This is a vegetable market in the southern suburbs of Shanghai, and before the sun goes down at five o'clock, it is already full of people, with the shouts of vegetable vendors and the sound of customers bargaining, and some stall owners directly use loudspeakers.

It is the only farmer's market within a one-kilometre radius, and residents from several neighborhoods and urban villages come to the market every afternoon to buy groceries.

A tall, thin-skinned man dressed in shabby clothes walked through the crowd, his eyes casually looking around.

It's June and it's hot, but he's wearing a long-sleeved black shirt with his sleeves not rolled up, and he's putting his hands in his trouser pockets.

He walked around a few times in front of a fish stall, and after making sure that no one was following, he strode up to the small three-story dilapidated building behind the fish stall.

He walked up to the top of the building, then stood on the top of the building for a while, and after making sure that no one was following him, he picked up the bamboo ladder that was placed on the side and took it to the top of the building opposite.

This bamboo ladder becomes a bridge between the houses.

I saw this tall and thin man climb up the ladder and slowly climb towards the opposite building.

When he climbed to the opposite building, he moved the ladder to this side.

There is a small inconspicuous room on the roof of this building, which looks like it is used by the owner to put miscellaneous items, even the door is tattered, and the God of Wealth has been washed away by the rain and lost its original color.

Instead of pushing the door open, the tall, thin man crouched to the side, removed a broken wooden box on the ground to the right of the door, found a mechanism, and pressed it.

Only then did he return to the door, insert a key in, and open the door.

What if I don't press that mechanism? He will be greeted by strafing from a machine gun with automatic aim.

He walked into the room, which was not as dirty as the outside, but very clean and tidy, a bed with white sheets, a wardrobe and a floor-to-ceiling mirror on the right side of the bed, and a dresser facing the bed, which was empty, without makeup or jewelry.

The tall and thin man walked into the house, took off the clothes on his body, and actually revealed a woman's body, with a bumpy figure, but a few scars on his body that were still waiting for blood made the original cigarette picture render a bit of horror.

She touched her face again, then grabbed a little hair next to her ear, and then tore it hard, and now there was a beautiful woman in the room.

It turned out that she had been wearing a human skin mask all along.

Dressed in her underwear, she walked over to the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the house, where she looked at several scars on her body.

She gently stroked the scars on her body, the threads still tingling with bright red blood.

Then, she walked over to the dresser, opened the drawer, and found a SIM card at the bottom of the drawer.

She slipped the SIM card into a phone in a drawer and opened it.

There is only one number stored in the phone.

She dialed that number.

"Toot toot....toot......" The phone was connected, and a man's voice came from inside.

The man smiled and said, "Haha... I knew you weren't dead yet, and the people in this world who could kill the Blood Fox hadn't yet appeared. ”

The woman named "Blood Fox" didn't say hello to the man on the phone, but said coldly: "Do you remember that you still owe me a favor?" ”

"Remember, how not remember. Do you want me to help you smuggle out? The man on the phone asked.

"No, I want you to prepare something for me."

"What do you want me to help you?"

"S**, please help me prepare a hundred kilograms." Blood Fox said lightly.

"What, you actually want S**? And it's such a lot, a hundred kilograms! The amount that can blow up Shanghai's landmark Phantom Sea Building. The man on the phone exclaimed.

"You don't care so much, just let you prepare." Blood Fox said lightly.

"A hundred kilograms, not a small number........... wait, do you think?" The man on the phone seemed to have something in mind.

"In two days, it's time for the group meeting of the Killing Alliance, do you want to ......" The man seemed to guess what the blood fox wanted to do.

"It's me, I want to blow them all up, if they can be unkind, why can't I be unjust?" Blood Fox sneered, "Just because I'm a woman, do I have to listen to that useless man?" ”

"No way, this is the organization." There was a pause on the phone, and he said something like this.

"Organization? Can the organization kill my stepmother? Can the organization force me to marry that man? I'd rather not have such an organization! Blood Fox shouted hysterically into the phone about the death of her only stepmother.

"What, my aunt is dead?" The man on the phone was shocked when he heard Blood Fox say this.

"Yes, in my arms." The blood fox had two tear stains on his face at this time, and his voice was slightly choked.

"Okay, got it, I'll prepare something for you. Be careful yourself, I guess there are still people in the organization who think you're not dead. ”

"I'll prepare explosives for you, but I don't know exactly where the meeting will be held." The man on the phone said.

"Don't worry, I've already inquired about the place where the meeting took place." Blood Fox said lightly.

"I'll put the explosives in the car, and the car will be parked in the old place, and you have the keys. Hope you succeed. ”

"What, don't you have confidence in me?"

The man on the phone smiled and said, "There will be no confidence there, you are the most talented killer in the history of the Killing Alliance, a blood fox who has never missed a shot, there is no one in this world who you can't kill." ”

"Thank you for the compliment." Hearing someone praise her like this, the expression on her face did not change in the slightest.

"Now that you're done with this, what do you want to do next?" The man on the phone asked, his tone revealing a hint of anticipation.

"I don't know, maybe live a calmer life, such as getting a white-collar job, going to work during the day, playing games at night, and so on."

The man didn't expect her to tell him what she thought about the future, and the most mysterious killer in the killer world actually wanted to be a white-collar worker, and what he wanted to do was to go to work and play games at night.

"In three days, I don't know how many people will die at my hands, maybe I'm tired, I don't want to kill anymore, this is the last time." Blood Fox said seriously to the man on the phone.

"It's good, it's good." There was a hint of disappointment in the man's tone, and he said with a smile: "Originally, I wanted you to come to my side to help me, but since you said that you want to live a peaceful life, then forget it." ”

"Okay, don't talk about it, anyway, you can go to the old place to pick up the car after 7:30 the night after tomorrow, okay, I'm busy here, let's talk about it when we have a chance."

"Hmm." Blood Fox answered and hung up.

After the call, she sat on the bed for a while, gathering her thoughts.

Half an hour passed, and the Blood Fox stood up, stretched, and then rummaged out a box under the bed with a virtual helmet inside.

She kept the helmet on her head, avoided the injury, lay on her side on the bed, and pressed the power button.

The next moment, she appeared in a lush forest, dressed in a mage robe and carrying a staff studded with a huge ruby on her back.

Look at the name on the top of her head, four big characters: Snow Moon Flying Fox.