"Boy, where are you from, MI6 or the CIA's academy?"

In a ferocious gesture, Kincaid pulled his pistol from the back with incredible speed and aimed it at Karl's head.

If you had to rank the killers in this world, Daris Kincaid might not be ranked first, but he is definitely the top one.

The gun was drawn so quickly that even Carl's reflexes almost didn't react.

And his psychology is also top-notch.

After a brief period of shock, Kincaid thinks he's got everything figured out.

"What is the new model of psychedelics, right?"

Kincaid looked at Carl with a serious face, his lips pursed tightly, and the murderous aura in his eyes seemed to be condensed into substance.

Carl opened his mouth, and for a second or two, he didn't know what to say.

Then, he laughed.

To be honest, Carl really likes smart people, because smart people like to make up the whole thing in the context of what they think they think it is by the facts they have already assumed.

Then call this process reasoning.

It saved him a lot of effort.

Seeing Carl's smile, Kincaid thought he had acquiesced.

He also laughed, and the murderous aura in his eyes disappeared in an instant, revealing a mouthful of snow-white teeth.

"Don't be nervous, boy, I never kill innocent people, especially children of your age, even if you are their future trump card. ”

"The trump card of the future?"

Karl muttered with a strange expression.

Again, Kincaid said, "Can you drug me without me knowing, boy, how long have they been training you?" I guess you've been training for as long as you can remember, ...... your face."

Kincaid pointed to Karl's face, "What is the latest human skin mask, I can't even see a flaw in it so close." ”

"It can't be twins or something?" asked Carl with a strange expression.

Kincaid looked at Carl like a fool, and for a while, laughed.

"Hahaha!!"

The whole person laughed breathlessly.

"Funny joke, boy, it makes sense that the idiots sent you out to get me, your humor has my style. ”

Carl raised an eyebrow.

Seeing this, the smile on Kincaid's face gradually faded, revealing a hint of doubt.

"They didn't tell you, did they?"

Karl shook his head.

"I see. Kincaid's face showed a look of realization.

"They're trying to scapegoat!"

"Scapegoat?" Karl wondered.

Kincaid pointed to the airport in the distance, and even a few hundred meters away, the roar of the Boeing 757's engine was still clearly heard here.

"That guy named Nick Cooper, that's not an ordinary rich man, he has a net worth of tens of billions of dollars, and he only has such a son, but even if there are two, do you think that person's net worth will let his child come out and do this?"

"It seems that your leader has paid a lot of money to catch me, and he dares to use that family as bait. If the federal government in the United Kingdom or the United States finds out about this, the head of your department will probably not be able to eat and walk around. That's why you let a boy like you who hasn't finished training yet, and even if the matter is revealed, they can push the current one to you, and you won't be punished because of your age......"

"Seriously, I've been arrested so many times, and I've seen a lot of their methods of arresting people, but it's the first time I've seen this kind of routine, it's so interesting!"

"yes, that's interesting. ”

Looking at Kincaid, Carl nodded approvingly.

"I guess Michael Bryce is still in the dark with you, and I want to laugh at the look on that idiot's face when he knows this. ”

As he spoke, something seemed to appear in Kincaid's mind, and he laughed.

Then, he shook his head regretfully and sighed, "Unfortunately, he is not destined to know about this." ”

Shaking the gun in his hand at Karl, Kincaid said, "Boy, your medication is good, but it's a pity ......"

With that, he waved at Karl.

"See you later, boy, and I hope you'll make some progress next time we meet. ”

Then, turn around and leave.

However, the boy's faint voice came from behind him.

"I think, Mr. Kincaid, there shouldn't be another time. ”

As the words fell, black chains suddenly wrapped around Kincaid's legs out of nowhere.

As a top killer, Kincaid reacted extremely quickly and instinctively pointed the gun in his hand at Carl.

But in an instant, the chains suddenly contracted, and one of them did not stand firmly, and Kincaid fell to the ground, and was about to get up from the ground, but the rope wrapped around his legs and his upper body as if it were alive, instantly binding his hands.

"What the hell is this?!"

Falling to the ground, Kincaid watched as the ropes tied him tightly, and then looked at Carl in disbelief.

He can still tell the difference between psychedelics and real things.

Karl looked at Kincaid, not explaining anything, his gaze wandering between the latter's hands, his face amazed.

The gun is the life of the killer, and even if he accidentally falls and his arms are tied, the gun in his hand is still firmly held in Kincaid's hand.

Then, he waved at the pistol, and Kincaid felt an irresistible force coming from his hand.

Then, he watched as the pistol flew into Carl's hand.

"That's not something psychedelics can do, boy. Falling to the ground, Kincaid said as he looked at Carl.

In an instant, Kincaid regained his composure.

But because of this, all his previous speculations about the boy in front of him have now been overturned by him.

Karl glanced at Kincaid, ignoring his words, his attention completely absorbed by what was in his hand.

Truth be told, this was Carl's first time with a gun.

In his last life, one of his biggest regrets was that he missed the final live-fire training due to acute appendicitis surgery during military training in college.

Unlike the toy gun he played with when he was a child, the cold touch and heavy feel on his hand always reminded him that this was a real thing.

"Haven't touched a gun?" Kincaid asked, looking at Carl.

Karl didn't deny it and nodded.

Kincaid smiled, ignoring his own situation, and explained with enthusiasm.

"This is the EU copy of the M1911, 0.45 inch caliber, 7 rounds of ammunition, mine is a collector's limited edition, I snatched it from a Frenchman. ”

As he spoke, he had a smug expression on his face.

Carl looked down at the gun in his hand, the silver-gray body of the gun, the frosted texture, very beautiful.

"How do you use it?"

Rubbing the body of the gun, feeling the cold texture in his hands, Carl asked softly.

"I saw that little wrench-like thing on the side didn't have it, it was its fuse, open the fuse, load it, pull the trigger, it's very simple. ”

Carl nodded, and then said curiously, "You didn't have insurance?"

Kincaid rolled his eyes, "I told you, I never kill the innocent, let alone how old you are." ”

"But now I'm more sure you're not one of theirs, you didn't even see that I didn't have insurance!"

Carl shook his head and sighed, "Unfortunately, I have to kill you." ”

With that, Karl's gaze at Kincaid froze.

Swept by such a gaze, Kincaid couldn't help but shudder.

With just one look, he knew that this boy had killed people.

However, the imminent death threat did not make Kincaid show even a hint of fear, but looked at Karl with interest.

Immediately afterward, he actually laughed.

"It's funny to be a boy who has never touched a gun but has killed someone. ”

Carl shook his head and ignored him.

As Kincaid had just said, he pulled the pistol safe, loaded the gun, and then aimed the muzzle of the gun at Kincaid's chest.

He wasn't sure how much recoil the gun would have, and he wasn't sure if the aim would be crooked, so it was safer to hit him.

"I'm sorry, I can't spare the guy who was going to kill Nick and Louise. ”

After that, put your finger on the trigger and shoot it.

However, he was greeted by a laugh from Kincade.

"Hahaha!!"

"No, I'm laughing to death!!"

Falling to the ground, pointed at a loaded gun, Kincaid bowed with laughter.

"What's wrong?"

Karl wondered.

"Boy, you said I was going to kill your parents?!" Kincaid laughed so hard that he almost lost his breath.

Now, he had almost confirmed that there was no disguise, and that the boy in front of him was the one he had seen through the telescope from the cabin of the plane.

"Isn't it?" asked Karl.

"No, no, no, boy......" shook his head, and Kincaid laughed breathlessly.

After a long pause, he finally spoke.

"Boy, my original target was you!!"

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