Dubai is a modern metropolis with a lot of wealthy people and luxury cars.

On the side of the street, an open-top sports car suddenly began to slow down.

The guy in sunglasses who was driving noticed the beautiful woman waiting for a taxi on the side of the road, and stopped to ask if he needed to give her a ride.

"Wouldn't it be too intrusive? I'm going to the airport. The beauty laughed.

The guy in sunglasses was stunned and noticed that the beauty was carrying a bag, and it was likely that she was really leaving at the end of the journey.

But he still smiled: "It's okay, I'll stop by and get in the car." ”

As he spoke, he reached out and picked up a bear doll in the passenger seat and stuffed it into a corner at random to make room for the beauty.

"Please!"

The beautiful woman smiled and stepped forward to open the door.

Neither of them noticed that the passenger seat was actually human.

An Assassin dressed in white appeared to have been in the passenger seat from a very early age.

The assassin pressed his fingers against each other, and sat here already being carried by the guy in sunglasses for a while.

The guy in sunglasses thought that the co-pilot was no one, and put the bear toy on the assassin's lap, without knowing it, and thought it was on the seat.

He completely ignored the presence of the Assassin sitting next to him.

The Assassin was riding a hitchhike and treated him as nothing, only when the guy in the sunglasses took the bear toy from the Assassin's lap in order to pick up the beautiful woman in the car, the Assassin glanced at him meaninglessly.

"Smack......" The beauty opened the car door.

The assassin sighed, and with a backflip, landed lightly on the back cover of the sports car seat.

The sports car has only two seats...... When the beautiful woman gets in the car, he has nowhere to sit.

A man and a woman were driving in front of them, talking and laughing, unaware that there was an Assassin sitting behind them, staring at them in a daze......

Suddenly, the assassin seemed to find that he was not on his way, and after the sports car had passed a corner, he suddenly got up and jumped several meters onto a house on the side of the road.

He held the window edge with both hands, like a dexterous gecko, climbing lightly upward.

No one paid attention to this, and no one seemed to see anyone climbing the stairs in public.

The Assassin climbed to the fifteenth floor in one fell swoop, and slipped through an open window.

There was a screeching sound in the room, and a fat otaku was controlling the controller, fighting people on the battlefield.

The white-clothed assassin passed in front of him in a grand manner, blocking the screen for a while, and the fat house didn't care.

On the contrary, because the battle was so fierce, the picture was blocked for half a second, causing him to die, and he complained loudly: Why did a person suddenly come out!

He was talking about the situation in the game, he was setting up a gun at the window, and an enemy climbed in through the window, and he didn't even see it at the first time, and only found out when the other party shot at him, and the result was naturally death.

This fat house only thought that the machine was jammed and missed the opportunity to shoot at the first time.

Unexpectedly, it was just at that moment when a white-clothed assassin passed in front of the TV and blocked a few frames.

His teammates complained to him: "How did you set up a gun! This can be killed! Why are you so good!"

The fat house muttered: "It's just a stuck, what's the matter with my food!"

"How can you get stuck when your network is so good? It's just that you are unresponsive!"

"You're just unresponsive!"

The assassin did not respond to the quarrel in the room, and silently opened the door and left.

He jumped down from the balcony on the other side of the fat house, like an eagle, and glided into the park opposite.

Although they did not have air walls, the Assassins also had their own unique technique of slowing down in the air, allowing them to easily soar like a glider with a few small designs on their white robes.

And when they land, they need a cushion for cushioning, and they have the skill to unload the force.

This buffer can be a haystack, a large tree or flower bed with lush foliage, or even a passerby.

However, the passerby will take a huge amount of impact damage because of this...... This is how Assassins usually perform their jump kills.

At this moment, the assassin slid onto a tree in the park opposite, and immediately knocked down countless branches and leaves.

A couple under the tree was talking, and suddenly they were watered with branches and leaves, and they hurried up in fright.

But they saw nothing but the shaking branches.

The Assassin had left the area, navigating the woods with agility, leaping over any obstacle with a light front flip or a one-arm bracing.

Two men stopped to talk at the intersection, blocking the way, and the Assassin jumped over their heads and walked through the park into the street.

He mingled in the crowd, walked out of two streets, and then went into an alley, and went around and around until he came to a small courtyard.

In the courtyard, a child was sitting on the grass and playing with blocks, and a castle had been built.

The Assassin frowned, crouching in front of the stacked blocks, as if searching for something.

Soon he reached out and pulled out the bottom one, and put it in his pocket.

"Wow!" The building blocks collapsed instantly, and the child was stunned and cried.

"My castle is down!" the child turned around and cried out to his parents, and when he heard the movement in the house, the Assassin's hands were like electricity!

A woman trotted out of the house, coaxing the child: "Isn't the castle good?"

The child stared back at the castle that he had built better than himself, and was speechless.

By this time, the Assassin had already left, and after climbing over the wall, he took apart the brick he had taken and took out a pill.

This is the antidote, which the Assassins have already placed, and once they have successfully evacuated, they will come here to take it and relieve themselves of the poison.

No matter how you pick it up, it's so hidden that even the family doesn't know about it.

The white-clothed assassin, after being detoxified, continued to walk through the house.

As he walked through a certain floor of the apartment, he saw someone in the bedroom making out in the window, and he heard a sound of delight.

He simply ignored this.

By the way, he helped others close the curtains, and then Shi Shiran walked past the two of Chiguo.

But this time, instead of going out through the window on the other side, he just opened the door and left.

He went down the stairs to the basement, staggered the surveillance and waited for a while, a young man whistled to drive in the underground parking lot, he also followed, and went all the way again.

The whereabouts are extremely erratic, let alone sneaking, and even if you don't sneak, it's difficult to grasp the trace.

In this way, he walked through the streets and alleys, crossed countless private houses, and occasionally hitchhiked, and he had already crossed most of the city.

Before I knew it, I came to a mansion.

This mansion is magnificent, with a wide view, and a garden pool, which is extremely extensive.

This is not the property of an Assassin, but of a stranger. As long as there is a mission, they will find a nearby house with no one as a base, and they have never fixed a base except for the headquarters.

The owner of the mansion had left the country, leaving only two dogs to look after the house, which was to the Assassins like the Borderlands.

He climbed over the wall and entered, and suddenly two people in the garden looked at him.

"Aaron, my brother, you're back, what about the others?" said one of the elders.

"Master, except for Haiim, the brothers have all died. Haim was tracked down by a member of the community who separated from me and would stall for time while I told my brothers to prepare for an ambush. The white-clad assassin said.

The older man immediately stood up and went into the house with another person, who was changing their outfits and putting on their gear.

He was dressed in a purple robe, in the form of an Assassin, and the other was white, the same as Aaron.

"Aaron, can you be sure you're not being followed?" the older man asked.

Aaron smiled and said, "It's certain." As long as someone is within two hundred meters of me, following me for more than a minute, I will keep the eagle in mind. During this period, I deliberately stopped in many places to lure in, but I didn't find the enemy following me. ”

"In addition to that, I used 20 methods to verify that no one was following me. Unless the stalker is blind, he will always show his feet, and the blind man, how can he follow me?"

The elder nodded and said, "I'll go to the cemetery now, you can rest here." ”

'No, I'm not injured and I'm in good shape. Aaron said.

At this time, another white-clothed assassin reported: "The two members of the palace disappeared three minutes ago. ”

"It's the same old thing, and by the time they arrived, the tracker was dead...... Inform the eagle of Haim that he should bring the people here. Aaron, where are your pestles. The elder said.

After finishing speaking, the purple-robed master directly reached out and pressed on Aaron.

In an instant, Aaron turned into a telephone pole, towering on the side of the road outside the wall.

The other white-clad assassin was transformed into a stone sculpture of a stag with a pestle in the garden.

The old man himself squatted at the door of the villa, slapped his hand on the head, and turned into a hard marble floor, which was spread on the ground.

The living Assassins, forming a marble floor from the villa to the iron gate of the wall, showed no signs of life.

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