179. The killer who reached out

Nixon, who was limping, walked in front, Mo Lei was half a step behind, and several guards at the gate looked at the two with some surprise: the two of them were well-dressed when they left, and they were in tattered clothes when they returned. One of the black man's trouser legs was wet and had a few gaps. The gray-haired guy had rotten clothes on his right shoulder, a bruised nose, and blood on the top of his lips.

Some of the lazy security guards were wary.

Nixon sat in the driver's seat of the Ford, but Mo Lei went around to the rear and sat in the back. Nixon didn't speak, but when he started the car, he glanced at the silent Mo Lei in the rearview mirror. The two have a tacit understanding with each other: sitting in the front seat, the figure can be clearly seen from the windshield. Nixon was not worried about Mo Lei attacking him from behind, and he also knew that it was normal for Mo Lei to distrust him for the time being.

"You're going to go in with me like this?"

Starting the car, Nixon slowly reversed the car out of the parking space, turned the front of the car and stopped in the aisle and asked Mo Lei.

"Me and you, two people."

Mo Lei smiled, but his nose was pulled by the smile, and he grinned in pain. He looked out the window, and the tall Wang Yuwei and several other young men rushed out, all of them bulging with weapons. Mo Lei rolled down the window of the car and let Wang Yuwei see his face, Wang Yuwei and the others stopped moving forward and talked with those guards at the gate, but their eyes were still looking in the direction of Mo Lei.

Mo Lei's heart was warm.

"Shameless, it's still a call." Nixon scolded, of course he knew that the group of young men were here to help Mo Lei, but he didn't take it seriously, and just hung up the forward gear and drove the car out of the parking lot. His car phone rang suddenly, Nixon picked it up, listened to it in his ear, hung up the phone without speaking, and looked at Mo Lei in the rearview mirror. "You just left Mexico City? Victor was killed by you?? ”

"Who's Victor?"

Mo Lei's face is full of confusion and sincerity, comparable to the Oscar winner.

"Victor is missing, in Mexico City, no body has been found." Nixon drove the car with ease, looking at Mo Lei in the rearview mirror with an appreciative expression on his face, "The word missing is a good word, it can mean many things." ”

"Language is the choice of position." Mo Lei leaned back on the chair, relaxed his whole body, and took this opportunity to treat his body after a day of travel. He was so tired that after the fight with Nixon, he was confident that 10 seconds or something like that would kill him in his best physical condition.

"So, we don't need to be hypocritical and wrong, am I right?"

"Of course, you are now my ally. By the way, Nixon, you speak Chinese so well, where did you learn it? Mo Lei's hand was gently kneading on his thigh, the wound on his right arm was not deep, and now that the bleeding had stopped, he didn't even bother to care. Anyway, if the other party's knife was poisonous, he would have died a long time ago.

"Mostly pop songs." Nixon joked, "Let's get back to business, to be honest, I don't like Victor, you have to pretend to be intelligent if you don't have an IQ, sooner or later you will die on his self-made cleverness." You've met him, in Port Outland, and I don't think it's your first time you've played each other. You say, if you come face to face with him, like you and me just now, can you kill him? ”

"He must have died. But if it's on the stage, I can't beat him. "Mo Lei is no longer acting, he knows what Nixon wants to express.

"Well, between life and death, I think you can win." Nixon nodded, "So, he died, and he deserved it." Do you know why I'm willing to help you? In addition to the reasons just mentioned, the biggest feeling you give me is that you don't hurt the innocent, and maybe you sound like a funny joke: 'Yo, you are a killer, and you are talking to me about the innocent?' But that's the way it is, killers only have targets in their eyes, and they can't have innocent people, right? ”

Nixon's accent was very rhythmic and rhythmic, even if he was speaking Chinese, it was like rapping, Mo Lei sounded a little difficult, and he found that Nixon said very well when he said short sentences, and once the sentences were too long, he was a little embarrassed.

"I wouldn't think like that." Mo Lei replied with a smile on his face, the off-road vehicle was driving very slowly on the road, and it was dark outside the window, but Mo Lei knew that after turning right ahead, there were two forks, one leading to the county seat and the other leading to the mountains. I don't know what happened to the policeman who protected him in the first place.

"Huh?"

"I mean, I'm not going to laugh at you for thinking like that. Killer is a profession, you can work for pay, but you don't kill for fun, right? ”

"Yes, yes, you're absolutely right." Nixon raised his right hand to his thumb. "Seriously, Mo, you can do my business, you must be the best in the industry."

"I thank you."

"So, where do we go now? Do you mean to go straight to the Yellow Dragon? Nixon uttered another idiom and looked in the rearview mirror a little complacently, but unfortunately there were no street lights now, the car was dim, and the lights on the dashboard were not enough to see the expressions of the people in the back seats. But Mo Lei seemed to know his heart very well, and expressed his heartfelt admiration for his words.

"We went to a place, just outside the town of Kalka Town, which is still some distance away from the encirclement."

"Where are your companions waiting?" Nixon sensitively spotted the problem.

"You'll know when you get there." Mo Lei stopped talking, just quietly looked at Nixon's back in front of him.

This killer, so far, still can't see what he wants to do. But at least he said what happened to the coyote: jumping off a cliff. Then, if what he said is true, he will go in and see the tiger's den in Longtan anyway.

Not to mention the living brothers, even if they are dead, they will take the corpse away.

It's always been like this.

So what else is there to think about.

There was silence in the carriage for a while, and Nixon hummed a song in his mouth, the lyrics of which did not match his elegant and delicate appearance, and of course his image was not very elegant now. But you can see that he is in a good mood.

"Mo, would you like to hear about my plan?"

"Tell me?"

"You go get rid of the machine-gun position, I'll take your brother out, get into a bulletproof car, and leave together. Of course, I'll probably kill a few people inside, and they won't be paid, but I'm afraid it will take a little time, so you'll have to find a way to get to the second level of security to pick me up. ”

"First, I don't have any money, and I can't give you money if you help me. I came here to get the inheritance, but I didn't expect to have to let me take it and kill my compatriots. Mo Lei said that there were some mood swings here, and his voice was unconsciously higher, and he gritted his teeth in the end.

"Please! Mo, I don't charge money for saving people, but I collect for killing. Nixon laughed.

"Second, have you thought about the consequences of betraying Vaux? He's going to hunt you down like he's going after me, and it looks like Vokes is pretty good for you. ”

"I really like your way of living, a person who knows what he lives for, can endure any kind of life." Nixon directly appropriated Nietzsche's quote and did not specify the source. "You know, killers are actually a very tiresome job."

"Of course, the real killer certainly won't be the killer with the smell of lilies and tulips, and most of him or she doesn't like to be reminded that killing is an infinitely cruel thing to do, and it's disgusting." Mo Lei nodded in the darkness of the back seat, he agreed with Nixon's statement, but did not believe that Nixon's actions were real.

After receiving money, most lone killers will spend a lot of time collecting target information, analyzing and making plans, and some will follow the target to deliberately produce some kind of psychological linkage, and even imitate some of the target's life and behavior habits in order to find the most suitable method for assassination.

This kind of person will never give up the assassination mission, and he will definitely charge according to the rules afterwards, otherwise, the person who issued the assassination order will be unlucky. They regard work as a pleasure, a habitual behavior, and once they stop doing it, it is time to die.

Although Mo Lei has not made a behavioral analysis of Nixon, it can be inferred from his style of behavior, but this part is very close to the essence.

"Mo, you really know us." Nixon uttered an exaggerated voice of admiration, "I remember that kid at Port Outland, Mo, you and your brother, very good." Also, you don't have to worry about Volks, I'm not just a customer, and he's not just a so-called 'ace'. He would probably find someone to kill me, but after so many years, there must have been people who wanted to kill me, but unfortunately they all died. ”

"Just because of that kid?"

"Yes, just because that child, or rather, because that child can see you for what you are. Mo, don't look at the killer so demonic, haha. Don't take my desire to kill you as a reason to reject me, I saved your brother today, and if someone pays a lot of money to kill you in the future, I may still take the order. ”

"Thank you, Nixon." Mo Lei stretched out his hand and patted the black man in the front seat on the shoulder. Although he still doesn't trust this guy 100%, this feeling is really warm.

"Well, where's your brother? You ought to get out of the car first, lest I die at his hands." ”

The off-road vehicle stopped smoothly where Mo Lei said, Nixon turned off the engine and pulled the handbrake, making a joke in his mouth, and turned his head to look at Mo Lei. It's two kilometers from the town of Kalka, between two trees on the left side of the town's entrance, where Mo Lei once killed the cunning old guy named Nelson. The lights of the town can be faintly seen in the current location.

Mo Lei also opened the car door with a smile, stepped out of the off-road vehicle, raised his hand and made a gesture above his head.

He was telling Gao Bing that there was a buddy in the car.

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