Chapter Eighty-Nine: Sir! As a killer, you are very unqualified!

The pre-dawn darkness is always quiet, and waiting for the pre-dawn darkness is even more painful.

Back at the hotel, Haitian put on a human skin mask again, and became the art investor - Taylor, standing in front of the window, admiring the dark night outside.

There was no trace of moonlight outside the window, as if dark clouds were blocking all light sources, and some vague shadows could be vaguely seen in the haze, Haitian opened the window and felt the cold gloom outside.

The wind outside the window was like a hungry falcon, constantly wandering in search of things, blowing the leaves of the trees.

The night was approaching inch by inch, devouring people's eyes little by little, Haitian closed his eyes, because he believed in his own heart more than his eyes......

At this time, there was an English man sitting in the café opposite the hotel where Haitian was staying, with a cup of Western-style white coffee in front of his table, a cigarette in his hand, a wide-brimmed hat and sunglasses, his hair flashed a healthy silver luster, and he felt like he was a teenager and an old man.

He was intently looking at the newspaper in his hand, but anyone who was interested would find that he was a drunkard who did not mean to drink.

He was the Englishman who had spoken to the old soothsayer in the old village.

The Englishman stared at the door of the hotel opposite......

It wasn't until late at night that Haitian walked out of the hotel as Taylor, and the Englishman left a few pounds on the table, and quietly followed, and the money he left was not only enough to pay the bill, but also left a generous tip for the waiter, which showed that he was a generous man.

Haitian seemed to be walking aimlessly on the streets of London, but when he came to a large courtyard villa, he stopped and walked in.

The Englishman didn't go straight to him, but went to the bakery on the street to buy two desserts and drank a cup of Western-style white coffee before leaving the bakery. Maybe he doesn't like to work on an empty stomach.

He looked at his watch, and Haitian had been in for thirty minutes.

The Englishman walked through the quiet street and suddenly smiled, as if he had thought of something happy.

The Englishman walked through the gloomy foyer, with a door in front of him leading to a wood-shaded courtyard and a mailbox on his right, and he walked briskly up the steps and stood quietly at the door of the house.

He listened to it, there was a noisy TV sound in the house, he was just about to open the lock on the door, but found that the door was just hidden, and he couldn't help but have a trace of vigilance, but he still cautiously entered the house, the light in the house was not turned on, but the British man still saw the whole living room through the light emitted by the TV screen, but the humidity in the room was a little heavy, and there was even dust in the air, like a room that no one had lived in for a long time.

The British man was just about to take a step, when the wall lamp in the living room suddenly turned on, and a figure sat under the TV, holding a glass of wine in his hand, took a sip lightly, and said calmly:

"You're finally here, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

The person who spoke was Haitian, but at this time Taylor's human skin mask was removed, and he regained his own face, and the human skin mask of Taylor was only to lure the English man here.

"Who the hell are you? Why are you wearing Taylor's clothes? ”

Although the British man was surprised, after many years of professional habits and strong confidence in himself, he did not feel that the person in front of him would bring him any danger.

"Sir! As a killer, I would say that you are very unqualified, and you dare to act rashly without even knowing the true identity of the target you want to assassinate, I don't know if you are stupid or confident in your own strength? ”

Haitian's tone was very calm, but it made the British man very uncomfortable, especially when he saw Haitian raise the human skin mask in his hand, he immediately understood what was going on.

The British man understood that this was indeed his own mistake, but he couldn't help but scold the employer several times in his heart, after all, this person's information was provided by them.

The British man understood very well that no matter what the target's true identity was, since he had taken the money, he had to complete the task, so he didn't take it too seriously, but he was still a little surprised to see Haitian's oriental face, and he suddenly had a lot of questions in his heart.

"You're not an art dealer in the UK? Are you an agent? The Englishman asked tentatively.

Haitian smiled, did not answer the British man's question, just drank the wine in his hand in one gulp, as if he was enjoying it, and then asked, "Do you know James Bond?" ”

The British man groaned for a moment, a cold light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he said a little coldly:

"Remember, he's an MI6 ace agent, but I think he's dead or an idiot by now. He's your friend? Do you want to avenge him? ”

Haitian slowly stood up, patted the dust on his body, looked at the British man who had made alert movements at the door, and said lightly: "It's not a friend, although I don't like him, but I think he's not a bad person." Now he has lost his memory, and I regret that. You know, this house is one of his residences in London, and the place I chose here today is very quiet, and when you die, I will bury you here, and no one will disturb you. ”

"You want to kill me?"

The Englishman asked in disbelief, for it was the first time anyone had spoken to him like this, and the man looked like he was no more than a young man in his twenties.

"I promised a friend to avenge her father." Haitian's answer was simple and straightforward.

"You're talking about Lucy Rolfe, you're going to avenge his father, you have a crush on that musician?" The Englishman felt a little amused, and if it weren't for the cautious habit he had cultivated over the years, he would have laughed out loud by now.

Haitian snorted coldly, a wisp of murderous aura instantly shot out of his eyes, and he said in a very cold voice:

"Don't think you're doing it perfectly, from the moment I left to Lucy's house, I found out that someone was spying on her, and when Lucy and I returned to the mountain house in Zurich, you were also secretly following, if I hadn't deliberately revealed it to you, do you think you have a chance to find me. Don't trust yourself too blindly, that will only make you make more mistakes, the last thing you should do is try to kill me, this is the biggest mistake you have made. ”

Feeling the change in the breath on Haitian's body, hearing his words, the British man suddenly felt a trace of danger,

"Who the hell are you?"

Haitian laughed, and the laughter was mixed with a hint of ridicule,

"Have you forgotten that you hypnotized those MI6 agents before you killed them and told them about the 'Orientals', but I'm curious, why didn't you just kill James Bond with a gun?"

The British man couldn't help but smile bitterly: "I didn't expect that a fake clue I used to mislead MI6 really attracted an Oriental, and fate would really play a joke on me." The reason for not killing James Bond was very simple, the conditions at that time did not allow it, I could not risk shooting, I have to say that he was really good, he found so many clues, and he was able to find some traces of me. ”

"Humph! I think you must have had more important things to do at the time, so you only used your psychic abilities to attack James Bond's brain, because you're pretty sure that even if he doesn't die, he'll become an idiot, but that guy I know, has undergone the most brutal training in the mental aspect, so he just lost his memory, and I guess that's something you didn't expect. Haitian hated the blind confidence of British men.

"You are really not an ordinary person, you actually know that I am a psychic, it seems that you are fully prepared, but I don't understand why you want to face me alone, instead of bringing those MI6 agents as well, I believe you have a good relationship with them."

The British man was still very worried that MI6 people would come immediately and surround this place, so it would be difficult for him to leave, so he said deliberately.

Haitian naturally understood what the British man meant,

"You don't have to worry, I'm the only one today, besides, I don't like others to help me when I kill people, I prefer to do it myself, and I believe you are too."

"Who the hell are you?"

The Englishman's voice was even colder, he didn't expect that he would be looked down upon like this today.

"I'm interested in the forces behind you, but I know you don't talk about it. As for me, you can call me Asura, and I'm sure you won't be unfamiliar with this name. ”

"You are the Asura who ordered the highest assassination order from the Shadow Organization? The asura who once made the Pope disgraced? The asura who caused a bloody storm in Europe? I didn't expect to meet my opponent today. ”

Although the British man was extremely surprised in his heart, he seemed to be very confident in his own strength.

Haitian didn't expect that the other party would know his identity and still maintain his self-confidence, and he couldn't help but feel a little ridiculous:

"Opponent! You're not worthy of being my opponent yet! ”

"What happened in Europe, I don't think it's your turn to intervene as an Oriental! But since you're here, you don't need to leave, whether you're the target of my assassination or not, just rush at you as an asura, and I have to kill you today, after all, the reward of the shadow organization is indeed very rich, and it is a guarantee for me. ”

Saying that, the British man took three steps abruptly, he knew that he had to strike first, and now was the best opportunity, and he had been waiting for such an opportunity......