Amara trembled at the sudden encounter, and then he calmed down, but his voice was still trembling. "Don't shoot. I'm Amara, and that's how I got in touch with you online, and Mr. A asked me to come here at this time. ”

"Boom." A large hand grabbed Amara by the neck and pushed him to the ground.

Amara, who had already lost a few teeth by Wang Hai, had an intimate kiss with the earth at this time, and two front teeth were gnawed off.

I rub!

Amara wanted to scold angrily, but when he thought that the other party was a killer, he had no confidence, so he could only lie on the ground honestly.

The big hand ran down from his neck, and quickly searched Amara to make sure he had no weapon on him before moving the muzzle away.

"Get up." When it's cold, it rings again.

Amara struggled to get up from the ground, and gasped when she turned to see the other man's face.

Oh my!

What kind of face is that?

Eighty percent of the face was burned, and the muscles were atrophied and huddled together, and only one right eye could be seen.

This face alone already made Amara's scalp tingle, and he didn't dare to bring up the unhappiness of kissing the earth intimately just now, and reluctantly asked, "May I ask if you are Mr. A?" ”

"Come with me." The man gave Amara a blank look, he was almost burned to death during a mission, and after a face became like this, it made him seriously distorted psychologically, and anyone who dared to show a trace of hatred when he saw his face would be killed by him, so he was also called the Little Killing God, and he was an X-level killer.

Amara walked cautiously behind the little killing god, for fear that one would accidentally upset the other party, and no one would know how he died here at that time.

A few minutes later, Amara was taken to a completely dark factory, which was relatively closed, and the dark environment added a bit of murderous aura to the little killing god.

Amara felt the footsteps of the little killing god stop, and hurriedly stopped, and asked nervously, "Is it there?" ”

A series of faint sounds came from the "poof, puff", and then more than a dozen flames lit up one after another around it, and it felt like suddenly falling into a hell of flames, especially with such a small killing god standing in front of him who had been burned extensively.

Amara's legs were weak from fright, and he didn't kneel there on the spot, and it was here that he found a man standing not far away, a man who was much more normal than the little killing god.

The man looked to be in his forties, with a distinct scar on his face, and a beard that made him look a little flamboyant, but such a man suddenly made Amara's feel much warmer.

Amara, who almost crawled in front of the man, asked excitedly, "Mr. A, you must be Mr. A, right?" ”

The man looked at Amara with disdain and nodded his head.

Ah Marathon breathed a sigh of relief, and finally found the right master. "Mr. A, I am Amara, the Amara who wants to hire you to kill people!"

"Who do you want to kill?" Mr. A asked disdainfully.

After Amara opened his mouth, he suddenly closed it again, and after thinking about it, he asked: "I want to know the price of your murder first, and how much will you charge for killing someone?" ”

"It depends on the danger of the target and the damage caused by our actions, let's talk about the target you want to kill first, and I will give you a simple assessment first." Mr. A replied.

"What if it's just an ordinary person?" Amara asked tentatively.

"Ten thousand dollars." Mr. A gave a number.

"What about the mercenaries?" Amaraa asked again.

"Ordinary mercenaries are at 20,000 US dollars, and the powerful ones are 40,000 US dollars, and if they are very powerful, the price will be higher." Mr. A patiently replied. If it weren't for the sudden dismantling of the killer group a week ago, making it difficult to do business, he wouldn't have personally come forward to negotiate a price with such a despicable guy.

Amara seems to be a rich kid who spends a lot of money, but the money is his father's, and he and his younger brother Amada's usual expenses are strictly controlled, which is an important reason why the two want to get rid of their father to get rid of the family property.

So expensive?

Amara felt a pain in his flesh, and at such a price it was far beyond his budget, but after thinking about it, he felt that this was not a problem, anyway, after his father's death, the family property would be all his own.

Amara then stated what he was going to kill.

Mr. A didn't know that the main target he wanted to kill would be Amara's biological father, in fact, even if he knew, it didn't matter, he was just a killer, he took money to work, and he wouldn't care so much.

When he heard that there were mercenaries from the Skeleton Mercenary Group, Mr. A's brows furrowed suddenly, this mercenary group has been targeting the killer group in recent years, and many killers have died at the hands of this mercenary group, so the Skeleton Mercenary Group has long been regarded as a sworn enemy within the killer group.

Robin the Sniper!

Mr. A's whole face was distorted when Amara said the name, as the manager of a branch, of course he knew the name Sniper Robin, and he also knew that many branch managers and directors had died at the hands of this person, and Sniper Robin had simply become the nemesis of the killer group.

"What, what's the problem?" Amara noticed that Mr. A's face was wrong.

Mr. A did hesitate, it was Robin the sniper, was he capable of killing him?

If it had been a week ago, Mr. A would never have hesitated to touch Robin the Sniper, unless it was an order from above.

This is no longer the case, where the sudden collapse of the killer group a week ago has made life difficult for the remnants of the killers. They have been trained to be emotionless killers since they were young, and what else can they do to get them back into society besides killing?

Anyway, it's a death left and right, so it's better to fight!

Mr. A gritted his teeth, decided to seek wealth and risk, and said to Amara with a reproachful face: "You didn't say at the beginning that your target hired mercenaries from the Skeleton Mercenary Group to protect him, let alone that Robin the Sniper was among them. ”

Does it make any difference? Isn't that what I'm here to talk to you about?

Amara's face was incomprehensible, mainly because he didn't know the reputation of the Skeleton Mercenary Group in the world, let alone the power of Robin the Sniper.

"I'm telling you, there are many organizations like ours that have fallen to Robin the Sniper, who can kill thousands of people with the power of a single man!" Mr. A spoke word by word, and what he said may have been a bit of a false exaggeration, but it revealed his deep fear of Wang Hai.

One person can kill thousands of people and destroy a lot of killer organizations!

Amara was speechless by these two messages, her face was pale and bloodless, and she asked tremblingly for a long time: "What you said is true?" ”

"Do you think I'm joking?" Mr. A exclaimed angrily.

Amara's legs trembled weakly, his heart kept beating faster, thinking that it was a miracle that he had offended such a person and could survive. "So there's no way you can kill that guy?"

"We can try it, but the price can't be calculated as I just said, it must be raised." Mr. A spoke in a deep voice.

"How much more?" Amara asked nervously.

"One price, $100 million!" Mr. A spoke word by word, and fire almost broke out in his eyes.

$100 million!

Amara was dumbfounded, he had never heard that it would take so much money to kill someone!

"Yes, $100 million, and it has to be paid in advance. If you can get it, then we can try it, but there's no guarantee that we'll get the job done! Mr. A added.

$100 million, paid in advance, and there is no guarantee to complete the task!

Amara was really speechless, and things seemed to be going far beyond his control.

Mr. A once again looked at Amara with disdain, and said angrily: "If you can't come up with the money, get out of here, I don't have time to waste with you here!" ”

When Amara saw that Mr. A was leaving, he suddenly became anxious, and the muscles on his face twitched and ached.

Thinking of being slapped more than a dozen times by Wang Hai in front of so many people, Amara gritted his teeth. Damn, this has to be done! If the old man doesn't die, I won't get the property, and when I get the property, I will have money!

"I've got money!" Amara screamed, and then the horse said with some confidence, "But I can't take out so much money at once, I can only take out part of it now, you see if the rest of the money is not"

"Sir, you don't seem to understand me!" Mr. A shouted, and then said, "I have made it very clear, you must pay $100 million in advance, otherwise I will not take this task, and I can promise you that no one in this country will take this task except us!" ”

Amara's face jumped again, the desire in his heart was swelling, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I mean that if I pay a part of the deposit first, it is considered an agreement between us, and you can wait until I have collected the rest of the money before it is too late!" ”

If the $100 million is in hand, the brothers will all be retired!

Mr. A thought to himself, and he was even more reluctant to spit out the fat in his mouth, and said to Amara: "I can only give you two days at most to make up the money, and I am worried that there will be any accidents if it is too long." ”

"Okay!" Amara answered, and gave Mr. A all the money that he could use within his ability, which was regarded as a deposit.

Amara went back to collect money, and Mr. A and Little Killer just wanted to evacuate, but when they saw the flames flickering, an Asian man appeared in front of them.