Xiao Rin doesn't know so much about this killer organization, but for the hierarchical differentiation of this organization, I heard Nighthawk mention that every killer who enters this organization will leave a mark on his body, and the patterns you imprint on your body will be more different depending on the level, so if you can achieve a level like Xiangfei, there should be a lot of marks on your body!

"Where are the others now?"

"He is still being held in the city police station." Wu Shuang said.

"Got it, I'll take care of it."

"Dead?" In the shadows of a bar, a slightly hoarse voice repeated the message that had just been transmitted across from him.

"The dead man is a veteran of the organization, how could he be found so easily? Are you sure the other party is just a doctor? It was clear that the man sitting across from him was skeptical of the information he had.

"It's a doctor, sure."

"Look at this!" The man took out his mobile phone, and a picture was played on it: "An ordinary school doctor has such a ability, can climb the second floor in the air, save a woman and then land calmly?" There was a hint of sarcasm in the questioning: "None of the people we are looking for will be his opponents." ”

The man who seemed to be shocked by the picture, and whose voice was a little hoarse rubbed his chin: "This person must be eliminated!" ”

"Then add a little more chips, and you can't find a better price than that dead man." Retracting his phone, the man lit a cigarette.

The sound of the bar is very noisy, the graceful girl on the stage is dancing with a steel pipe, and her slender thighs are dangling in front of her eyes, all of which arouse the man's attention, the man squints at the woman on the stage, and makes a chirping sound in his mouth: "The woman here is really fat!" ”

"Your taste is so heavy!" The hoarse man lowered the brim of his hat, as if he was afraid of being recognized by others, and looked left and right: "How many sizes are you going to add?" ”

The man's gaze was still fixed on the woman in the blue leather suit on the stage, and he stretched out a hand: "It can't be lower than that." ”

"Damn, you're taking advantage of the fire." The deliberately muffled voice was even more strangely hoarse under the anger. He grabbed the other party's collar and pulled it to himself: "Don't forget, we are people in the same boat." ”

"I don't care, my life is not as valuable as your life. Besides, I'm already a dead man, and you still have the word wanted on the police station's list, and you said that when the time comes, who is cheaper? The brute seemed unimpulsive about the other party, and he patted the hand that was tugging at his collar and said, "Let go, people who are a lot older, and they are still so impulsive." ”

"That kid doesn't get rid of that. You and I have no good fruit to eat. The man in the hat let go of his hands, and he looked left and right at the figures walking around him again, even if he chose the most remote location of a bar, it still couldn't stop people from coming and going, and business here was indeed good.

Not far away, a table of people was having a good time, the woman had taken off her upper body clothes, wearing a transparent suspender shirt that was almost equal to what she was not wearing, and the coat in her hand was shaking from time to time.

"This kind of woman. Give enough money, and you can make it as you like. ”

The man on the opposite side reluctantly moved his gaze from the stage to the girl, and sneered: "You still don't have the idea of beating this woman." ”

"What? You don't think I have that ability? ”

"Not really. Anyway, you used to be so beautiful, didn't you? Still sneering, the man's cigarette reached the end of the cigarette, and after a few puffs again, he snuffed it out in the ashtray: "This woman is one of the Feifeng Gang!" Now they're the head snakes here, with a backstage to support them, so you'd better make less trouble. ”

"The Flying Phoenix Gang?" As if a little unfamiliar with the word, the man couldn't help but look again at the woman who had already sat down, and there were some men and women beside her, none of whom were more than twenty-four years old. …,

"How? Lao Zhang, this number can't be less. The man opposite abruptly shifted the subject to formality. Men don't have fun when they talk about women, and they are not the kind of people who can stay in one place for a long time, not for fear of accidents, but for fear of the outside.

"You know, they froze my bank account, where are you going to let me go and get you money?" Saying this, the man couldn't help but raise his voice: "Besides, those people you found are too unreliable." All the money I threw into it was wasted. ”

"Now it's only when you have money that you can do things!"

The man opposite refocused his gaze on the dancing woman: "It's not that I said you, if you can't give up the money, you can't do big things, if you want to turn over, you have to pay, understand?" The man coughed twice and pulled out a cigarette, the cigarette butts in the ashtray had piled up into a small mountain: "If you don't believe me, you can take a look at the underground passage, where the market is much higher than mine." ”

The man squinted, and the whole person approached the sofa chair, his upturned legs shook like clockwork from time to time, his outstretched arms supported the back of the chair, and his fingertips pinched the eyes that had just been lit, he no longer looked at the man opposite, and the woman's plump body was reflected in his cloudy pupils.

The man with the hat was silent, the man in front of him was evil, and even had an ulterior obscurity in various tastes, he could completely imagine the expressions of those girls when their throats were cut, this person was a complete pervert.

"I ......"

"You don't have to promise me now!" The man seemed to know what he was trying to say: "I asked you to cooperate because we had a common enemy, but you obviously didn't believe in me that much. ”

"There is only interest between you and me."

"Hehehe! Interest is also a kind of trust! The man spat out a smoke ring: "I'll give you a week to think about it, and if you agree, go to the old place with the money to find me; If you regret it, you will naturally go your own way. ”

The man stood up, the person was a little shaky, he smoked a little too much, he held on to the table: "Dude, remember I reminded you, that woman don't provoke." With that, he staggered out of their table, pulled out a large handful of money, placed it in the glass jar in front of the dancer, and held out his hand to her.

The woman glanced at the money in the jar, smiled sweetly at him, and jumped off the stage with the glass jar.

The women were taken away, and a new woman came to the stage, and it was so mixed here. No one will care who you are, and no one will ask who you are. I can't say how lowly these women's professions are, but they always rely on something to make a profit, whether it is physical or hands, it is a kind of manual work.

The man turned his head and waved at the man behind him. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )