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Gently opening the door, the Vietnamese stood outside the door with a sneer on their faces: "We meet again." ”

His gaze was like two needles, like a cobra in the jungle.

I don't know why, but the moment I saw him, I was calm. I smiled faintly and whispered, "Do me a favor, don't do it here, let's change places, okay?" I don't want to disturb my wife's rest. ”

The guy seemed a little surprised by my composure, hesitated slightly, and said coldly, "Okay." ”

I breathed a sigh of relief and walked out and gently closed the door.

I was the first to go ahead, and the Vietnamese followed me like that.

He wasn't worried about me running away at all, and by this time, I couldn't run even if I wanted to.

My mind went blank, I didn't have any thoughts, not even the idea of being afraid.

We walked out of the hotel and onto a wooded area outside. I gulped in the cold, damp air of the woods, which seemed to be mixed with the scent of grass.

I turned around slowly, and suddenly smiled: "It's right here, it's a good environment here." ”

The Vietnamese looked at me as if they were thinking about something.

I smiled and said, "Do you know what this place is?" This is the martyr's cemetery in Jingbian, I didn't expect that I would die here, so didn't I also become a martyr? Ha ha. ”

He suddenly grinned, "You're funny. ”

I smiled too.

"I've killed a lot of people, but it's the first time I've encountered something as interesting as you."

I smiled wryly: "Are you complimenting me?" ”

He shook his head.

My heart suddenly moved: "Can you answer me two more questions?" ”

He frowned and asked, "What?" ”

I let out a long sigh and said in a deep voice, "It seems that I am going to die tonight, can you make me die a little more clearly?" ”

He thought for a moment and said coldly: "I've never answered other people's questions, but you're very interesting, you are an exception." ”

I stared straight at him and asked, "How did you find me?" ”

The Vietnamese hesitated for a moment and said, "Just look at the collar of your coat." ”

I took off my coat and searched the collar carefully, and sure enough, I found a metal sheet the size of half a button on the inside of the left collar.

I nodded knowingly: "Understood, miniature tracker, you took a picture when you were on the plane, this thing should have been installed at that time." I pinched the tracker in my hand, then looked up and asked, "One last question, can you tell me who is going to kill me?" I smiled bitterly: "When the king of the Netherworld Yama asks, I can also answer." ”

The Vietnamese shook his head and said coldly: "I can't answer this question, we are all one-way contacts, and we never inquire about the employer's situation." ”

I sighed, and suddenly I heard him say again, "But it was my personal idea to come to you tonight." ”

"What do you mean?"

The Vietnamese approached me step by step, their eyes were already revealing murderous aura, and they said coldly: "We have a rule, we only make a move once after receiving the money, and we will never shoot again regardless of failure or success." But you have made me fail, my credibility has been damaged, and I will only regain my dignity if I kill you. ”

I was stunned for a moment, and then burst out laughing, which seemed to have a nervous tinge in it. I pointed to his face and smiled, "You, you actually killed me to save face?" ”

The faces of the Vietnamese were gloomy and they roared: "What's so funny about this! ”

I sneered, "Aren't you killers killing people for money?" ”

The Vietnamese shook their heads: "You can earn it again when you don't have money, but if you don't have dignity, you can't get a foothold in this industry at all." ”

"Hahahaha." It was like I heard the funniest joke in the world and burst out laughing.

There was a hint of anger in his eyes: "Actually, I shouldn't have said these things to you, I just thought you were a funny person, so I told you so much." ”

I shook my head: "I'm sorry, I really feel funny, a cold-blooded killer who actually discussed dignity with me?" ”

The Vietnamese said coldly: "You have enough words. ”

I nodded slightly, and then said calmly, "Yes, you can do it." I suddenly smiled self-deprecatingly: "Please be lighter when you do it, I'm a little afraid of pain." ”

The Vietnamese smiled and took out a very thin needle from his pocket, the tip of which glistened in the cold moonlight.

"This needle has been quenched with venom, and it doesn't hurt at all when it is pierced into the body. After three minutes, your whole body will be paralyzed, you won't feel anything, you won't even be able to speak. The more you struggle, the faster the toxicity sets in. After that your heart will stop beating and your lungs will stop breathing until finally you will die of suffocation, which is a kind of euthanasia without any pain. These needles are very expensive, and I never want to use them, but I will give you special privileges except for you. The Vietnamese were speaking lightly, but there was already a strange glint in their eyes. Step by step, he pressed towards me, and I stepped back step by step.

The guy suddenly rushed in front of me. I felt a slight pain in my leg, followed by a tingling sensation. I looked down and saw that the shiny needle had been inserted into my thigh, with only a small section exposed.

The Vietnamese took a step back and looked at me with a sneer, as if they were enjoying a performance, a performance from life to death.

I glared at him and shook my head, laughed a few times, and collapsed to the ground.

The guy watched me fall, slowly walked up to me, crouched on the ground and looked at me carefully, he proudly admired the distorted expression on my face, and the horns turned up, outlining a playful expression.

I stared straight at him with round eyes, the muscles on my face had begun to stiffen, and my mouth moved one by one, as if I wanted to say something, but I could only make a "Titica" sound in my throat, and I couldn't say a single clear word.

The Vietnamese smirked, leaned up to me and whispered, "Do you already feel the feeling of death?" You're really lucky to be the first to die under a weapon like mine, which I was meant to use for those big customers. ”

My lips quivered, and my voice was more subtle and indistinct than it had been before.

The Vietnamese frowned, leaned over a little more, and sneered, "What do you want to say?" Does it feel like your tongue is numb? The muscles of the throat are not controlled, right? Rest assured, that feeling will soon pass, and when it slowly spreads throughout your body, you won't feel anything. ”

I glared at him unwillingly, my lips still squirming strongly. The guy grinned, showing a mouth full of white teeth: "What do you want to say?" Let's be clear. You're such an interesting person, I really want to hear what interesting things you said before you died? His hoarse voice was a little low, a hint of smugness, and a little vicious, like the sizzling of a viper.

My eyes widened suddenly, and I yelled with my last breath: "Die! ”

My left hand suddenly lifted, and at once I pulled out the poisonous needle from my leg, and stabbed him like lightning. The guy was taken aback, and immediately put his hands on the ground, and his body bounced back like a fish.

Still, he was a step slower.

If it had been at any other time, even if I had a knife in my hand, it would have been impossible to hurt him in such a situation.

Taking a step back, even if I could scratch him, it would be a small cut at best, and it wouldn't hurt him much at all.

But now, I am holding a poisonous needle coated with poison, which is absolutely bloody!

In this case, I don't need to hurt him too much at all, as long as I can cut his skin a little. Immediately after being stabbed in me, he fell to the ground, pretending to be paralyzed, just to get him close to me. Since he himself wanted to kill me, I think he would come over and admire what I was like before I died. It's like a cat that catches a mouse and doesn't eat it right away, but always has to play with it before eating it.

Enough, enough, just to cut through his skin a little, even if it was just a very small wound.

Sure enough, even though the guy reacted very quickly, I still had a very slight scar on his bare arm, and the scar was like a thin red line, and a few beads of blood had begun to appear on it.

The Vietnamese looked at his arm in disbelief, stunned for a moment, then suddenly turned his face to me, roared angrily, and threw himself at me! I rolled on the spot, dodging his pounce, when I suddenly felt a tightness in my neck, and he grabbed me by the collar again. Then he was put around his neck with a rope. I struggled desperately with the last of my strength, and the Vietnamese pressed my legs against my body and screamed, "Bastard, dare to plot against me!" Go to hell! ”

The rope around my neck grew tighter and tighter, and I arched my body desperately, and as I struggled hard, the two of them fell to the ground and rolled together. Both of us were scratched in countless places by branches and gravel on the ground. I struggled desperately, but my strength was no match for his, the breath in my mouth and nose was getting weaker and weaker, and my chest was stuffed as if it was about to explode. The brain was already groggy from the lack of oxygen, and the strength to struggle was getting smaller and smaller. But I can feel that the Vietnamese guy is not doing well either.

The guy cursed loudly, but he spoke Vietnamese and I didn't understand it. His strength didn't seem to be as strong as it had just been, and I could clearly hear his breathing getting heavier, and I knew that the poison in him had begun to kick in. But even if his condition was not good, the rope around his neck was very tight, and there was no sign of relaxation at all.