Late at night, Anthony waited at the corner of the street, staring at the door of a luxurious bungalow next to the street, he had been waiting in this position many times, he had long been used to it. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It's not so much that he's used to waiting, but he's used to being alone, he's used to being alone.

By his side, there was only a sharp blade by his side, and whoever he saw would be shocked when he saw the delicate knife that had accompanied him for countless years.

No matter who it is......

This position is not secretive, but Anthony is used to a place and is unwilling to change, or rather, he is unwilling to contact unfamiliar things again.

He didn't know what the work he was doing really represented, whether it was to atone for people's sins or to create sin, all of which did not exist in Anthony's eyes, he only knew that it was work, whether he liked it or not, whether he wanted it or not, work was work.

Therefore, he does not need to have friends who disagree with him, so he only has a knife by his side and a portable wine bottle by his side.

The bottle was filled with liquid, like a musical instrument, emitting beautiful notes, and it composed a beautiful music that only he could hear.

He doesn't drink much, and he doesn't like alcohol, but he never leaves the bottle, and there is wine in the bottle all the time, but he never drinks it at work.

The presence of alcohol, for him, is just to numb his nerves and brain after work.

At this moment, the door of the bungalow opened, the lights of the house shone out, and a charming woman walked out.

The woman seemed a little timid, although Anthony couldn't see the expression on the woman's face, but the woman's one-step look-up and three-step turn back had already revealed the woman's psychological state.

Unfortunately, no matter how careful she was, it was in vain, and Anthony stopped the hand that was shaking in his ear, put the bottle back in his pocket, and pulled out a knife.

Whoever sees it will be stunned, just because the people who have seen it have only enough time left to be stunned, and the people who have been stunned are no longer there.

"That's it." The man watched Anthony at work next to him, and then, with a gentle smile, said in a cold tone that did not match his gentle smile.

Anthony glanced back at the man and left silently.

Walking alone on the empty street in the middle of the night, he took out a wine bottle and poured it with his head up.

He will get drunk, and he will make himself drunk, so he will let himself drink, indulge himself to drink, just to make himself drunk, just as he does not like to kill, but, in order to live, so he must kill.

He doesn't have to set any conditions or rules for himself, because he only kills for money, and he doesn't need to pay attention to the client's grievances and grievances with others, as long as he has money, he will do his best to kill according to the client's wishes.

Anthony is just a killer, no matter how many reasons, no matter how flashy the excuses, this is the truth, a fact that there is no need to hide it.

In Anthony's eyes, the self at work is not a life at all, just a tool, just a tool to use according to the wishes of others. A tool, of course, does not need to understand the meaning of life.

He has killed countless people, and countless people have had the luxury of surviving, but they have not survived. No one deserves to die, but this world is a world of the jungle, and the strong can easily take the lives of others as long as they make up a reason, so instead of listening to some boring reasons, Anthony chooses not to listen to it, and only measures it by money.

Because, the most despicable reason is these so-called strong themselves.

After half a bottle of wine, Anthony finally regained some of the feeling that he was still alive, and Anthony shed two lines of tears.

Each time, it was only after the murder that Anthony was able to regain some of the feeling that he was a life, not because of the killing, but because of the sentimental drunkenness.

Half-asleep, Anthony could dimly feel his heart beating, feel himself thinking.

He really wants to forget everything so that he can live it, but unfortunately, time cannot be reversed, what has happened, no matter how hard you try, it has indeed happened, and it will not change.

The unintentional act of that day created today's killing tools, life is indeed ridiculous, but what drives Anthony's life is fate? Or people?

Anthony shook his head desperately at the thought of this, he had to remind himself to abandon this thought, he did not have the power to judge others, and he did not want to bring this personal emotion to work.

It wasn't so much that he didn't want it, but that he was afraid, afraid that such thoughts would lead him into the abyss, and that even what little reason he had left would be eroded.

The wine bottle was empty unconsciously, Anthony, who was already drunk, decided to give up any thoughts of thinking, no longer holding on, he wanted to have a good rest, staggering, he took the wine bottle to his ear and shook it, who expected that he didn't step on a steady step, and fell heavily to the ground, but he was already tired and no longer had the strength to get up and walk down.

No one knows who this man who is lying in the street, sleeping like a child......