192, female killer

The convex lens on the peephole magnifies the face only a few inches away: tired eyes, bags under the eyes that are slightly swollen from lack of sleep, most of the bare shoulders reflected in the light in the hallway, the woman wearing only a black velvet skirt and a bottle of red wine in her right hand.

The knock on the door sounded hesitantly again, and the woman's behavior was contradictory enough, and there was hesitation and embarrassment on that face, as if it was the first time she met a strange man.

Hiding the pistol in his shirt, which was pulled out of the waistband of his pants to cover the handle of the gun, Mo Lei walked back to the bathroom and asked in a loud voice, "Who?" ”

"Sir, do me a favor." The accent of the other party's answer has a bit of Spanish charm, but the guttural voice is very strong, but it is not very significant, but it seems to be the beginning of a slight cold. "I need a corkscrew, but the waiter hasn't delivered it for too long."

Crappy lies, clumsy excuses. This woman is not a problem!

"Please come in!" Mo Lei reached for the safety chain and padlock.

As soon as the woman entered the door, Mo Lei immediately noticed the inappropriateness in her face. Those eyes were too intelligent to belong to the woman who had just spoken with hesitation, and the owner of these eyes would never have seen such a situation. It was intelligent, decisive, and even frightened, with a black velvet skirt that exposed its smooth shoulders and a crisp and neat walk. Mo Lei also noticed that the woman was only wearing hotel slippers, and her white ankles and long black skirt reflected each other.

A good killer is definitely a good actor.

Mo Lei admired in his heart that Nixon's words were sometimes very philosophical.

"Excuse me, sir." The woman smiled and stroked her sideburns hair, "Can I borrow your bottle opener?" ”

The woman noticed Mo Lei's face full of stubble and the cold room, and walked straight into the open door. Her steps were too brisk, her slit skirt showed off her muscular calves, and her hands holding bottles didn't look as white and soft as their backs.

But you can't see the place where the gun is hidden, and that's the good hand with cold weapons.

Mo Lei let go of his left hand that was holding the doorknob, the wooden door bounced towards the door frame, and the sound of the lock touching was positive and subtle, indicating that the door had been closed.

The air is surging and the clothes are rubbing. These all-too-familiar voices suddenly rang out in the room. Mo Lei turned around suddenly, but he was still half a beat slower, and as soon as his stuffy body entered his ears, his neck seemed to have been cut by a razor, and blood sprayed his left shoulder scarlet. The second shot followed, and the bullet grazed the scalp and hit the wall. Mo Lei picked up his arm and swept the lamp on the table towards the woman in the middle of the room.

She had dropped the bottle, a very small Pug-T revolver in her hand, and the soft, confused expression on her face was swept away by the calmness and fortitude of a battle-hardened killer.

Mo Lei fell to the ground, his fingers tightly grasped the leg of the small round table, he turned half of his body to the right, twisted to the left, grabbed the leg of the table and turned the table over, building a small barrier. He slammed up the table with his hand, and two more gunshots struck the top of his head with sawdust flying everywhere.

Mo Lei crashed into the woman's arms and smashed her to the wall. The woman snorted the air in her lungs and her mouth full of saliva, and the pistol fell to the ground. Mo Lei dropped the table, let it smash on the woman's feet, reached out to pick up the weapon, stood up and grabbed the woman's hair, trying to pull her away from the wall. But the woman's black wig fell into Mo Lei's hand, revealing short red hair, and he suddenly lost his balance and took half a step back.

The woman quickly lifted her skirt and pulled out a dagger from the base of her thigh, no, it should be a bayonet. Mo Lei has seen all kinds of weapons, if the blade of succinylcholine on it will become as powerful as a bullet, paralyzing people in a few seconds, and lethal in an instant, as long as a little skin is scratched or a wound the size of a needle tip is stabbed, it is enough for the knife wielder to win a big victory and leave calmly.

The woman threw herself on Mo Lei's body, and the dagger thrust forward. This is the most difficult attack to dodge, and this woman is an experienced knife player. Mo Lei shrank back and smashed the woman's forearm with a gun, she retracted her arm in pain, but still maintained an offensive posture.

"Stop." Mo Lei pointed the Pug-T revolver in his hand at the woman and broke the hammer, "Four shots, one bullet, don't look for death, let's talk." ”

The woman lowered her bayonet, stopped the attack, and stood motionless, gasping for breath and looking at Mo Lei in surprise. Mo Lei could see that this woman was very surprised, she should always be able to win, she was used to killing, and she had never had a similar experience of being controlled by others.

"Who are you? Treasury? Vaux? Or Diggle? Mo Lei casually picked up a towel from the bed and covered the wound on his neck - it was just a bruise, not a big problem.

"I don't understand what you're talking about." The woman's eyes were blank, not as if they were fake.

The acting is top-notch!

"Or is there an organization I don't know about? You tell me, give yourself a chance to live. How much money did they pay? ”

"I don't know the person who gave me the money." The woman smiled, the deadly bayonet was still loosely held in her hand, and after the violent look disappeared, the woman returned to her elegant and calm state again, with a slight trace of fear in her expression, "I don't know who he is, and I don't know where he is." ”

"Why do things for him? His request is to kill me? Or something else? ”

"I'm confused when you ask, why do you do things for him? Of course, it's because of the money, and also, it's my job to kill people. The woman looked at Mo Lei, "So, now do you choose to kill me, or let me go?" ”

"In the beginning, I probably wanted to kill you, and I had no other choice then. Now that you have a choice, tell me, how did you get in touch? After killing me, do you collect cash or transfer money? Who is your broker? Then you can get out of here. Listen, I'm not a messenger of justice, and how many people you kill has nothing to do with me. ”

"Calling, they gave me a cell phone, only one number. I don't have an agent. ”

"Where's the phone?"

"In my room."

"Let's go." Mo Lei cautiously pointed the muzzle of the gun at the woman, "Go to the right and throw the knife on the bed." ”

"And then? Shoot me? The woman pouted, there was a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth, which was the result of being hit by Mo Lei just now, and her leg was also a little lame.

"If I wanted to kill you, you'd have died." Mo Lei said, "Don't waste time, let's go get your phone, and then you can leave safely." ”

"But you broke my leg and I couldn't walk."

"I'll help you." Mo Lei put down the towel in his hand, took a step in her direction, and stretched out his hand, "Grab my arm." “

The woman stepped out of her left foot in pain, and suddenly it was like an angry female leopard pounced, gritting her teeth, her eyes were furious, and the bayonet in her hand stabbed towards Mo Lei's abdomen.

Mo Lei made a sharp turn, and the blade of the bayonet stabbed into his jacket, just in time to be blocked by the handle of the gun hidden at his waist a few minutes ago. The woman was like she was going crazy and wanted to die with Mo Lei. Although he was reluctant, Mo Lei knew that he had to kill her.

Pistol.

Just now, Mo Lei thought that the woman had fired four shots and there was one bullet left, but the woman knew that this was not the case. She pounced again, and the bladed bayonet slashed left and right, and as long as it stood in its way, it would surely be touched and scratched. A shallow wound that is usually nothing, but at this moment it can kill the injured. Mo Lei raised his hand and aimed at the woman's head and pulled the trigger, but only heard the click of the firing pin, and nothing happened.

Mo Lei struck a whip leg with his right foot, between the woman's chest and armpit. The woman staggered for a moment but immediately regained her balance, her expression frantic, her bayonet clenched as if holding her passport to life. She knew that as long as she touched Mo Lei, as long as the tip of the knife scratched a little bit of the other party's skin, she would be free. She hunched over and swayed her left arm in front of her, blocking her right hand holding the knife.

Mo Lei jumped backwards, looking for props that would block her attack.

Why did she tentatively attack at one point? Why did you suddenly stop talking to yourself? Say something that makes him think? At this moment, Mo Lei suddenly realized that this woman who looked hesitant and cowardly was not only vicious, but also very wise, knowing when to take a break to recover the physical strength consumed, and also knowing that the chance would be greater after getting close to the opponent. So she first deceived him with words, waited for the moment when he lost his vigilance, and then used a quenched bayonet to give Mo Lei a fatal blow.

The woman flew forward again, and the bayonet stabbed Mo Lei in the leg. Mo Lei raised his leg and kicked, the woman drew her knife and retreated, and then attacked from the side, passing a few centimeters from Mo Lei's knee. Her arm swayed to the left due to the force, and her shoulder just ate Mo Lei's right foot and kicked her hard, and she was kicked and flew up on her back.

The woman fell to the ground, and Mo Lei grabbed the floor lamp with a heavy brass base and smashed it, and then kicked her right hand that grabbed the bayonet. The woman's hand was kicked back by Mo Lei, and the tip of the bayonet pierced the velvet skirt, hitting the skin of the upper right side of the left breast.

Mo Lei had never seen the next scene, and he hoped he hadn't seen it: the woman's eyes were wide open, her eyes bulging outward, and her lips were cracked hard, revealing a hideous sneer without a smile. She writhed, spasmed, and twitched on the carpet, curling up in a ball, her fair legs close to her abdomen. The woman was in terrible pain, squirming and letting out a long-pitched, muffled howl, her hands scratching at the carpet like claws, foaming at the mouth between her wrinkled lips, her swollen tongue blocking her trachea.

After a few struggles at the end, the woman let out a sigh of relief and died. The corpse retains its last spasmodic tonic state, and stiffens as it ends. Her eyes were wide open, staring into the void, her mouth wide open, and her otherwise beautiful and charming face was twisted like a monster. The entire death process took less than sixty seconds.

Mo Lei bent down and picked up her hand, parted the hand that was still holding the handle of the bayonet, picked up the bayonet and walked to the desk, picked up the lighter from the table and opened it, and let the flame bake the blade. The flames rose to the ground, and then he dropped his dagger and stomped on it to extinguish the flames.

The next step is to go to the woman's room and search for the phone that she may have said. As for the two people downstairs, Gao Bing will be able to deal with it, and if he can come up and find himself, then solve it with Gao Bing.

Although the result is unsatisfactory, it is equivalent to telling yourself a fact - some people don't need a USB flash drive or a template, but want to die by themselves.

At that moment, the phone rang again.

"Come up, three people, except for the woman you mentioned." Gao Bing's voice was very calm, unable to hide his exhaustion.

"Hold them back, and I'll come as soon as I go."

"Okay."