Jack expertly played with the pistol, a look of pleasure on his face.

Yes, this killer is called Jack.

Blonde and blue-eyed, average-looking, and tall, if it weren't for the really weird expression on his face, no one would have thought he was a killer.

Jack slowly took out a spotless handkerchief from his trouser pocket with his left hand, and wiped the Beretta 92F pistol made in Italy like caressing his own wife, his eyes reeling.

After wiping it up, Jack glanced up at the sky, his eyes reveling for three more points.

As the Mid-Autumn Festival approaches, the moon is exceptionally round, but it is obscured by dark clouds, and the sky becomes gray.

The moon is dark.

There are a few unknown trees standing in the dilapidated park, and the leaves fall with a rustling sound as the evening breeze blows.

The wind is high.

Jack loaded his pistol and walked gracefully into the park.

"God, that gentleman should forgive me, right?"

The moon is dark, the wind is high, and the night of murder is ......

Thump.

The sound of a human body falling into a pool resounded in the silent night, which was particularly harsh.

"Struggle, take chances, and burst out with the most powerful survival ** in your life. Then go to that gentleman under my bullet and report, if you're a good guy. ”

The more Jack laughed, the more his ordinary face, which was composed of ordinary facial features, became more distorted and ugly, and a strong killing intent shot out of Gu Jingbubo's eyes.

Bullets are loaded.

Open Insurance.

Install the silencer.

The series of movements is smooth and concise, without the slightest drag.

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

The bullet in the gun shot like a death charm into the pool of ripples.

Jack's eyes were frivolous, and he blew the smoke from the barrel of the gun, and his eyes were playful, "It's kind of interesting." ”

Although the moon was dark, the colors in the pool were still distinguished, and the colors of the pool were not expected to be stained red with blood.

"Mr. Weng, I think you should be able to show up."

As he said this, Jack restrained the frivolity on his face, shifted his feet sideways, and rolled to the left, avoiding the attack from behind.

Yes.

Weng Tingjun didn't jump into the pool, he picked up a big rock and threw it in, and then the whole person hid in the night, waiting for the right time to give the perverted killer a fatal blow.

After the killer stopped moving after firing the bullets in the gun in a row, he suddenly burst out like a leopard, his eyes were fierce, and he swung a wooden stick and smashed it hard at the back of the killer's head.

He exerted all the strength of his body, or rather, the strength of suckling was more appropriate.

However, he still underestimated the killer's acumen.

The attack misses.

When the killer heard the sound of the breaking wind, he was alert, or he knew his motives and was on guard, and easily dodged his attack.

Weng Tingjun didn't stop moving, and he also learned to roll the killer on the spot, but he rolled in the opposite direction of the other party in an extremely indecent posture, and he hid in the bushes again regardless of the pain.

Jack stood up, a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, stretched out his slender hand and gently dusted off his clothes, his face was as usual, and he was not at all annoyed by Weng Tingjun's teasing.

Before killing Weng Tingjun.

He had investigated Weng Tingjun's information.

Weng Tingjun is a very smart person, no, it shouldn't be said to be a person, it should be more appropriate to describe a fox.

"Mr. Weng, I think you should have a lot of questions in your heart, who am I? Who sent me? How do I know you're here? Why should I kill you? Aren't you curious? Don't you want to know at all? You have to believe in my profession, because I am professional, and this will be your burial place tonight. ”

"Idiot, you're talking too much nonsense."

The other party spoke English, and Weng Tingjun understood and understood it very clearly, so he couldn't help but scold.

However, this killer is obviously not an idiot, and his only way to escape is easily defused by this killer.

What awaits him now is perhaps death. Of course, if there are miracles.

"I don't mind the insult of a dead man to a gentleman."

"Mr. Weng, I still have 27 bullets here, do you think the power of the Beretta Model 92F pistol can penetrate your heart directly through these shelters in front of you?"

"I don't mind an idiot talking to me at all."

Weng Tingjun stimulated the killer while his mind was spinning rapidly, he was thinking about a way to escape, and at the same time, his eyes were looking around for a self-preservation object.

Jack didn't get annoyed, but the smile on the corner of his mouth became stronger, "I have a job that must be completed before I kill someone, and that is to satisfy a problem of the dead, but for your sake of 100W RMB, I think I, as a gentleman, can make an exception and give you the right to ask four questions." ”

"Oh? That's really my pleasure. "100W? Weng Tingjun even had the idea of shooting himself at this moment, when did he become so valuable? After the self-deprecation, his nerves tensed again.

"Then to answer your previous question, I also have a job that must be completed before I die, and that is to leave no regrets for myself." Weng Tingjun tried hard to gain time, and quietly retreated backwards with his prostrate body.

"Very well, killing is an art, no matter whether the target is strong or weak, we must religiously complete this art, as a gentleman, I think you should appear in front of me, what do you think?"

"Really? That's unfortunate, I'm not a gentleman, to be honest, I hate what kind of bullshit gentleman, so I cǎo you #Mom. ”

Being screamed by a dead man, Weng Tingjun was furious, he really wanted to jump up and shoot him, if he had a gun.

"Okay. You're already a dead man anyway, and God is always tolerant of the dead. Jack's eyes were murderous.

"My name is Jack, I'm from the land of romance--- France, and I don't think you need to tell me who my employer is, yes! It's Mr. Zhao Yanlun. By the time Jack finished, he had replaced the empty magazines with full ones.

"You must be wondering how I found you, right? So ......"

Bang.

Without waiting for Weng Tingjun to answer, Jack pulled the trigger directly.

The bullet that could not see the trajectory directly penetrated the shelter in front of Weng Tingjun and flew over Weng Tingjun's head, Weng Tingjun was like a cat with its tail stepped on, and the pores of his whole body subconsciously opened, and he was furious at the same time.

This dog # day shot directly?

Aren't you a gentleman #?

I'm ##Nima.

"Oh, I'm sorry, it looks like my marksmanship has regressed, where did I go?"

Bang.

Another shot.

This time, the tip of the gun was moved down five centimeters.

Rubbing Weng Tingjun's ear skin and flying, Weng Tingjun swallowed and spit, his whole body stiffened, a scorching temperature came from the root of his ear, and his heart almost jumped out.

"Was it the last time you were in Japan? I bought off the people at the Japanese airport, and here I have to praise you, you are very smart Your golden cicada shelling almost confused my vision, but the praying mantis catches the cicada and the yellow finch is behind, I still know that you arrived in South Korea, and the same method is applied to the person in charge of Incheon Airport, so I confirm that you are in Korea, but you can rest assured, no one will help you collect the body, but I will, because I am a gentleman. ”

Bang.

Bang.

Pull the trigger five times in succession, and shoot five centimeters lower than the previous one.

There was a faint muffled grunt from the other side of the bushes, a really faint snort, almost inaudible in the silent dilapidated park with only the sound of the wind and falling leaves, but Jack heard it clearly, and a triumphant smile curled into the corners of his mouth, and then he listened carefully, and there was no sound from the other side of the bushes.

"As for why I know you're in this place, I have to admit that South Korea is such a strange country, the fan force here is very strong, maybe I can kidnap a few artists to make some money, like the woman named Jessica? But I'm also worried that Korea will be my burial place, it's terrible, and God won't forgive me for sending me to heaven, right? ”

"Mr. Weng?"

"I've said I'm a gentleman and will answer your questions, and it's a shame that you can't satisfy me." Jack blew on the muzzle of the cigarette and sighed softly.

I don't know if he was lamenting that Weng Tingjun died young and didn't hear his answer, or lamenting that he wasted too many bullets.

He picked up the handkerchief again and wiped the pistol, carefully retracting it without avoiding the temperature of the pistol.

Then he took out a blank piece of paper from his pocket, and the content on it was obviously information about Weng Tingjun.

Insidious and cunning are also powerless.

"Won't this 100W be too profitable? It seems that this place in Huaxia is really stupid and has a lot of money! ”

"Well, if you want to get the full amount back, are you looking for a few celebrities in Korea for romance?"

"Good idea."

Jack put away his pistol, walked calmly, step by step to the back of the bushes, he is a gentleman, of course he will keep his word, he promised Weng Tingjun will help him collect the body, then he will definitely help him collect the body.

It's just that although this mission was completed, it was a bit of a pity, because he didn't see Weng Tingjun's lucky eyes, so he regretted it.