The dark night provides the best cover for people, beasts, things, and things that are active at night. Wanton, arrogant, and restless, everything that makes the lonely empty and makes the lonely helpless has been magnified to the limit in the dark night!

But the night does not last long, just as the darkness before dawn welcomes the cleansing from the day in the muddy. Like the Yin and Yang Pisces diagram, black and white are distinct, but they are inclusive, if you understand this and often think about it, you will get its deep meaning.

Just like the man who holds two blades as cold as the wind, wandering among the crowd of kneeling and wailing, his crotch wet and smelly, but he is wearing a suit and leather shoes.

Darkness is the protective color he relies on for survival, and the night is his restless stimulant, and the Tang knife blade like a blue flame is his only light in the dark night!

What's his name?

Or, who is he!

Here, the cold wind is like thousands of sharp blades being thrown with force, which makes people feel afraid. The snow was blown by this cold wind, covering the eyes of all living beings. In such a harsh environment, no matter who you are, you will be threatened by life from nature.

There was a wooden house standing halfway up the mountain, the lights were bright, and even the chimney on the roof of the wooden house was firmly floating a few wisps of black smoke in the cold wind.

"Tomota—"

"Tuk!"

"Whiskey, on the rocks."

But as soon as he spoke, a large square cup filled with light brown liquid was placed in front of him, and the man who was shrouded in a black hooded and slightly slim clothes was a little playful, and said with a joke: "It seems that there is an old pervert who moved his heart, but in the end he was unexpectedly abandoned, and only after seeing the acquaintance did he vent the depression in his heart a little." ”

"Grandma, if it weren't for the fear that my favorite pillow would be stained with my own blood, I would have spit in your whiskey." No one could have imagined that Tomota, the bartender who was usually the most English gentleman, would hear curses and extreme depression or anger from his mouth today.

"Tomota, 'Women are like alcohol, you look forward to it before you taste it, you feel like you're swimming in the sun, and you can't get enough of it after you taste it.' Different pairings can make the alcohol have a different charm, and I hope you can taste all the best wines in the world', this is from the mouth of your romantic British bartender. The black-robed man slowly twirled the wine glass on the table, listening to the sound of the glass rubbing against the wooden table.

"The evil dragon from the East, not only are you excellent in business, but this mouth can be compared to your business ability." Tomota wiped a cup that had been removed from the bar, his tone was a little helpless, the man who was drinking in front of him and the man on a mission were not the same person at all in his opinion, and what he said was too annoying.

"Tomota, it seems that it is still very beneficial for you to be friends with me, a Chinese, and the level of ridiculing others has increased a lot." The black-robed man didn't care about Tomotta's teasing, and drank half of the whiskey in his glass in one gulp, then held his breath before exhaling heavily after a few seconds.

"It seems that I'm not the only one who is depressed." Tomotta duly served a plate of fried peanuts from the Chinese wine table, "This is the peanut I made with the Jersey milk I just arrived this morning. ”

"I've always wondered, how did you hook up with the British royal family?" The black-robed man pinched a peanut and put it in his mouth, chewed it casually a few times and swallowed it into his stomach, ignoring the white eyes of a tyrannical creature sent by Tomota by the way.

"It's a secret that makes all the assassins of the Assassination Alliance curious." Tomotta filled half a glass of whiskey for the black-robed man, and then turned on a satellite TV placed above the wine cabinet, which happened to be the news time within the Assassination Alliance, and of course, it was up to the individual to watch it or not.

“…… Today, the climbers of Nanga Sarbat were attacked by Taliban forces, including two Chinese citizens and one Chinese-American, who were killed. According to reliable sources, Chen, a Chinese-American, was the main target of the attack. Now play the video of the scene of the attack at that time ......"

"Oh, I feel sorry for your fellow man." After watching the video, Tomotta whispered to the black-robed man, and casually took a large square glass and poured another glass of whiskey for him.

The black-robed man's face, which was hidden under the hood, distorted slightly, but then returned to normal, shook off the glass shards and the residue of whiskey in his hand, and took the whiskey from Tomota as if nothing happened, and continued to drink milk peanuts, no longer paying attention to the satellite TV picture.

"By the way, number 528, I'm sure number 1547 in Break Room 3 will have what you need." Tomotta glanced at a smartwatch on his wrist and looked up at the black-robed man.

"Is number 1547 in mission time right now?"

"It seems to be a few minutes past the scheduled departure time."

"Please send a bottle of whiskey, a bucket of ice cubes, and a plate of peanuts to Lounge 3 later." The black-robed man held the plate of milk peanuts in one hand and whiskey in the other, and walked to the third passage to the right of the bartender.

Tomotta took advantage of this time to take a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet under the inside of the mixing table, filled it with two-thirds of the ice in a small iron bucket in the freezer, and finally placed it on a tray, and then went to the back kitchen to tell the American chef to fry a plate of peanuts.

Just as Tomotta was about to push open the door and walk out of the kitchen, the American Yankee, who was trying to nibble on a steak, suddenly shouted: "BOSS, do you want to put the milk from the peanuts made with inferior milk powder?" ”

"Shut up! Just put salt and pepper this time! Tomotta twitched at the American chef's throat, turned his head and whispered viciously, and then walked out of the kitchen and began to think about whether or not to let the wild dogs of the town eat meat.

"Bang-"

Just as Tomotta was standing in the bartender and thinking about the problem, he was once again frightened by a loud noise, and the corner of his eyes swept away, and he couldn't help but feel a little sorry in his heart: poor number 1547, although the CD that this black boy usually resells is a little more expensive, but the content is still very good.

In the No. 3 lounge, a large-screen color TV hanging on the wall is showing an old movie from China, and the content is still a kung fu movie. Next to the large-screen color TV, a rectangular doorway is like a woman waving at people with heavy makeup and revealing clothes on the street, which is quite eye-catching. The lounge is also quite nicely decorated, with a rectangular glass table topped on a wooden base, and a long sofa against the wall behind the glass table. Looking at the ceiling, a lamp with a pendant like a starry sky is emitting a dim light.

As for the rest of the lounges, they are also decorated like this, but as they stand, the other lounges have at least one more door than Lounge 3.

Look at number 528 again, at this time, I was drinking whiskey, and I was watching the movie on the big color TV on the wall, with peanuts made from the so-called "special milk of the British royal family".

Outside the lounge, in addition to a twisted, deformed, and cracked door, there was the number 1547 that was clutching around its crotch like a grass carp that had just been fished ashore. Even a few people who were sitting outside playing cards started a strong onlooker.

Assassination of the Alliance, the founder is unknown, the headquarters is unknown, and the exact number of them is unknown. The only thing that is clear is that the number given to a killer by the Assassination Alliance is not a ranking of strength, but a count of people, and only when one of the killers dies, those who are after its number, their number will be reduced.

Here, all gathered are madmen in the eyes of ordinary people, scum in the hands of God, and wild dogs who are constantly roaming outside the gates of hell. Here, everyone has a different secret and a different purpose. The only thing that is the same, they are all scythes abandoned in the world by the Grim Reaper!

A week had passed since No. 528 kicked out No. 1547, and that day, after pouring a whole bottle of whiskey, No. 528 finally collapsed in the lounge under the strength of the foreign wine, and ran away the next day as soon as he opened his eyes.

On the third day, they came to a mountain town.

At this time, No. 528, who had been in the mountain castle for five full days, was sitting in a dimly lit rental house.

"Grandma, what kind of bullshit mission is this?"

On the table, there are two A4 sheets of paper side by side, and on the left paper there are two photos of people printed in color, and on the right paper there is only a paragraph written on it.

"Mission: No. 528, bring the child and woman in the photograph to Bunker No. 38 in the Tibetan Himalayas within one month, the target of the mission needs to be physically and mentally happy, and the target person must not be injured in a fatal, physical or long-lasting scar."

"Mission Reward: Not Hold Injury Number 1547 Accountable and a Reward of Three Thousand Euros."

"Dog's day! No. 1547 definitely keeps up with the head with a hip deal! "Number 528, that is, the man in the black robe, crumpled the two pieces of A4 paper into a ball and threw them into the trash can on the side.

The black-robed man took a sip of the whiskey in his glass, stood up and walked to the window, and slammed open the curtains to let in the sunlight outside. For a moment, I only saw that in the range of sunlight, patches of dust were constantly tumbling and drifting, which was very beautiful.

The town where No. 528 is located at this time is located next to the mountains of the Great Khing'an Mountains, and because of the road, few outsiders know about it. Of course, this statement that "there are very few outsiders" is based on the huge population base of the Chinese nation. Despite this, the black-robed man was still able to appreciate the bustling side of this mountain city.

It's only three or four o'clock in the afternoon, and there are already all kinds of stalls on the street. Clothes, shoes, balloons, barbecues, snacks and much more.

"It seems that there are peers in this town, otherwise my position would not be revealed." The black-robed man touched his chin, then stripped off his clothes, ready to take a shower and go out into the street to start his work.

In the Assassination Alliance, not only will there be a large number of assassination missions for the Killers to complete, but also allow the Killers to take on some tasks belonging to another department, and the Killers can use these additional tasks to earn some extra money as pocket money or as a pastime. The task on the A4 paper with the number 528 thrown into the trash is one such task.

As for whether there is anything wrong with these tasks, as long as they don't get deeply involved in them, the killers will generally complete them quite perfectly. Anyway, it's just a pastime to get some pocket money by the way, so there's no need to make trouble for yourself.

When No. 528 walked out of the house, he was wearing a rather riotous pink short-sleeved shirt with flowers, a pair of white beach pants, and a pair of flip-flops that glow when he stepped on his feet. Seeing the figure reflected in the window next to him, No. 528 touched the stubble on his chin, and a narcissistic smile appeared on his rather ordinary face: "How handsome!" ”

"Look at your mother! I haven't seen it yet! ”

"Oh woo~~ Lao Tzu, just be jealous of my handsomeness!"

No. 528 really didn't see anyone in the car, and the owner scolded him when he lowered the window and said a dirty word. And No. 528 didn't think about it, and ran away after responding to a sentence.

"Damn, now that there are so many people, you dare to drive in and count you as a bullshit." Number 528 wasn't worried that the kid who had just cursed would get out of the car and chase him, if ordinary people could catch up with him, a professionally trained killer, he would have died in the process of those assassination missions.

Number 528 wandered through the streets of the mountain town, where some of the shops on both sides of the street were ready or nearing the end of their preparations, and some stalls had already been set up in some open spaces. At this time, No. 528 was holding a large handful of skewers and eating while looking at the scantily clad beauties on the street, but according to the angry and earthy clothes on No. 528's body, and the ordinary face of the stubble, he could only exchange the eyes of those beauties.

"Jianghu Pavilion ......"

Standing at the door of a building with a decoration somewhat similar to a restaurant in the TV series, No. 528 swallowed the meat on the last skewer in his hand, turned around and walked to a small restaurant opposite Jianghu Pavilion.

There are also five or six tables in this small restaurant, and inside is the cash register and a small wine cabinet nailed to the wall, and it looks relatively clean overall. It's six o'clock now, and there are only two tables of guests in the restaurant who are still drinking and chatting. No. 528 found a table by the door, sat down facing the street, and the proprietress also came to the table with a menu and a small book: "What do you want to eat handsome guy?" ”

"That, a plate of fried eggs with green onions, a plate of sweet and sour pork ribs, and then a bowl of rice and a bottle of strong wine." Number 528 glanced at the menu casually, but only casually ordered two dishes, and finally his heart moved, and he actually asked for a bottle of medicinal wine.

"Green onion fried egg ......"

"Eggs, stir well, then put a handful of chopped green onions in it, remember to use lard." No. 528 looked at the proprietress with a hesitant face, guessed that it should not be on the menu, and said how to do it. Quite a simple dish with no complicated steps, and it is also a dish that is relatively easy to eat.

"Okay, handsome guy, wait a minute." The proprietress nodded her head to show that she understood, and went to the back kitchen to order the cooking, and when she came out again, she took a bottle of hard wine and a glass from the small wine cabinet behind the cash register and placed it on the table in front of number 528.

Unscrewed the cap and poured himself half a glass, No. 528 picked up the half glass and placed it under his nose, then took a deep breath. Suddenly, the smell of Chinese medicine mixed with liquor continued to stimulate the olfactory nerve of No. 528, and he only felt that the back of his head was also penetrated by this smell, and there was a feeling of being emptied.

With the heavy exhalation of No. 528, a turbid air dragon erupted from its nose, causing a sense of vicissitudes of life to rise in the hearts of onlookers, just like the person in front of him was not twenty or thirty years old as he seemed on the surface, but a half-hundred-year-old man who had experienced the world.

"Zi-" I only heard a long sound of water absorption, and the half glass of strong wine was slowly inhaled into the mouth of No. 528, and the taste of Chinese medicine and white wine mixed with a hint of sweetness continued to flow wantonly on the taste buds of No. 528.

"Hmph-"

An extremely lazy voice emanated from No. 528's chest, indicating that he was in a very good mood at this time.

"Green onion omelette, sweet and sour pork ribs, a bowl of rice. You use it slowly. Just as 528 had been pouring himself a drink for ten minutes, the two dishes he had ordered were finally served.

A plate of slightly brownish-red fried eggs fried in lard, sprinkled with specially fried green onions in oil, although the appearance is not good-looking, but the aroma of oil, eggs and green onions is mixed together, which makes people have an urge to move their index fingers. Look at the sweet and sour pork ribs, the bright red but translucent sweet and sour sauce wraps the ribs of different sizes and meat pieces that have been fried in advance, and the sweet and sour pungent taste is enough to make people appetite.

No. 528 looked at it carefully, stretched out his hands, and rolled up the omelette directly, and ate the rice as he gnawed.

It was like a pig pounced in the trough, and from time to time the pig could be seen raising its head with a hint of an angry smile and a foolish look.

No matter how good things are given to pigs, they can only be associated with the last step of metabolism! It's so infuriating!

"Crazy song, is it really him who is going to pick Zhang Miao away?"

"Let's see, follow him well in the last few days, and give him some convenience when necessary."

In the darkness of an alley next to the Jianghu Pavilion, two red dots that flickered and flickered in the air, reminiscent of the spontaneously combustible white phosphorus blown up by the wind in a wilderness cemetery. When the red dot lit up slightly, I could vaguely see two pairs of eyes looking at the number 528 that looked like a hungry pig.

The two leaders of the largest underground forces in Nanzhen - Chu Yangge and Zhang Wen!

"Let's go, Sugar Treasure is still waiting for me to go back and tell the story."

After looking at it for a while, Chu Madge dropped the burned cigarette butt in his hand, turned around and walked into the deep alley, Zhang Wen did the same, helped the glasses on the bridge of his nose, followed behind Chu Madge, and gradually disappeared into the depths of the alley.

"O people of the world, there will always be something that binds you." Wearing pink short-sleeved flowers, white beach pants, and flip-flops, No. 528 drank a small wine and looked at the mouth of an alley, where on the ground, there were two cigarette butts glowing reddish with the slightest upward fluttering wisps, which looked very normal but weird.

What normal person would hide in a haunted alley to smoke when the lights are busy, not to mention that it is only six or seven o'clock now, even if a half-drunk person should have at least half an hour to stay at the wine table, after all, people are sophisticated, if you get up and run halfway, it can only be your fault in the end.

And now it is a vulgar ghost laughing at another vulgar ghost, looking at the contradictions, listening weird, if you think about it deeply, it has a taste of irony.

Number 528 settled the bill, took half a bottle of unfinished liquor, and strolled down the crowded street. Tonight's harvest is the first step to complete the task, far away so that the two people who should be related to the task can see his face, and then only need to find an incident to do the next task flow logically.

It stands to reason that if you want to determine whether the mission is going smoothly, you must at least meet with the people involved in the mission is the most certain, but the bottom of No. 528's heart has a rare idea that this is okay. This puzzled Number 528, as this had not happened in any of the previous missions.

Back in the rental room, No. 528 turned on the TV in the room, pressed the refrigeration button on the remote control of the air conditioner, and then came to the bathroom to wipe his upper body casually, and then lay on the bed wearing only the white beach pants, calmly watching an old Hong Kong movie "Merry Christmas" played on the TV screen.

How many years have it not been as calm as it is today?

No. 528 was a little surprised that he was in a state today, like a small citizen who lived and worked in peace and contentment, and did not have the cold mentality that he should have in the past to carry out tasks.

With such a state of mind, No. 528 pondered the question in a bit of confusion, and unconsciously, he slowly entered the dream.

In the dream, a white-bearded old man sat cross-legged in front of a chess board, looking at him with a smile on his face, moving from horse to horse from time to time, and a game of chess gave people the illusion that he could play for a long time.

There was no talk all night, only the sound of movies playing on the TV filled the room......

Jianghu Pavilion, a hotel that imitates the decoration of a restaurant in a costume drama, has stood in Nanzhen for nearly 20 years, witnessing the prosperity history of a generation of heroes, and also witnessing a generation of heroes who were finally ruined by a hairy boy, his wife was separated, and his career withered.

The vicissitudes of life and rain, words and rumors are distorted, but the gods will sigh.

At this time, it was already more than four o'clock in the evening, and all kinds of restaurants were ready to welcome guests, and No. 528 was no exception. The welcome at the door, the à la carte service, the food runners, the waiters in the hall or the box, no matter how hard and tired they are, all show a smiling expression of thanking God for throwing the money into Satan's pocket and then into our hands.

While this is a biased statement, the good thing is only if the boss is wise enough and his management, chefs, and waiters are talented enough, otherwise they will only have a smile on their faces......

In this way, the waiters are in such a mood, Jianghu Pavilion, open the door to welcome guests!

In a box on the second floor of the Jianghu Pavilion, Chu Madge and Zhang Wen sat in the main and deputy seats, and beside the two, sat two beauties with the characteristics of oriental beauties, one with a quiet face and the other with a cunning look, forming a sharp contrast. Looking at the quiet beauty in her arms, she is holding a two- or three-year-old girl, although she is lively and well-behaved, but what is surprising is that her hair looks extremely white, as if snowflakes only fall on her body. The tranquil beauty and Chu Yangge teased the pitiful white-haired girl from time to time, and their faces couldn't help but show a smile of care and affection. Looking at the two seats by the door, there were two young men, one seventeen or eighteen years old, and the other a few years younger, fourteen or fifteen years old. In front of these two young people, they are each dealing with a plate of dumplings, the filling inside is minced beef with pepper kneaded, a bite down, the pepper spicy and the tightness of the beef, can not help but make people's eyes shine.

"Poof—Daddy stinks."

Suddenly, the white-haired girl in the arms of the tranquil beauty pouted and made a squirting sound, and then pointed to Chu Madge and said in a milky voice, after finishing speaking, without waiting for others to react, she actually laughed first.

Zhang Wen next to him also smiled at this time and pushed Chu Crazy Song with his elbow: "Eh, Chu stinks." ”

"Hey, it stinks and doesn't kill you." Chu Yangge had a smile on his face even more, and couldn't help but smile and scold at Zhang Wen, then turned his head and hugged the white-haired girl into his arms, constantly teasing her.

Zhang Wen on the side also stretched out his hand from time to time to make a pistol appearance, pointed his fingertips at the white-haired girl, and then made a "pop" sound with his mouth, the white-haired girl turned out to be the same, stretched out her little hand in front of her eyes, squinted her eyes as if she was aiming, but it was always interrupted by Chu Yangge's teasing on the side.

"Little Sugar Baby, let's see what my godmother bought you?" Just as the white-haired girl was smiling happily, a blue fat doll suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.

"Doraemon—"

"Come, Xiao Tangbao is holding Doraemon, is it okay for godmother to hold Xiao Tangbao?" From time to time, a hint of cunning flashed in her eyes, and the beautiful woman shook the doll in her hand while seducing Sugar Baby.

"Hug." After all, he couldn't resist the temptation of his favorite doll, and Sugar Baby opened his hands almost at the same time, letting the young "godmother" in front of him take him away.

For a while, the atmosphere in the box can be said to be extremely harmonious and warm.

"It seems that Your Excellency's life is very enviable."

Chu Yangge's heart jumped violently, and then he sank his face, patted the waist of the quiet beauty beside him, and motioned for her to go out first. Zhang Wen on the side was also close to the ear of the sly-eyed beauty: "Take Tangbao and Chu Yang out." ”

Soon, only Chu Yangge, Zhang Wen and Zhang Miao, who was still struggling with beef dumplings, were left in the box.

"Hopefully, you don't meddle in anything other than the mission." Chu Yangge couldn't help muttering in his heart, the other party was introduced by him through a friend in the army, although there was a lot of unclear information, but at least, he knew what kind of identity the other party had.

"I'm not interested in what is around you." The owner of the sudden voice did not appear, but spoke to himself, "This little guy is no different from an ordinary child. ”

"You don't mean to say that you are a person with a fairly complete intelligence system, do you?" Zhang Wen, who was sitting on the side, patted Chu Crazy Song as comforting, and at the same time tried to calm down his voice.

"I received this task temporarily, and I didn't know much about it, so I ......" No. 528 hooked the corners of his mouth slightly, his eyes looked at Chu Yangge's somewhat gloomy face playfully, and finally laughed mockingly: "Even if I miss, if something happens, my boss won't do anything to me! Hahahaha! ”

Calm and cold, with a dry breath like a flame burning in the desert in his heart, Chu Yange's eyes and expression seemed to exude a daunting aura!

It was like the moment when a cheetah was attacking its prey not far away, and the moment when the lion king pounced on the challenger who dared to challenge its majesty. A murderous aura continued to rise on Chu Yange's body!

Chu Crazy Song, once the fiercest mad dog in Nanzhen! Now the sleeping lion is full of tenderness because of his family!

At this time, he actually showed a fierce face and had a murderous intention!