As night fell, it was getting dark early.

The main city of London is brightly lit, there is a story going on in every corner, everyone has their own desires, and cars, men and women, sex and drugs, all of them converge under the night sky, like a turbid torrent flowing in this ancient city, impacting, tumbling, endlessly.

Across the River Thames, Craven's Farm Course resembles a giant monster under the night sky, devouring everyone who enters it. Its lights, its hustle and bustle, can be seen and heard from far away.

But just across from Craven's Farm Field, about two kilometres away, in an abandoned riverside warehouse, a man and woman from India huddle in the dark, tasting the bitterest fruit of life.

These two Indians, one is Aamir Khan, and the other is the Wet Night.

The warehouse had been abandoned for several years, the owner had no water and electricity, and even a doorman was not in charge, except for the occasional visit by junkies and roadside soliciting prostitutes, and normal people would not approach it at all. Such a place became the best hiding place that Aamir Khan and the Wet Nightshade could find.

"That kid is going to play at Cravenloon Stadium tonight and enjoy the cheers and applause of the fans, and we're hiding here, not even a piece of bread!" The more he talked, the more angry he became, and Aamir Khan kicked the stigma hard. There was an excruciating pain in the back of his foot, but he didn't even frown.

Wet Night pursed her dry shell lips, she looked in the direction of Craven's farm through the window of the warehouse, and was silent for a while before saying, "We failed, we all underestimated his strength." He's done something to us, and we're now out of our power, and I'm worried...... Even if we go back to India, we won't be able to go back to the way we used to be. ”

If a boxer can't go on stage, then that part of the person as a boxer withers and dies. He will be forgotten and slowly lose the qiē he once had.

Aamir Khan and the Wet Night Devil are both killers of the Shakyo Cult, and if they are no longer able to complete the mission assigned to them by Master Tiga, what will be their fate? It is impossible to know what the specific ending will be, but it is certain that there is no ray of sunshine in their lives.

"I'm going to kill him! I'm going to kill him! After a brief silence, Aamir Khan suddenly roared like a madman, his voice echoing loudly through the debris-filled warehouse.

"Be quiet!" Wet Night said anxiously: "We are fugitives now, do you want to be arrested?" Instead of wanting to kill Ling Feng, I want a bottle of mineral water now! ”

Aamir Khan turned his head to look at the wet night, his eyes full of the light of wanting to kill.

"Would you like to calm down? We want revenge, and that will have to wait until we get through the difficulties in front of us. If we are discovered, whether it falls into the hands of the police or in the hands of Ling Feng, we will not want to take revenge in our lives! "The wet night is still very calm.

"You were stabbed by that bitch from Gatosha, I was injured in my thigh tendon by Ling Feng's bodyguard, and what's even more hateful is that Ling Feng's guy also searched our wallets and mobile phones, we don't have the money to buy food, we can't get a call from Elder Ukaza, what else can we do?" Aamir Khan's heart was filled with despair and anger.

A local tyrant with a net worth of billions snatched the wallets of two killers, making it impossible for people to even buy a bread and a bottle of mineral water, such a thing is really unreasonable and too much.

Wet Night thought for a moment, "I'm going to look for a target outside the warehouse, we're going to trick someone into this warehouse, and then you kill him, and we'll get what we need." ”

"What do you mean?" Aamir Khan didn't say it, but the image of the prostitutes standing on the side of the street already came to his mind.

Wet Night covered his lower abdomen and walked to a small iron door in the warehouse, opened the door, and walked out.

The door to the warehouse was locked, and the small door was originally locked, but the lock had long since been broken.

Outside the small iron gate is a narrow alley, and at the end of the alley is a road next to the River Thames, which has a lot of traffic.

Wet Nightshade stepped out of the alley and stood on the side of the road. She unbuttoned her shirt, revealing a touch of tender skin through her neckline. Then she leaned against the pole of a street lamp, trying to show the curve of her waist and hips.

"Hey! Sir, do you have time? "When a car drove by, the wet night stubbornly pulled up the business.

The man driving took one look at her, then drove away again.

Soon, though, another pickup truck drove up, slowing down as it approached her.

"Sir, do you have time?" Wet Night asked stubbornly, and when she spoke, she deliberately leaned in front of the car window so that the fat guy who was driving could see her pride.

"How much?" The fat guy licked his lips, trying not to hide the excitement and greed in his eyes.

"Fifty pounds is enough." Wet Nightshade said.

"Deal, let's get in the car." The fat guy said.

"No, let's go to the alley and solve it." Wet Night Devil gives an easy-to-understand hint.

"Haha, okay, I'll go to the alley with you, I'm really lucky today, I'll let you know it's amazing." The fat guy turned off the fire and got out of the car with the car keys.

The wet night demon led the way before leaving, and the fat guy couldn't help but reach out to grab the wet night evil, and he couldn't wait to vent it fiercely immediately.

When he was attacked in the back, a cold divine light suddenly flashed in his wet eyes.

The two soon walked into the alley, which was quiet in the dark alley.

"Where else are you going? I'm still in a hurry to see the game, I came from Wigand on purpose, I'm a Wigan Athletic fan. The fat guy spoke openly, "Little girl, do you know Ling Feng?" Haha, he's the star of our Wigan Athletic team, and I'm here to see him play. Why don't we go and watch the ball together when we're done? ”

Wet Nightshade had reached the small door of the warehouse, and she pushed open the broken door and stepped inside.

The fat guy hesitated at the door.

"I'll let you die comfortably." Wet Night turned around, smiled coquettishly, and reached out to pull the fat guy in.

The man's vigilance and vigilance are approaching zero at this time, and when he thinks of the white beauty, and that feeling, where would the fat guy suspect anything, and then walked in.

The small iron door slammed shut.

At that moment, Aamir Khan burst out of the corner where he was hiding and stabbed an iron hammer into the fat man's head.

The fat guy's laughter stopped abruptly, and his body weighing at least two hundred pounds fell to the ground with a bang.

Wet Night, but still resentful, she raised her foot and stepped on the fat man's hand that had touched her, as if she was about to step on a cigarette butt, and stomped and stomped hard.

Aamir Khan received a wallet and a mobile phone from the fat guy, and he was finally in a better mood, "Okay, I'll go buy something and come back, you wait for me, I'll be back soon." ”

"Buy me a knife and come back." Wet Nightshade said.

"What do you want a knife for?" Aamir Khan looked at the wet night in amazement.

"I'm going to chop off the dead pig's hand." Wet Night said in a voice as cold as ice slag.

Aamir Khan was stunned for a moment, didn't say anything more, opened the small iron door and walked out.

At the same time, on the roof of a building fifty meters away, Lei Luo was lying on the edge of the roof, looking at Aamir Khan who came out of the small iron door with the scope of a sniper rifle. He's always been here, and Aamir Khan and Wet Night's every move is under his watch.

He couldn't see what was going on behind the small iron door, but Tiger, Lantes, Bered, and Ramos could monitor the inside of the warehouse from different angles, through the windows in different directions.

"That fat man is dead." Lantes's voice came from the communicator, "He was actually a fan of the boss, and I really wanted to save him at that time." ”

"You'd better not think like that." Tiger's voice also came out of the communicator, "He paid for his lust and stupidity, and that's it." Our goal is Ukaza, not to rescue a prostitute. There are so many people murdered every day in this world, how many can we save? You all have to remember clearly, we are not Batman, we are not policemen, we are just Boss Ling's bodyguards. ”

"Well, I'm just casually talking, didn't I go? I know how to measure, Tiger, and don't talk about me. Lantes' voice.

"That guy drove to a supermarket, probably to buy something to eat." Ramos's voice came from the communicator, "He's a very cunning man, I've been to the motel where he stayed, and I didn't find anything, not even a fingerprint." ”

"After all, the other party is a professional killer and a professional, we have to be careful, otherwise he will be noticed." Bered's voice also came out of the communicator.

In the scope of the sniper rifle, Aamir Khan did not drive very far and quickly stopped in front of a roadside supermarket. After getting out of the car, Aamir Khan walked into the supermarket with a slight limp. The supermarket is no more than a kilometer away from the warehouse in a straight line.

Ten minutes later, Aamir Khan walked out of the supermarket, holding a shopping bag with a lot of food and a few bottles of mineral water.

An old man accidentally bumped Aamir Khan at the door, but Aamir Khan didn't say anything and left in a low-key manner.

Relo took a closer look at the old man with his scope, but found nothing suspicious, and then turned his gaze to Aamir Khan.

"He's finally found his dinner." Lei Luo teased.

"At this point, the game has already begun." Lantes's voice, "I really want to go to Craven Farm to watch Boss Ling play, I'm a fan of him, well, I should be a die-hard fan." ”

Craven Farm Stadium is so brightly lit that you can't see what's going on inside, but you can imagine it must have been lively.

Aamir Khan quickly drove the car next to the warehouse, and he got out of the car with his shopping bag in his arms. He didn't rush back to the warehouse, but stood next to the fat guy's pickup truck, looking up at the Craven Farm Field, and didn't move for a long time. The light of the street lamp fell on him, and his shadow was stretched like a spear.

"Bang." On the rooftop, a small sound came out of Thunder Luo's mouth, and his fingers touched the trigger of his sniper rifle.

All of them are in the goddess special operations team, and if Aamir Khan wants to die, he only needs to pull the trigger lightly.