Leaving Barclays Trust Bank, his steps were heavy and the sky was gray, and Bill was about to go to the store, when he suddenly felt a strange gaze.

"Someone watching?"

Not a woman's sixth sense, maybe a wizard's.

Pick up your pace and enter a grocery store, and the feeling of being watched disappears.

When he walked out of the store with cotton, iron pipes, cardboard boxes, wire, glue and other items, he was re-surveilled.

"Hey, crappy killer, found you!"

"Come on, come on, I'm missing the bed bugs from the darkness right now!"

His body trembled slightly, his left hand held his right hand, trying to restrain the excitement of the unknown, his patience with a certain woman had reached its limit, and he urgently needed to vent.

Pedestrians hurried through the field of vision, and Bill could not see their faces, only hear the hooves of horses and the barking of dogs, as he walked, his pale brown eyeballs rolling from side to side, looking for prey.

The killer is very cautious and only watches Bill's every move from afar, and the last defeat has taught him that the target person does not seem to be as simple as the commission description.

Bill could only vaguely feel his gaze open, unable to determine the direction, and they were both very patient, waiting for the other party to show the flaw first.

Shadows flowed through his body, striking his nerves and making Bill even more excited, though he struggled to remain cautious, and in a complicated world, he could only live carefully.

But it is also necessary to learn to release repression, such as......

"Kill those who are so stupid that they want to kill themselves. 」

The thought lingered in Bill's mind for a long time, and it was simple and violent, without feeling guilty.

"It's for survival!"

Wandering the streets for a while, full of annoying cops and dogs, after buying healthy food, he plans to return to the brick building, but the killer is slow to act.

"Disappointing coward. 」

"It seems that he only dares to act in the night, which is exactly what I want. 」

Lunch consisted of beef and vegetables, a few pieces of white bread, and a boiled egg.

After the meal, he locked himself in the second-floor room, closed the curtains, and fiddled with small objects in the shadows to deal with the killer who couldn't see the light.

Take out cotton, iron pipes, cardboard boxes, wire, glue, and two revolvers.

Half of the iron tube is put on the barrel, the cardboard shell is cut into small pieces, glued together, rolled with cotton and stuffed into the space between the barrel and the iron pipe.

Then fix the iron pipe with iron wire and glue, fully soak the cotton, and complete the simple silencer.

The pistol is pointed at the beams of the house.

Syllable!

The wooden beams had been pierced, sawdust had fallen, and the gunfire had been reduced so much that it could only be heard inside the room.

He was very satisfied, this level was enough.

Slowly open the curtains, and night has begun to fall.

Acting as planned, Bill returns to the attic and lights the kerosene lamp.

To make the killer think he was letting his guard down, Bill set up three bronze binoculars on a wooden table and lay back on the plank bed, exposing part of his body for the window to see.

"Don't let me down again. ”

The killer has been observing for a long time during the day, and he will definitely come tonight, and it will not be too late.

Lying on the wooden bed, the attic was low and oppressive, the cold wind blew into the attic, and the shadows of all the objects swayed with the flames, big and small, except for Bill's.

It was crawling up the wooden table along the bottom of the bed.

The shadow eyeball suddenly appeared, struggling to break away from the tabletop and become an ellipsoidal sphere, where the shadow connects to the table like a nerve vein that extends and transmits the image back to the brain.

The eyeball is hidden behind a single-hole telescope and monitors out the window.

No killer found.

"Is it hidden somewhere else, maybe one eyeball is not enough, and there is a blind spot in the vision?"

As soon as the thought arose, the eyeballs suddenly made an indiscretable explosion sound, and the shadow eyeballs actually disintegrated, turning into two, and a split image appeared in the brain instantly.

The shadow eyes looked at each other, a little confused, and in a moment they became familiar.

Squinting their eyelids at the same time, the shadow eyeballs seem to be laughing, and then they emerge from the window and swim in different directions.

Outside the window, the sky is darker, the moonlight is bleak, and the night is completely falling, and darkness is the best cover for shadows.

Shifting his gaze to the wall, a suspicious figure flashed by, hiding behind a large tree across the street.

The killer was wearing a black trench coat, a mask, a dark brown leather suitcase, and a pure copper binoculars to observe, and his eyes were quietly approaching and came behind him.

His eyelids bent into crescents, and he snickered silently.

"Found you. 」

The killer watched for a long time, and finally retracted the telescope and stepped across the brick building.

The eyeballs rolled and jumped, extremely excited, one turning back into a shadow, the other perched on the figure of the killer, following all the way.

The picture in my head switches, returning to the perspective of the big screen, like a silent nostalgic movie, the picture is only black and white.

The killer walked through the small door into the small building opposite the brick building, the small building was much more dilapidated than the brick building, he carried a large leather bag, came to a north-facing hut on the second floor, and opened the leather bag.

Bill saw that the first layer in his purse was a three-piece murder suit.

Ropes, daggers, pistols.

Turning over the first layer, the second layer is a sniper rifle with a barrel and a body that is completely separated and needs to be assembled by itself.

Retracting the shadow eyeballs, Bill stretched and slipped on the silencer.

Pushing open the door, walking down the stairs quickly, the corners of her mouth rose slightly, and when she pushed the door and left, the fat woman was still washing clothes in the corridor, and she couldn't help but be stunned when she saw Bill's expression.

"What's going on with him lately, how has he been mad, has he been stimulated during his time away from Brittus?"

"And it's strange that he suddenly made so much money, whether he recently got an inheritance. ”

The fat woman shook her head and shook off her thoughts.

After a while, the doorbell rang again, and a middle-aged man in a brown trench coat walked into the brick building, carrying the wind and dust, and looked around.

"Excuse me, I want to ask, does Williams Cliff live here?"

"You are?"

The fat woman got up to dry her palms, even more confused, no one had ever come to the door to look for Williams before.

"I'm his colleague. ”

The middle-aged man took off his hat and nodded slightly to the fat woman, who thought he was a gentleman and even a little handsome.

"Bill does live here, he's just out and should be back soon, you ...... Wait here for a while, I'll pour you some hot water!"

The fat woman suddenly became enthusiastic and welcomed the middle-aged man into the room.

......

Picking up his pace, Bill plans to surprise the killer and repay him for his company throughout the day.

If you track, you can also count as companionship.

Walking into the dilapidated building, the smell of mold is on your face, the corridor ceiling is low, there is a noise and children crying in the depths, the kerosene lamp is faint, Bill hears someone flushing the toilet, and there are many people playing cards.

Coming to the spiral staircase, my heart beat faster, nervousness and excitement hit at the same time, and I walked up the stairs steadily, and the noise gradually faded away, leaving only the sound of footsteps.

Click, click, click......

The stairwell grew darker, and the sound of footsteps echoed in the narrow strip, dull and steady.

The second floor was deserted and even more dilapidated, rows of wooden doors covered in dust, deadbolts covered in rust, and a few broken doors, scarlet moonlight shining through the windows, painting the cold night with a touch of madness.

Slow down and tiptoe.

There was only a heartbeat left in his ears, he was doing crazy things, and he knew that everything seemed to be normal, and it didn't seem to be abnormal.

"Catch alive. 」

"Hah!"

"If there's any resistance, shoot!"

His arms trembled, and he faced the killer head-on for the first time, nervous and excited.

......

Boom!

"Raise your hands or you'll smash your head. ”

Kicking open the wooden door with all his might, he held a gun in one hand.

There were no lights, no furniture, dust everywhere, and the killer had set up his sniper rifle by the window, pouting in search of Bill.

He turned his head abruptly, his face stunned.

"You ......"

"Shut up, what do I ask, what do you say, or you will get a bad ass. ”

Bullets flew off the sniper rifle, improvised silencers were put on the muzzle, and no one paid attention upstairs.

The killer subconsciously swallowed his saliva, raised his hands, and slowly turned to face Bill.

"First question, why did you kill me?"

“...... Someone hired me to kill you, and he provided you with your address and photo. ”

"Who is he?"

"I don't know, we don't know what we do......"

Syllable!

The bullet grazed underneath, and the killer felt a chill, and he knew that the person in front of him was not joking.

"He's scared, it's funny. 」

Horror was seen in the killer's eyes, and an inexplicable smiling face with a pair of crazy eyes, a face that made Bill feel strange.

"Who is he?"

"Friend, I really don't know, please don't shoot, let me finish talking. ”

"We don't meet directly with the client, and for the security and privacy of the client, I receive the commission through an intermediary, and I also get a commission from the intermediary. ”

The killer spoke faster, and finished speaking in one breath, although he and Bill were not familiar with each other, he already knew that the client was talking nonsense when he said that this man was very good.

"Middleman, how much is the mercenary fee, and when will you take this commission?"

Bill was a little curious.

“...... 800 gold pounds. ”

"I took the commission three months ago, but you suddenly disappeared without a trace, I thought it was no fun, and I was about to leave, but you suddenly appeared again. ”

The killer seemed to be tired with his hands, dropped in position, and answered questions honestly.

"Williams was targeted three months ago. 」

"This life is worth ...... $20,000, a joy to hear. 」

Bill thinks wildly, and when he comes into this world, he becomes more cranky.

"Friend, please let me go, I have limited ability to complete the commission, and I will definitely not bother you in the future. ”

The killer spreads his hands and takes two steps forward.

“......”

"Answer the last question, you can leave, how do you find a middleman?"

"If you want to find a middleman in Brittes, just go to the flea market in the old town, there is an alley in the no-man's land on the north side, and at the end of the walk is a bar, no signboard ......"

His arm was a little sore, and Bill moved his shoulder twice, revealing the flaw.

The killer seizes the opportunity and rushes to his prey.

Suddenly, he seemed to see a face as cold as ice, full of teasing.

There was another hand with a gun.

Syllable!

The killer fell to the ground, spitting blood from his mouth and convulsing, blood splattering on his face, a little warm.

"Whew-"

"Whew-"

Take a deep breath, the dust and the smell of blood mingle, roll into the chest, and the feeling of pressure being released is wonderful.

"Hehe......"

"You can always give me a reason to shoot, and I will feel guilty before I leave. ”

"Hey, let that woman taste the bullets too?"

"It's too easy, it's too easy, it's a relief to die on the spot......"

"Hehe......"

The revolver slipped silently, covering his face with one hand, and his neck was broken, and a slit was pulled out of his heart.

"When will they know that the killer has failed and send the next one?"

"Ah, I almost forgot, I still have something to do. ”

The door was closed, the tattered curtains were closed, no one knew what was going on here, the noisy playing of cards never stopped, and the annoying children were crying.

The blood slowly coagulated, and the palm of his hand touched the corpse, and he frowned unconsciously.

Once again, he made it clear that he hated touching other people's bodies very much, and he refused to touch them, whether they were alive or dead.

Although living in the foggy capital, Williams subconsciously thinks that the man is disgusting, which means that he is not a, which is worth celebrating. ”

He pressed his hand back into the blood, unleashing the power of shadows, and the black shadow instantly spread, like a plague of locusts.

They ate at the blood faster than any object, and as it melted into the blood, the shadows struggled into the corpses.

Squeaky ......

Squeaky ......

The corpses were covered in shadows, invading, gnawing, collapsing, like ice cubes melting, until they were all swallowed up by darkness, and could not be seen as they were.

When the corpses were all eroded, the shadows seemed to finally be satisfied, and they returned the way they came, quieting down.

A cold current forced his mind to cool down, and Bill closed his eyes and felt the power return to his body, which was the right to manipulate the life and death of others.

Shaking his head convulsively, he opened his eyes again, his eyes calming again.

"The power of shadows can indeed erode even the human body. ”

"I don't know if this thing has any other use. ”

"Put it away first. ”

A shadow circle appears on the soles of his feet, and the shadow circle seems to be a little larger than it was when he was in Ji Kronsi, and the dark shadow falls into the shadow space.

Bill put away the killer equipment and left indifferently, not half sad.

"The delegator will not notice that the killer has disappeared anytime soon, and this time must be utilized. 」

"Follow Viscount Goode from tomorrow to get enough information to threaten him and retrieve the safe. 」

"Johnny's package hasn't arrived yet, I'm going to move soon. 」

「...... When the time comes, I will have to go to the middleman, but I will have to wait until all these things are done. 」

Leaving the noisy first floor, the cold wind blows outside the building, and the cool can also make the mood comfortable.

"But who exactly wants to kill Williams, and the mercenary doesn't know his true identity, so he will find an ordinary killer to come and send him to his death?"

"No, there's so little information, there are countless possibilities, I need to know more. 」

Crossing the street, Bill struggled to stop thinking, his steps unusually light.