The young priest frowned slightly, squatted on the pony, drank the second pot head, smoked a choking inferior cigarette, and spread a few documents on the chess table. It is the target of the upcoming assassination. Although there are a few pages, there is basically no useful information for the young priest, and it is all very vague information, and it can even be said that although the information given by Jin Yuan was collected with great effort, it is of no use to the priest.

The cigarette had burned to the end, and the young priest refilled the cigarette, looked away from the material, and poured himself another glass of wine.

"How?" The butcher put on his light blue apron and was about to open his doors for business, and he needed to get ready. Those neighbors still trust the butcher's meat. First of all, he is not short of catties and taels like the rest of the butchers, and he tends to have more catties and taels. Although he is five big and three thick, he treats people well and never argues with others. He is a loyal and honest young man.

Of course, this is only the impression obtained by the neighbors from the short contact with the butcher, if they know that the butcher was once a murderous big brother, a fierce man who can slaughter more than a dozen people with a machete, I am afraid that the butcher will give away pork for nothing, and they will not dare to take it.

"The information is vague and basically useless." The priest drank a cup of spicy and choking Erguotou and said calmly. "With this money, I can help Xiaohui raise enough money for her medical expenses. I'll be able to wash my hands then. ”

"Have you ever thought about doing something?" The butcher asked.

"You sell pork, I sell beef, and I won't starve to death." The priest smiled.

"That's right, let's go out and mix small, we have no skills and no knowledge, and we can only do some heavy work." The butcher also laughed. "But I think you can go to a church in the neighborhood on an errand, at least without smelling the market every day."

"I will kill, but I will not save people." The priest shook his head and said indifferently. "It's better to do this business first and then think about it."

When the butcher heard this, his brows furrowed at first, and then he stretched out, patted him on the shoulder and said, "With your skills, there are few people in Huaxin City who can avoid you." Rest assured. ”

"I'm not worried about myself, I'm just worried that I can't help Xiaohui make up for the medical bills. Otherwise, it's not worth dying for the second fool. The priest said, and slowly got up. You open the door and do business, I'll go out and do things. ”

"I'll wait for you to come back and go to the hospital to see Xiaohui." The butcher said to the priest's back.

"Okay."

The priest left the word and left.

But he didn't know if he would be able to come back, if he would be able to go with the butcher to the hospital to see Xiaohui, the girl who was working hard.

The target this time is too cautious, or rather too mysterious. First of all, judging from Jin Yuan's information, he has extremely high combat effectiveness, unlike ordinary characters who are mixed up on the road. Secondly, his identity was wiped cleanly, and basically nothing useful could be investigated. And the priest knows that only people with a very hard background have such ability. In addition to this, the priest also knows one thing clearly, a million lives. This is basically sky-high in China. Whose life is worth so much? Think with your ass that it's those tough targets. And even the well-guarded wealthy rarely exceed a million in price. After all, it is his bodyguards who are powerful for the rich, not himself. No matter how loyal the bodyguard is, there will be times when he is negligent. A professional killer lurking in the dark always has a chance to succeed. But a powerful target, it's hard to find such a gap. Their own reflexes are also a major fatal point for killers.

The killer's remuneration is not as lucrative as depicted in some novels and movies, and it is impossible to kill millions or even tens of millions of people. No one's money is blown by the wind. The richer the person, the more stingy he is, and this famous saying can stand up to a thousand tempers. Just imagine, there are 100,000 small white-collar workers in their pockets who can't afford to buy a house or a car, and they can spend 50,000 or even 100,000 yuan to play, because their ability is limited and they can't draw a life blueprint that is too intense and too grand. Unlike the rich, every penny of their money has to be spent on ideas, and every penny of their money may be used urgently. So they will spend every penny on the cutting edge.

This is also the most fundamental difference between the rich and the poor.

In addition, if the killer's remuneration is too rich, I am afraid that there will be no mercenaries in this world. The risk of a killer is high, but it can't be compared to a mercenary who eats in a hail of bullets.

I bought a potsticker and a cup of soy milk on the side of the road, and I picked up a newspaper in the newspaper column, and ate and watched it in a quiet place.

The priest finished eating the potstickers, drank the soy milk, wiped his hands with a newspaper he had finished, and threw it into the garbage basket. Then he slipped the rest of the newspaper into the back pocket of his butt and got on the bus.

He didn't wear a priest's formal dress today, but simple jeans, short sleeves, and a pair of flat glasses on his face, blending in with the crowd, he was too ordinary to attract the attention of others. This is also one of the advantages of the killer, he can blend in with any occasion, any crowd, on the bus, he can not attract attention, at extremely high-end dinners, he can still be polite, very gentlemanly, and integrate into high society.

After two turns, he got off at the entrance of a villa area, and when he got off, the priest glanced at the time on the bus, ten o'clock. It's still early.

According to the information, this young man will go to school with the young master who Jin Yuan wants to kidnap and hunt, today is Zhou Yue, they will rush to school at two o'clock in the afternoon, and at the latest, they will cross this road and turn this corner.

The priest didn't know why Jin Yuan paid a million to kill the unknown young man himself, and asked the third-rate killers to kill the employer that the young man was protecting. But as a killer who has not been in the industry for a long time, but is more professional than any professional killer, what he has to do is to collect money, kill, and collect money, and don't ask what he shouldn't ask, and don't say what he shouldn't say. Only in this way can the priest help Xiaohui raise nearly 10 million yuan in medical expenses.

Xiaohui is the sister of the second fool, and the second fool is the brother of the priest as his own brother. He died, and Megumi was the priest's sister. He will take care of Xiaohui, a girl with a miserable background, although his background with the butcher is not necessarily much better.

Eleven.

The priest read the front and back of the newspaper, but instead of throwing it away, he put it back in the pocket of his jeans, crouched down on the side of the road and smoked, staring at the passing traffic. His expression was calm and abnormal, not like a professional killer who was ready to kill, but like a homeless man who fell out.

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Lin Ze got up from the bed with a headache, shook off the dust and wine stains left on the sheets, and dragged the flip-flops out of the cabin.

It's not early, he has to prepare lunch and wait for the Han family sisters and brothers who get up. After spending half an hour making lunch, Lin Ze went to the small garden to take a cold shower, and he was refreshed. I went to bed at six and got up at half past eleven. This was the first restful sleep he had when he came to Han's house to sleep, maybe it was because his schedule was too unstable some time ago, which caused him to sleep well this time, but he was still a little dizzy.

I took a shower, took a bottle of cold beer from the refrigerator and came out to refresh myself, and snuggled up on the sofa in the living room to light a cigarette and drink, which was quite comfortable.

It was Han Xiaobao who went downstairs first, and as soon as he came to the living room, he said enthusiastically to Lin Ze: "Got up so early?" Why don't you sleep more? ”

Lin Ze almost choked to death with a sip of beer, looked at him with a strange expression, and said with a little curiosity. "I remember you ate the same food yesterday as I did, and you didn't eat any supper at night."

"What's wrong?" Han Xiaobao still asked affectionately.

"Got a cold? Burned out your brains? Lin Ze asked rhetorically.

"No, I don't worship you." Han Xiaobao smiled and handed him a Chinese stick, and his mouth was like a river. "The scene where you singled out those men in suits last night was so domineering, I was so excited that even dreaming was the storyline of last night."

"Don't dream of me alone." Lin Ze took the cigarette, threw Zhonghua into the cigarette case of Changbai Mountain, and said, "Lunch is ready, let's go eat, class time is almost up." ”

Lin Ze was just a polite remark, but he never thought that Han Xiaobao would really eat the food he cooked, and he couldn't help but wonder. Didn't this kid eat what he made? Could it be that when I went home last night, I didn't protect myself from being struck by lightning and my brain was flooded?

"Wow, Lin Ze, your skills are really good, as domineering as you beat people." Han Xiaobao praised.

Lin Ze understood, this kid simply admired my beating skills, but when he was in the villa, didn't he also show his hand in front of him? Immediately woke up to the fact that the bodyguards were hired by them, and they didn't feel majestic when they beat them. But it's different to fight with people outside and show off. Han Xiaobao, who longed for happiness and revenge, suddenly became Lin Ze's supporter.

"Xiaobao, eat slowly, leave some for me." Han Xiaoyi was also like the queen mother at this time, stepping on flip-flops, supporting the handrail with one hand, and slowly going downstairs. That posture, that tone, to put on a clear costume, it's really a bit of a harem beauty.

Lin Ze knew that they were playing too crazy last night, and they all went to bed at two or three o'clock. Therefore, the lunch I made today is also light, and the staple food is millet porridge and bread, so that they can dredge their stomachs and intestines, and go down to the fire by the way.

Lin Ze waited until they had almost eaten before serving the table to eat. After eating the rest of the porridge, I saw that they all put down the dishes and chopsticks, poured the dishes on the plate directly into the bowl, and swallowed them cleanly with the salty taste.

Fu Bo waited for them to finish eating and came over to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, which was Lin Ze's only bottom line-

He can cook and do laundry, mop the floor and wash the toilet, but he can't wash the dishes. He couldn't stand the greasy touch at all, even with gloves on, he couldn't stand it. Thinking back then, Xiao Hei took Lin Ze to the sauna shop to play with Bo * Tui and other edge wiping services, but Lin Ze was not interested in it at all. However, he stepped on his back and waited for services that did not require contact with olive oil, and he could barely endure it.

The young masters and ladies who wore them were neatly dressed, and they got into the car with their bags.

In the passenger seat, Lin Ze lit a cigarette and said with emotion: "Time flies, quietly passing by at the fingertips, and not even a bubble comes out." ”

"Weekends always fly by, Lin Ze, when you stay for a while, you will become more and more eager to take a vacation." Han Xiaoyi teased.

"I'm not talking about holidays, I'd rather sleep on my desk at school than on this terrible weekend. At the very least, when the first rays of the morning sun shine down, it will shine head-on on my head. Lin Ze pouted.

"Then you're a young man here?" Han Xiaoyi said dissatisfied.

"I was just tired of watching a movie with a plot last night. Hey, the years are not forgiving, and when I am old, my physical strength is not as good as before. Lin Ze sighed.

Han Xiaobao said enviously: "Don't be kidding, just your explosive power, combat value." I wish I could have your inferior physical strength, but then again, old lady, why did you tell them last night not to talk about it, how can you do it without showing off? ”

"You're two? Aren't you afraid that the director of discipline will trouble you? Han Xiaoyi said disdainfully.

"He has no proof." Han Xiaobao was puzzled.

"Don't say it, don't forget Lin Ze's identity." Han Xiaoyi said unhappily. "He's our nominal cousin now, give him some face at school, don't make people suspicious."

"Yes!" Han Xiaobao smiled and flattered Lin Ze. "Good afternoon, cousin."

Lin Ze frowned, turned around suddenly, pulled Han Xiaobao and Han Xiaoyi's arms with both hands, and pulled them down, pulling them down. shouted: "Get down! ”

Almost at the same time, a sharp long knife appeared from the roof of the car, and the blade jumped with the cold light of soul devouring.

A sharp and piercing metal snap exploded, and the roof of the car was cut through a huge opening by the long sharp knife. The frightened Han Xiaobao and the two exclaimed slightly. It's also because they're used to assassinations, otherwise they'd have passed out in fright.

How much arm strength does this roof killer have to be able to pull the roof apart with a razor-sharp knife?

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