For a person like Mr. An, who is a big man both openly and secretly, his schedule is extremely tight, and even the itinerary in a year has been arranged.

Moreover, Mr. An seems to be much more powerful than Mr. L, and the scope of control is much wider, and it took a lot of effort for Mr. L to get Mr. An's schedule.

Albinism and I studied the itinerary for several days, and looked up a lot of information and relationships with people. Albinism is extremely coercive, with more than a dozen plans in place.

Although I kind of hated him, the speed and quality with which he could make plans was really professional, and I barely found any loopholes.

However, the funny thing is that these plans are useless, and Mr. An actually gave up all his schedules and made an appointment for a week to play at a golf course, which means that Mr. An will stay in one place for a week.

This was undoubtedly good news for us, and it only took Mr. L one day to buy the golf course, trying to get us to sneak in as caddies and kill Mr. Ann.

To be honest, I had some doubts and felt like it was a trap. Old Jack is Mr. An's person, which means that Mr. An knows that Mr. L is going to kill him, and in this case, he still shows such a big flaw, and it is a trap without thinking about it.

However, both Mr. L and the albinism agreed that even if it is a trap, it should be tried, after all, the bait is Mr. An himself, and it is cost-effective to pay no matter how much it costs to be a Mr. An, the implication is that it doesn't matter if the albinism and I die.

The albinism still has the same attitude, saying that I can just observe it, and he will do it, and I don't have to show up until it is absolutely necessary. I still smiled helplessly, but didn't speak.

Although I hated his attitude, I still suggested that he just get two sniper rifles, hide in the shadows, and kill them and leave, which is safer.

The albinist laughed when he heard this, and said that he would popularize the common sense of killers for me. What to say: The distance between the killer and the target determines the level of the killer.

The closer the distance, the higher the level of the killer, like the kind of sniper rifle you said, it is played by children, too far away from the target, a top killer like him, is with a knife, at close range, watching the target's pupils dilate a little bit, only then can there be pleasure, only then can the identity.

I smiled and didn't speak.

The entry into the golf course went smoothly, and I became a caddy with albinism, playing with a sparring woman and with Mr. Ann.

The woman seems to be a Japanese, a little short, sweet, and a little charming, with a little beauty mole in the corner of her eye, which looks like Cao Ying at first glance.

Albinism, who loves to pretend very much, doesn't pretend much in front of this woman, and is commanded like a dog, and laughs. I don't know what the identity of this woman is, but it's probably much higher than albinism, right? In this assassination, I am actually not the main attack, just like Mr. L said, although I am extremely talented, but this kind of assassination with a very high coefficient is still good to observe.

Since he said so, I was too lazy to intervene, and since Old Jack had seen my face, Mr. An must have known that I had better hide in the shadows, otherwise I would be exposed.

The caddy's job is usually to carry a backpack, hand out towels or something, of course, the most is to pick up the ball, and some senior caddies can give advice to customers on the green.

However, I and the albinist are not even qualified to deliver towels, so we can only pick up balls from a distance, and Mr. An has more than a dozen bodyguards. Backpacks, handing towels are not our turn at all, and it is difficult for strangers to even get close.

It's good that way, I'm found out in the province, and everyone is done together, and Old Jack is also there, and as soon as I get closer, I may be discovered by the old thing. Originally, the main attack this time was a Japanese woman, and albinism and I played as a deputy.

I was so bad that I was sick enough, and I scolded Mr. L for being an idiot, saying that a top killer like him didn't need it, he actually used a girl, and criticized women for missing some opportunities, if he had finished killing and running away.

I looked at Mr. An and the dozen or so bodyguards around, I wasn't sure if they could kill me, but it seemed unlikely that albinism would get out of the way.

Mr. An's thirteen bodyguards have different nationalities and skin colors, but the black people are the most, and the white ones are the second, and there is only one yellow skin.

The yellow man is an old man, I don't look like a bodyguard, he is wearing a red Tang suit, open-cornered cloth shoes, and a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose, Harry Potter-like round glasses, at a glance, he looks like a teacher during the Republic of China.

He was closest to Mr. Ann, closer than any woman. Others are further and further away, distributed in circles, and spread out within a three-kilometer radius.

The bodyguards were all wearing suits, headphones, hands crossed and lower abdomen, looking around very vigilantly, even Old Jack was no exception, no longer wearing leather clothes, and changing into suits.

Mr. An held the club, played the ball, walked and stopped, and the circle formed by the entire bodyguard also followed, I see from my personal experience, there is basically no chance, and the sniper rifle is also blind, and all the commanding heights are occupied by Mr. An's bodyguards on the periphery.

In my opinion, Mr. An doesn't have much chance to stay here for a week, even for a year, at least not in such a spacious environment as the stadium. However, life is always paradoxical, and when I returned to China, I heard that Mr. An died on the court in the end.

Mr. An played until sunset, during which he was camped on the pitch and surrounded by bodyguards. Only three people were eligible to eat with them, Old Jack, Mr. Teach, and a Japanese woman.

Mr. An is not a good man and a woman, in front of so many people, during the meal, he also touched the legs of Japanese women, hugged her, and let her sit on his lap. With so many of his subordinates watching, aren't they afraid of losing their majesty? He can't be such a big guy who doesn't understand such a superficial way of kinghood, right?

Seeing this, the albinist turned red in both angry eyes, saying that Mr. An was a brute and would kill him sooner or later. I think it's good, if he a woman, we still have a chance. When it comes to women, albinism's eyes are green, and they are very unhappy.

I told him that he could only hope for Japanese women. Albinism was upset and said that he must kill Mr. An himself. When he said this, his eyes were red, and I suspected that he had a vendetta against Mr. Ahn.

In the evenings, Mr. Ahn rests in a suite provided by the golf course, where Japanese women sleep and wear traditional Japanese national costumes, namely kimonos, geta, and white socks.

The bodyguards didn't even check if she was armed, but as far as I know, she wasn't. When the albinist saw the woman entering in full costume, his face turned red with anger, as if Mr. An was sleeping with his wife.

At twelve o'clock in the night, we who had been hiding around Mr. An's suite heard a woman's scream. The albinist was restless and almost lost his mind and wanted to rush out, and I tried my best to stop him, telling him that if he went in, he would die, and that people might play some weird tricks, don't you foreigners like this?

The albinist had red eyes, stared at me and said, "My wife!" She's my wife! I was startled, no wonder he was in a hurry, the Japanese woman trained him like a dog, he didn't dare to speak, it turned out to be his wife.

However, now even his own mother can't help it! With so many guards, how did the two of them break in? Besides, what if people are in it and just playing? Didn't that kill yourself and make the operation a complete failure?

The albinist is now insane, he can't listen to anything at all, he wants to go in for everything, and he makes a decent plan to let me lead the guards away, divert the tiger from the mountain, and he will break in again. I teased him that his grandson's art of war was very good, and he still turned the tiger away from the mountain? Think people are idiots?

But he didn't listen, he really went to alarm the guards, and he really ran out of a group, and took advantage of the night, he actually managed to sneak in. Although albinism likes to brag and is sometimes a little stupid, he still has a little ability, especially the most basic infiltration method of this killer, which is almost a bit superb.

I wasn't stupid enough to risk my life to lead him to the guards, but in the few minutes of the guards, I found a very good lookout spot and could safely see the door of Mr. An's room.

At this time, Mr. An's doorway was empty, there were no guards, and the albinist rushed over and poked a paper clip through the keyhole, which was so reckless that it was almost fatal. I now doubt that Mr. An knows everything, even the relationship between the two of them, and that Mr. An has always held the greatest initiative, and now he has allowed albinism to fall into the net.

How could a person with more power than Mr. L be easily killed?

Sure enough, when the albinist stabbed the door open, Old Jack's single-burst shotgun was waiting for him, and it was roughly inserted into his mouth. Old Jack didn't say a word of nonsense, just pulled the trigger, bang! I saw a large hole in the albinist's head, and it fell limply to the ground.

"Is it pretty?" The back of my neck was cold, and I hurriedly turned around, and the teacher with round glasses was looking at me with a smile, and he waved his hand lightly, and my neck hurt and I fainted.

I was woken up by a glass of water and tied to a chair. The first moment I opened my eyes, I saw the smiling face of Mr. Teach, who didn't seem to have any ill will towards me. As for Old Jack on the side, he snorted coldly and threw the cup on the table. Mr. Ann sat across from me, and at his feet was a tortured Japanese woman covered in bruises.

Judging from the current situation, we have completely failed, and I am going to die, and it is impossible for this group of people to let go of a killer. Mr. An pulled the Japanese woman's hair, looked at me, and then looked at me again, and said buryed.

Then Old Jack picked up his single-burst gun and knocked me unconscious, along with the Japanese woman.

When I woke up again, I couldn't believe what I saw, full of Chinese and Chinese characters. I thought it was in Chinatown, but even if there should be a foreigner in Chinatown, there should be a foreign word.

The pedestrians who went to work in the morning looked at me in the cold wind, most of them riding the tram, and they were all in a hurry. The aunt who sells pancakes across the street looks at me with surprise as she makes pancakes.

I also looked at myself and found myself in the garbage bin, all black and dirty. I quickly jumped out, patted the dirt on my body, and shouted to my aunt, "Where is this?" ”

My aunt looked at me like a neuropath, and hurriedly pushed the cart and went a few hundred meters to take out pancakes and fruits. I grabbed a pedestrian and asked him where was this? The pedestrian pushed me and said, "you! Woohoo! ”