The islands of Sumatra have always been a tourist destination and a paradise for vacations.

As the sun sets, the majestic mosque rises above the sea, and the majestic scenery and devout faith give a veil of peace and tranquility to the traditional Muslim architecture of the region.

As the sunset ensembles, couples stroll through this beautiful city in pairs and make eternal promises, while travelers from all over the world seize the beautiful scenes and forget about time.

The sea in the distance gently touches the reef, making a moving sound, whispering softly in the ear, which is particularly pleasant and unforgettable; The sound comes from the depths of nature, from dreams and from afar.

High up on the shore by the sea, there is a thriving wooden house bar.

The soft and sultry saxophone begins to stir the peachy night, where bewitching exotic tourists unleash their drunken lives to the fullest, and in an inconspicuous corner of the house, a man and a woman sit quietly out of place with the hustle and bustle.

The tall and handsome white man gently shook the goblet in his hand with a pair of clean and unseemly hands, the scarlet wine swirled in the crystal clear glass, and the white man's eyes showed a look of inexplicable excitement, I don't know if it was because of the wine or the scarlet.

The woman sitting across from him was also white, and she had a series of typical foreign beauties, with a tall nose, sexy red lips, and a fiery figure, and the most fascinating thing was her seductive eyes, all of which had a faint charm when they moved.

"Samael, it looks like you're not in a good mood." The woman's small and nimble tongue gently scratched a sip of wine in the glass, and her fair face flushed with two flushes, looking seductive and seductive.

"Checia, put away your little trick of pretense, it might be useful to fool the ignorant fool, but it will only make me sick." Samael's deep blue eyes showed disgust, he knew how perverted the woman named Chesia was in front of him, God had given her perfect appearance, but hell had given her an extremely vicious heart.

There are no less than a hundred men who have died in her hands, maybe you are still excited to roll the sheets with her tonight, for which you will go to heaven, but the next second you will experience what fear is, she will use all kinds of vicious means to destroy you, such as cutting open your little XX, watching you wail in pain, or dissecting your brain when you don't know it, scooping up your white brains and feeding them to the dogs, all of which can make her happy, even orgasmic.

If there are still people in the organization who they hate, then there are only two, and one is the one in front of you.

Where there is light, there is darkness, killers, they have always existed throughout the ages, they are good at hiding, they are good at camouflage, they are free on the stage and behind the scenes of the world, floating on the surface of the water or sinking in the deep sea.

If what people see every day can be turned into light, then all the darkness in this world is concentrated in one place, the black web.

The black web, the abbreviation of a communication center for all the people in the black zone of the world, it is a kind of daily world pretender, it carries the dark side of this world, and the things released on it can shock ordinary people at will, but the size is different, but this does not prevent it from existing for a long time, no one has ever seen the founder, here, you can find everything you want in the dark, human trafficking, new drugs, black technology, killing entertainment with clear prices, organ trafficking, etc., This is a paradise where they wander in the dark.

And the "Tomb Song" is also related to it.

One of the top 10 grey organizations in the world. Samael and Chessia are both one of them, with Samael codenamed "Eagle Falcon" and Chessia codenamed "Scorpion".

Samael is logistics in the organization, the task of logistics is to find, they have their own unique contact information around the world, Samael is good at finding targets, and then docking with the killer who takes over the task, giving the information of the task target to the executor, and then the executor completes the task, and part of the task bounty is handed over to the organization, and the other part belongs to the killer.

As the executor, there are four executors in the Tomb Song organization, and the "human scorpion" is one of them.

Except for some gray organizations, there are also some lone wanderers, and the biggest difference between lone wanderers and organized ones is that organized executors will not be hung on the black web for bounties.

Executor, Assassination, Intelligence Theft of Various Nations, World Secrets, Mercenary and many other people with a unified title.

"You're still so boring." Chessia glared at the man opposite in anger like an ordinary woman, Samael had a chill, and hurriedly threw the latest information of the black web in his hand onto the table, being stared at by this woman, he always felt dangerous, he just wanted to complete the task as soon as possible, it was really uncomfortable to stay with this woman.

"Let me see what's good?" Chelsea wore black nail polish and gently flipped through the papers.

"Simon Darlock, patriarch of the Italian mafia Nomans family, employer: confidential, price of ten million dollars, demand: death."

"Carlo, the planner of the operation of a terrorist organization, Employer: Knights of the Gambia, price: $500,000, special request: $500,000 to bring to the Holy Church of The Gambia."

Chelsea lifted the blonde hair from his ear and said disdainfully: "Rotten judgment, unlucky fool, the Gambian bunch of wood is not to be messed with." ”

"Li Hemu, Honorary President of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, Leader of Quantum Collision Research, Employer: Confidential, Price: 100 Million US Dollars, Special Requirements: Capture alive and bring an additional 100 million US dollars to the designated location."

"Hehe, this old man has been hanging on the black web for a long time, and I haven't seen anyone succeed, those old madmen in Huaxia have countless secret sentinels around them, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, you won't let me go to death!" Chelsea glanced at Samael, who was drinking, and saw that the other man was ignoring her, and the "boring guy" went on to look at it.

"The ...... of the current president of the United States"

"...... of senior officials of a department in China"

“……”

Chelsea was about to fall asleep, and suddenly his eyes lit up with a charming and shy look, and he opened a page of information and threw it to Samael, "That's it!" ”

Samael glanced meaningfully at the information in his arms, and said flatly: "You are a step late, this task has been taken over." So he shrugged his shoulders and looked helpless.

"Who dares to rob the old lady of food!" For a moment, Chelsea's eyes were terrifyingly cold, and Samael was not afraid at all, with a hint of amusement in his voice.

"You know, who else in the organization is going to take on this task besides you."

“fu c k！ That bitch! Chelsea's chest rose and fell, and even the two peaks in his chest trembled.

"The information shows that this oriental man has disappeared for a few months! People all over the world are looking for him, and that bitch is obviously taking a vacation when he takes on this task! This is against the rules of the organization! ”

Samael ignored her, and tasted the fine red wine in his hand, and after a while, Chelsea was like a deflated ball, with a look of resentment, and the high concentration of vodka poured into his mouth like boiled water.

"Bichi! If the old lady had beaten her, she would have thrown her limbs into Africa to work as a prostitute for those low-class laborers! ”

"But you can't beat her."

"Bichi!!"

"Excuse me, may I have a drink with this beautiful lady next to you?" A handsome and handsome young man suddenly appeared in front of the two, his eyes were blazing and he looked at the sultry Chelsea, and the desire in his eyes could not be concealed.

Samael took his glass and glanced behind him, and found that there were three or four equally young lads at the bar, all of them showing excitement and uneasiness, and even one of the chubby-looking fellows peeked shyly at the place, and then looked at their dress, except for the handsome young man in front of him, everyone else had a kind of fledgling youth.

As a "battle-hardened" Samael, how could he not know what this group of young men was thinking, it was nothing more than a male hormonal eruption, coupled with the teasing of fine wine, and he had the courage to come to the bar to hook up with beautiful women, and it was better to go back to school and read two more books if he had this time.

"Hey, boy, if I were to go back to your seat and do what you had to do, instead of coming over like a male dog in heat."

Samael's merciless words angered the young man in front of him, and his face instantly turned red, but the well-educated man only hid his dissatisfaction in his eyes, and then raised his eyebrows at Chelsea, who was indifferent to the scenery, and said gentlemanly:

"Beautiful lady, I guess you also hate this guy's tone, why don't you get out at a table with us, go out and play, and always stay away from your troubles, how about it?"

Chelsea's seductive eyes turned faintly with a streamer, as if he had encountered something funny, chuckled, his body trembled slightly, and the two huge peaks on his chest also trembled, which straightened the eyes of the handsome guy.

"Look, Samael, this mouth of yours is really annoying."

The handsome young man thought that his words would irritate the annoying man, but he became angry and made a fool of himself, but Samael glanced at the handsome young man like a dead man, and smiled inexplicably.

"Seriously, young man, you can really go home early today, close your door, take your baby from under the bed and vent it with your hands, rest assured that no one will laugh at you, you can call it 'McGonagall's Happy Hour.'"

McGonagall was stunned for a moment, then his face turned pale, and he glanced around nervously, and found that there was nothing abnormal, so she asked excitedly:

"Damn, you're not following me! How else would you know my name! ”

Samael got up and didn't want to answer the question, are young people all idiots nowadays? Just now, the name of "McGonagall McGonagall" was always heard on the bar, and I couldn't find it if I wanted this, what is it called?

At the moment, he didn't say much, and he also reminded him "kindly", so he said hello to Chelsea and turned to leave.

Outside, and inside the house are completely two worlds, the sea seems to burst out of its last strength in the last afterglow of the setting sun, beating the reef hard, the warm wind blowing away the circle of foam, the forest in the distance greedily sucking the last ray of sunlight, Samael stands on a high ground and looks out at the city across the bay, and looks back at the noisy wooden houses, his eyes full of sympathy.

"Poor young man, maybe after today, you won't be able to have a 'happy time' even if you have your hands."