"Whew, whew, whew......" In the September night, the rapid gasp kept ringing. A man in a black trench coat made his way through the woods at breakneck speed. The fallen leaves were crushed by him in a clattering sound, and then picked up by his footsteps, flying in the direction he was running to, and soon falling back to the ground.

Not long ago, the left shoulder of the shot was bleeding constantly, dripping down his clothes and intermittently forming a line along where he had stepped on. If it had been before, he would have disposed of these traces, which was the consciousness of being a killer. But now, he didn't have the slightest thought of that, and if he stopped, it might mean death.

A leaf floated in front of me, blocking my view. The next moment, the arc light passed through the leaves and flashed into his eyes. Without a moment's hesitation, he instinctively grabbed the dagger on his body to block it.

With a sound of "ping-pong", the two daggers exchanged blows, breaking the tranquility of the night.

The force of the impact knocked him backwards and flew him out, and he fell heavily to the ground. But he didn't have time to care about the pain, and immediately rolled to the side, dodging the blow that the other man was chasing. Then he got up, slashed the dagger at the other side, and began to fight back.

The dagger slashed through the arc of light, flashing into the night, and the sound of ping-pong clashes continued to appear, startling flocks of birds to squeak and fly into the distance.

In the darkness, the positions of the two people were constantly changing, and their figures were constantly staggering...... The dagger in his hand kept swinging, and his feet kept kicking at the other party. But there was an arc of light, and a man fell down with his throat clutched, bringing the fight to an end.

He breathed a sigh of relief, sat down clutching the wound on his shoulder, leaning against a tree and adjusting his breathing. He won, but it wasn't easy, he was stabbed in the right thigh, and now he's bleeding like a wound on his shoulder.

Since the other party will appear in front of him, it means that the person behind him is not far from him. In such a situation, the chances of him escaping are slim to none. If you continue to move forward, you will also be caught up by the other party, and what you can do now is to quickly recover your strength and adjust your state, otherwise, the chance of death will only be greater.

He wants to live, everyone wants to live, and the past keeps coming to mind. He had encountered this situation many times like today, but he didn't know if the people he was chasing had the same thoughts as he was now.

In order to escape the life of a killer, he took a gamble and gambled his life into it, but in exchange for one chase after another.

In the distance, the lights of the city are flickering, the traffic is full of cars, the lights are bright, and there are all kinds of prosperity. It's just that he knows that none of this has anything to do with him anymore. In his life, from now on, there is only flight for his life.

He checked the gun in his arms and tossed it aside, it was long gone. Luckily, he had found a bomb, and when he really had no choice, he would detonate it and finish himself off with it, and in an instant, he had already made a decision in his mind. Then he took out the cigarette in his arms, lit it, and took a hard puff, and the smoke slowly came out of his mouth and drifted towards the night sky.

......

"Not running?" Soon after, the people chasing him appeared not far away, and more than a dozen people slowly approached him in a circle.

"Why do you have to kill me?" he smiled bitterly, his tone a little helpless, "It's been so long, and you still don't let me go, how much money did the buyer give? ”

"Killing you is the organization's decision. Someone said coldly.

"You should understand that the killer, either kill or be killed, this road has only a beginning and no end. Another person spoke, "The end of one task means the beginning of the next." From the moment you decide to leave, you should know that this is the outcome. ”

He turned his head to look at the person who spoke, that person he knew, Lone Eagle, the ace killer in the organization, had cooperated with him before, but not many times, so he didn't know him very well, but with his current state, he was definitely not his opponent, even if he was one of the ace killers. He didn't know how many other killers of this level were around, but he knew that most of them were bad luck today.

"Otherwise, I'll retract my decision and go back with you. "The killer has always lived between life and death, and it is precisely because of this that the killer cherishes his life more than ordinary people, and wants to live more, and he does not want to give up any hope of living, even if it returns to the state he once wanted to get out of.

"Killers, there is no way back. Another man abruptly rejected his proposal, and the next moment, a sudden shot rang out.

"Ahh Someone cried out in pain, and when he looked closely, the man's left hand was clutching his right arm, and the right hand holding the gun had fallen to the ground, and blood was pouring from the wound.

"Concentrate into a sword!" someone shouted in surprise, as if he couldn't believe what had just happened.

He fell to the ground, listening to all kinds of voices, but he was powerless to do anything more. Just now, the moment he saw the other party pull out his gun, his right hand suddenly condensed a silver light long sword, got up and swung towards the other party, and slashed off the man's palm. But now it doesn't make any sense, and his current state says it all.

He didn't know exactly how many shots he had been shot, but he felt pain in various parts of his body, blood pouring out of his body, staining the fallen leaves around him. Slowly, the pain on his body gradually disappeared, and he tried to stand up, but he couldn't. The people around him were talking, the footsteps were getting closer, and someone was coming around him, but he didn't have the energy to care anymore.

Maybe it's because of the excessive blood loss, or maybe I'm really dying. His head was groggy and he tried to keep himself awake, but his consciousness was getting more and more blurry.

Success or failure turns empty.

Only this time, it was a loss of life. To the east, he could vaguely see the sun rising. The red morning sun shines through, and it is particularly dazzling. Now that I think about it, I don't seem to have seen the sunrise properly. Unfortunately, there was no more chance.

"This can of course be your last mission, if you want. This was what Miyaki had said to him, and now it echoed in his mind, the man who stood at the top of the organization. He thought that Miyaki would let him go, after all, he had done so much for the organization. Now that I think about it, that's what it meant.

Someone appeared in his sight, pointing a gun at him. He smiled and shook his head, laughing in his heart that the other party was really stupid, this kind of distance is not very useful for them, provided that they still have the ability to fight back.

He struggled to take out the bomb that he had hidden in his sleeve beforehand, and then with a loud "boom," flames rose up......