to look, he suddenly found a ghost-like figure sitting at the stone pillar.

For veteran killers who have experienced countless lives and deaths, where there are enemies, where there is danger, and what the surrounding environment is, even if you don't need to look at it, you can often feel it in your heart. However, the figure in front of him seemed to him to suddenly appear here, and he had just walked out of the forest and swept around at a glance, but he didn't have any bottom in his heart.

A human body without a sense of danger should be a dead person, but how does a dead person escape his sight? Before he had time to think about it, he turned the muzzle of the gun suddenly, and was about to pull the trigger at the moment when a little spark flashed in front of him.

With a "poof", just like the bodyguards he had just killed, the bullet went into his eyebrows, and a large blood flower pierced the back of his head.

His life stopped at the moment when the spark shone.

"I hate it when someone puts a gun at me......"

The voice of a child who belongs to the diacritic period sounded faintly in the night.

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