The day passed quickly, and the darkness of night took the place of day, obscuring the sky.

At the same time, the street lights were turned on, and the lights were turned on in the shops and buildings, and the number of pedestrians on the street increased.

Towards the end of the year, the atmosphere of the festival is getting stronger and stronger, in the green town, the picture of the family coming out to shop happily can be seen everywhere, and you can always hear joyful laughter on the road.

Compared with this joyful atmosphere, Barthes, who stood alone on the side of the road, seemed a little out of place, and his sad appearance would attract passers-by to look at him from time to time.

Bart turned his neck as he stood on the side of the street, and not far from his field of vision, about a few hundred meters away, was the only passenger station in Greentown, and he could reach it by following the road in front of him.

The green town is actually not big, there are only two or three densely populated areas, and most of the rest of the areas seem to be sparsely populated, and the passenger station has more people during the day, but at night it is exceptionally quiet.

When talking on the phone during the day, Bart and Gong Bing agreed to meet here.

The reason why I chose this place is that there are few people here and it is quiet enough, and second, Bart's home happens to be here, and it is easier to win the trust of Gong Bing for this reason.

Of course, these reasons are all thought up by those who want to deal with Gong Bing, and Bart is just a marionette in the hands of the other party.

It was close to midnight, and the pedestrians on the street were becoming more and more scarce, and the occasional ones were in a hurry.

It was just when Bart's hands and feet were numb, and his body and heart were shivering with cold, that he finally looked forward to Gong Bing.

"You...... Hello, you're here. "It's better when you don't have to face each other on the phone, but when you face each other, Bart doesn't know what to call each other for a while.

Calling the name directly seems a bit familiar, if you don't call the name a nickname....... He didn't have the guts.

Gong Bing didn't know that the other party had this kind of little Jiujiu in his heart, he just nodded casually.

"There is something on the road that has been delayed, lead the way, you won't want to just stand here and talk."

Bart showed an ugly smile, a look of wanting to say something, and finally turned to lead the way.

Even if he didn't have much hope for this, at that moment, Bart wanted to turn to Gong Bing for help, but he didn't say it after all.

Because in order to make him obedient, they also forced him to take poison, and if there was no antidote, he would have died twelve hours later.

The young man didn't know how to worry, he was just an ordinary young man in his teens, how could he have encountered such a life and death crisis, if he hadn't been able to help himself, he would have fled long ago.

And another point is that his unlucky cousin was arrested by the other party again as one of the bargaining chips to blackmail himself, and Bart didn't even have the strength to complain.

Because of this, Bart didn't dare to act recklessly, not to mention that he knew that the other party was definitely staring at him now, and any reckless action by himself would lead to death.

In the middle of winter, the streets are so cold and windy that even dogs don't want to hang out, and even people in thick clothes don't like to stand here and talk.

At this time, on the street, except for a homeless man lying on the ground in the corner of the street, wrapping himself in all kinds of shabby clothes that he found out of nowhere, there were only two people, Gong Bing and Bart.

Led by Bart, the two walked into a café around the corner.

It is a three-storey building, the first floor is a barber shop, the iron gate is closed at this time, and the second and third floors are all cafes, as long as you stand at the door, you can notice that there is a faint yellow light and melodious music coming from it.

Since most of the surrounding buildings are two-storey, guests can sit by the windows on the third floor and have a distant view, and the slightly tall walls and steel truss roof of the passenger terminal seem to be close at hand.

At this time, on a six-story building about 300 meters away from the café, a man with a protruding forehead bone and thick lips was holding a sniper rifle and looking into the distance.

"The pheasant calls everyone, the pheasant calls everyone, the target is walking towards the café, and after ten seconds enters the corridor, I receive a call back, I receive a call back, and the above is over."

At this time, a somewhat cheerful voice came from the headset, and the other party's mouth seemed to be half-covered, so the voice sounded a little dull and muffled, but the partners could hear what the other party was going to say.

But no one responded to him.

At the same time, the thick-lipped man saw his target with a flick of his gun.

In the scope, Gong Bing had just stepped into the hallway, and Bart was climbing up in front of him.

The thick-lipped man didn't aim his crosshair at Gong Bing, and even the focus of his eyes didn't fall on Gong Bing's body, but just used the position of the middle edge of the scope to observe by the afterglow.

According to the intelligence information obtained in advance, the target this time is a secret martial artist, and it is also a genius martial artist.

From the several battle records listed in the intelligence, it can be seen that the strength of the target object is constantly improving, and now it has entered the advanced stage of the human rank, and it has only been less than a year since the practice of martial arts, and the speed of this growth is simply terrifying.

This kind of person's five senses and intuition have always been very keen, and any malicious gaze will attract the attention of the other party, so thick-lipped men dare not look directly at the target, not because they are afraid of the target, but because they are afraid of the failure of the mission.

As far as the thick-lipped man knows, in the current Tutlan country, the only one who can be compared to the target is the one from the Heroic Martial Society.

Although he reached the human level earlier than the target, there was a very big difference between the two.

You must know that he has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and then through a lot of time and a large number of famous teachers, he became a high-level human at the age of sixteen.

"The pheasant second report, the pheasant second report, the target reaches the predetermined position, the target reaches the predetermined position, and, please reply, reply, I'm a little bored."

The headset sounded the sound of a pheasant again.

"Be less verbose, be careful not to expose your gaze, keep your disguise, and stand by in place; Groundhogs are always ready to wait for the target to take the poison, ensure that they will kill with one hit, and remember to pay attention to the condition of the bait, so that he does not expose us; Finally, the flamingo keeps an eye on commands at all times and must remember to do it a moment before the groundhog. ”

Another calm voice sounded, and after reprimanding the pheasant, he gave orders to everyone one by one.

"Okay, okay, you're the boss, pheasant received, pheasant received, always ready, always ready." The pheasant replied weakly, and then added: "I hope it doesn't delay too late, because I'm dying of cold." ”

"Shut up." The man who issued the order couldn't help but say.

The pheasant, who was reprimanded again, immediately closed his mouth, but muttered something randomly and deliberately.

Then, the groundhog didn't speak, but there was an imperceptible tapping sound in the headset.

"Flamingo received." To put it succinctly, the thick-lipped man just moved his mouth, his fingers lightly pressed in front of the trigger, and the crosshair in the sight began to move slowly.

The thought of being able to kill such a genius made Flamingo's heart begin to get excited, not only because of the large amount of remuneration he could receive after the completion of the mission, but also because he could enjoy incomparable pleasure.

That feeling of euphoria is simply worse than taking drugs. The product also made him want to stop.

But the flamingo remained silent, his face still grim, and he had put all his heart into the gun in his hand.

"Huh?"

At this moment, the flamingo crane, who had been expressionless on the surface, frowned slightly, and let out a stunned sound.