When I found out that I was being targeted, I was a little surprised that they came so quickly, but I didn't panic in the slightest.

Because I knew that someone was going to attack me, I didn't think it was strange to see that I was being targeted.

The person who followed me was a short man, about thirty years old. I came out of the yard in the suburbs that Long Qian rented and deliberately didn't drive. Because I knew that I would be targeted by the killer in the next few days, I deliberately chose to take the bus to the city, which seemed to be more unsafe, but in fact it was much safer than driving by myself.

If I had driven myself, I would have been targeted and they would probably have done something to me on the way. But if I take the bus, because there are so many people on the bus, it's obviously not so convenient for them to want to attack me. This method of evading assassination is actually a psychological tactic.

I didn't know it was effective, but I only realized it after my training in psychology. Our country takes death cases very seriously and is particularly afraid of expanding the impact. Therefore, if the killer wants to attack me, he will definitely find a relatively remote place with relatively few people. And bus stops and buses are obviously not the ideal place for them to start. That's why I took the bus.

Of course, there is also a reason that I am afraid that someone will snipe me at a distance. There are usually a lot of people on the bus, so I deliberately found a position where there were people on both sides to sit down, and they couldn't do it. Another point is that I now have a certain amount of confidence in my throwing knives and marksmanship, and I'm really not worried about close combat. Even if someone followed me on the bus, I wasn't very scared.

In fact, I was targeted when I was changing buses in the city. I was sitting in the last row of the bus, near the rightmost window. The short guy who was staring at me had been standing in the middle of the bus and getting off the bus since he got on the bus from the front door. Although he never looked at me from beginning to end, the corner of his eye never left me.

I didn't notice him at first, because this man was so inconspicuous, the kind of person who would never be remembered in the crowd. To put it bluntly, it is a public face, without any characteristics, and it looks very ordinary and ordinary.

I found out about his existence because a middle-aged man accidentally stepped on his foot when he got off the bus at a bus stop. The middle-aged man just stood between me and him and blocked his view, and then when the middle-aged man apologized to him, he reached out and pulled the middle-aged man, and then glanced at me with a blank look, and saw that I didn't move, so he turned to the middle-aged man and said "It's okay". Then he continued to stand at the door of the bus, holding the handrail on the bus with his left hand and his right hand in his right trouser pocket. There was something bulging in his trouser pocket, and although it wasn't obvious, I could see it.

I could tell that he was holding a pistol with a silencer in his trouser pocket, because I saw the shape of a barrel on his thigh as the bus was turning and the brakes were shaking.

When I was in training, an instructor who taught us "assassination" taught us how to hide a pistol.

What he said at the time was that we should wear a pair of loose pants, remove the right trouser pocket (left-handed is the left trouser pocket), and put a quick-draw holster directly in the trouser pocket, so that the pistol could be put directly into the trouser pocket and inserted into the quick-draw holster. In this way, one hand in the trouser pocket can be used to pull out the loaded pistol and shoot at any time. It's always much faster than reaching for your waist and pulling out your gun. At that time, our instructor also specifically said that some experienced killers often use this way of hiding guns to carry out assassinations.

Obviously, this little man who is eyeing me at this time belongs to this kind of person. He probably thought I hadn't noticed him, but I had been eyeing him for a long time. Of course, if I hadn't looked closely, I wouldn't have been able to see that he was coming for me.

I'm sure he's coming for me, not just because I saw something wrong with his right hand in his trouser pocket, but because he was inadvertently acting at the moment when the middle-aged man blocked his view. Also, he was standing at the door of the bus drop-off all the time, and I suspect he probably wanted to attack me directly on the bus. I could even imagine that he was going to attack me after the bus stopped at a certain stop, so that he could jump off the bus and escape as fast as he could.

After I thought about the possibilities, I also found an opportunity to find a throwing knife and clamp it in the palm of my hand. Because we are only three or four meters away now, I am afraid that I will hurt the people behind him with a pistol. Once he dodges my gun, my shot will inevitably cause casualties to other innocent people. They can do it to me on this public vehicle, and I can't disregard the lives of other innocent people like them.

So far, I've killed quite a few people, but I don't think I've killed an innocent person. I'm killing all those damn bastards.

Seeing that the bus was about to progress again, the little killer's face seemed to be obviously a little strange, at least not as calm as before. At that time, in my opinion, I thought that this killer should be just a third-rate killer, after all, killers are usually very calm. I knew he was trying to do something to me at this stop.

In fact, what I didn't know was that the reason why this killer was a little nervous was because he saw from my information that I might be a secret spy of the military, and the secret scouts sent by the military like us are very awesome existences, so he was a little scared.

At this moment, the bus came to a sound ......of braking, and slowly stopped at the bus stop. At the same time, a fat man in front of the little man suddenly got up from his seat and blocked him.

With a bang, the door of the bus opened. The little killer pulled out his pistol in his trouser pocket the moment the fat man walked away from him, but unfortunately he didn't see me when he raised his gun and aimed it at where I was sitting. Because I had jumped out of my seat and stood behind the fat man when the big fat man stood up to block his view. The fat man completely blocked my body, and I kept clinging to the fat man's back as he walked from the little killer to the bus door. So I was already at the little killer when he raised his gun and aimed it at me.

The moment he raised his gun and aimed it at me, I could clearly see the panic on his face. For it was at this moment that he saw me. It's just a pity that it's already too late for him. I raised my hand and threw a knife, first severing his raised right wrist and then stabbing him in the neck.

In my old life, I'd definitely stick a knife into his neck. But since there were still a lot of children in the car, I didn't make it so bloody, for fear of scaring the children.

At that time, there were a lot of people who got off the bus, and there were a lot of people who got on the bus, and everyone was paying attention to their own affairs, and they didn't see me do anything to him. After swinging two knives in a row, I got out of the car straight down the crowd. I got off the bus and walked more than ten meters behind the bus before I heard a terrible scream coming from the bus:

"Ah......h

"Dead Man......"

"Help......"

……

I ignored the screams on the bus, I couldn't even care about myself, where was the time to care about other people. After all, no one knows if there are other killers around.

I walked a few dozen meters and got straight into a Buick business car.

In the business car, Bing Qingyujie all looked at me worriedly.

"Brother Yun, what's going on?" Yujie asked me.

"Brother Yun, what happened to the bus you were on just now when you sent me a message telling us to tighten up?" Bingqing asked me.

"It's okay, let's go, there was a killer who wanted to kill me just now." I said lightly.

"Ah......h But I know that their expressions are so exaggerated not because they are frightened, but because they are worried about my safety.

"He's dead, let's go, let's go see our leader." I smiled and said with some disdain, "I guess the next person to deal with me should be much more powerful than this one just now." This was just a rookie. ”

At this time, how did I know that in fact, the killer I killed was not a rookie, but a very experienced killer. The main thing is that at this moment, I don't know that this time Bloody Night wants to spend money on my life is an open order. Whoever kills me first will go to Bloody Night for a reward. And the so-called prize money is as high as three million dollars. Of course, what I don't know is that all the free killers in Asia who know the news are now coming to G City one after another. And the little killer I killed was nothing more than the most aggressive and unlucky one who found me first.

I took Bing Qingyujie and hurried to the hotel designated by the previous leader. When the three of us came to the hotel room and knocked on the door, a voice came from inside that I had never dreamed of: "Please come in ......"