There was a soft "ding'''''' sound, and the elevator stopped again, Sam looked up, and the elevator had stopped on the sixth floor. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"I'm sorry, but I'm here!" Sam protected his potted plants with his hands, and then said sorry in his mouth, and slowly squeezed out of the elevator, squeezing out, although there were only a few people in the elevator, but he already felt very crowded, and he was afraid that his good friend would be touched, so he used his hands to protect the plants in his hands.

"Whew, my friend, are you alright?" Sam gently stroked the plant in his hand, asked in a low voice, and then looked carefully to make sure that there was no damage before he let out a long sigh of relief and slowly walked towards the tail vertebrae of the ward.

"Is Mr. Jared here?" Sam walked over to the door of the hospital room and knocked softly to ask.

"May I ask who you are?" After a few seconds or so, the door opened, and Jared opened it, revealing a head that he didn't recognize.

"Hello, Mr. Jared, it was Mr. Donald who asked me to come and greet you!" Sam looked at the hallway of the hospital, and there were quite a few nurses and doctors coming and going, which was not a good place to start.

Jared nodded and pulled the door open, apparently believing that this was the man Donald had lined up to contact him.

Sam slowly walked into the room, a double room, but there was no one in the room except Jared, and there was nothing in the room except for two beds, two tables, and a few benches for the caregivers.

Gently placing the potted plant in his hand on the table, Sam walked to the window, pulled up the curtains, and chose a blind spot to stand there quietly without saying a word.

"What do you call him?" Jared didn't feel the danger yet, and returned to the hospital bed, looking at the strange man curiously.

"My name is Sam, and that's my friend, and his name is Attenborough, and it's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Jared, are you called Jared?" Sam put one hand in his pocket, then stared at Jared and asked.

Jared was a little uncomfortable stared at by Sam, and felt a little uncomfortable, so he adjusted his way of lying down and avoided Sam's gaze before he felt better: "May I ask Mr. Donald to ask you for anything with me?" ”

Sam smiled, showing a mouthful of white teeth, "It's not a big deal, it's just a matter for me to pick it up." ”

Jared thought for a moment, "Well, Mr. Donald is not mistaken, I don't have anything from him here. ”

Sam slowly took two steps forward: "No, no mistake, the thing is on you, Mr. Donald asked me to take your life!" ”

After saying that, Sam quickly took out a pistol from his pocket and pointed it at Jared, the movement was so fast that Jared didn't have any reaction time at all.

"Oh, Shet, damn it, I think this must be a misunderstanding, I'm still doing something for Mr. Donald, it must be a misunderstanding!" Jared was frightened by the sudden change, and shouted but did not dare to move, for fear that he had annoyed the killing god who came out of nowhere.

"Yes, you can make a phone call now, but only to Mr. Donald, let's make sure!" Sam said as he handed over a cell phone, which was his rule.

In order to let the employer know that he has killed the target, he will use his mobile phone to ask the target to call the employer's number and ask the employer to confirm.

"Okay, okay, I'll fight!" Jared took the phone Sam handed over, and then quickly dialed the number, and he began to pray in his heart that he must have made a mistake, because he was still working for Donald, and if anyone wanted to kill him, it should be the yellow man and not Donald! Because Donald still needs to go further and sue the yellow man himself.

"Hello, I'm Donald!" The call was quickly connected, and Donald's voice rang in Jared's ears like a savior.

"Mr. Donald, I think you must be mistaken, not your friend must be mistaken, he is going to kill me now, I am doing things for you now, he must be mistaken!"

Jared seemed a little incoherent, Sam walked into him step by step with a pistol, and with each step, Jared felt a little more fear in his heart.

"Is there such a thing? Damn, I think that Sam must have made a mistake, I asked him to get rid of the other person, Mr. Reporter, I think there must be some misunderstanding in this, you let Sam answer the phone, damn, that bastard must have drunk a little bit and got the mission objective wrong, damn! ”

Donald's side was obviously angry, and began to scold Sam on the phone, Jared immediately breathed a sigh of relief, took the phone from his ear, and handed it to Sam: "Mr. Donald wants to talk to you, you did make a mistake, damn, how could Mr. Donald kill me?" How could he kill me, I'm working hard for him! ”

Sam nodded and took the phone, but the muzzle of the gun never moved away, carefully putting the phone to his ear, but his eyes were fixed on Jared.

"I'm Sam!"

"Okay Sam, you can kill this guy, there should be a box next to him, there is a million dollars in it, that's your payment, do it cleanly, it's better to make people suspect that this is a premeditated vendetta, leave a few words, just write, don't offend those who shouldn't be offended, that's all!"

Sam nodded: "Then sir, I won't escort you in the afternoon, you know, I need to go to church and make a prayer for my own sin!" ”

"No problem!"

Donald hung up the phone, and Sam carefully put the phone back in his pocket.

"How? You must be mistaken, right? Mr. Donald didn't mean you wanted you to kill me! Jared asked as soon as he saw Sam hang up the phone.

Sam's face showed his big white teeth again: "Sir, there is no mistake, goodbye sir, God is with you!" ”

After speaking, Sam directly pulled the trigger, the pistol had already been installed with a silencer, the voice was very low, Sam pulled the trigger five times in a row, one shot hit Jared in the brain, right in the eyebrows, one shot hit him in the heart, and three shots hit the rest of the vital positions slightly randomly.

Jared's eyes were wide open, and he didn't know why Donald wanted to kill himself, didn't he just say that he wouldn't kill himself. (To be continued.) )