Three hundred meters away, Bill's gaze was like a torch, piercing through the obstacles and clearly catching his shadow.

"How cunning!?"

Bill saw that the guy still looked in his direction from time to time, and it didn't look like he had given up at all, and the man stood there for a long time before he looked around, and walked towards this side unhurriedly.

This person, the person who tracked it, did not rely on talent, but on knowledge and skills, and simulated on the spot, and finally found the right direction correctly.

"Humph!"

Bill snorted, then laughed slowly.

Keep turning around.

"Although I have some ability, I actually want to challenge me."

Bill walked, unhurriedly, observing the man a few hundred meters behind him.

But he searched for a long time, but he couldn't find a particularly suitable spot, and the time passed, and at ten o'clock in the evening, he found that he had unconsciously come full circle.

Bill swallowed and looked at the tea shed and property that came back in front of him.

Laughed and sat down and begged for a free cup of tea.

The person behind him has been following him for a long time, and even a few times halfway, Bill lost his vision, but when Bill thought he had given up several times, that person actually sneakily followed.

For a Spy, both tracking and counter-tracking are must-haves.

A small bowl of tea, drunk clean, Bill finally saw the silhouette of the man again.

"That's a lot of patience."

Bill exhaled and glanced at the crumbling three-story tower, it seemed that this was the only place to go.

With a flick of his sleeves, Bill turned his head and strode away.

The abandoned three-storey building is so striking and secluded throughout the street.

The door to the tower, which was open, was open when Bill stepped in, and a thick layer of dust had been deposited on the ground.

Bill ignored it, and instead strode the meteor in, leaving a trail of visible footprints on the ground.

I hope that guy has the courage to keep tracking. ’

Bill's expression was cold, and he walked up the stairs, and looked at the stairs that were already very broken, and Bill tentatively went up, and the stairs trembled and creaked slightly.

Bill didn't hesitate anymore and walked to the second floor in three or two steps.

Should this be a good place?

Around the black hole, ordinary people can't see, but Bill's eyes are as usual.

The second floor is very empty and gloomy, probably because people and things have been moved, only a broken sofa.

Bill's footsteps were quiet and he moved to the balcony fence on the second floor.

Soon, he waited for the shadow that had been there all along, and under Bill's gaze, the man actually sat down in the same place, and asked for a cup of tea with a little rest.

Bill stared at him coldly, without the slightest hint of life, and his whole body was one with the tower, lifeless.

Bill stared at his prey, and the other looked at him with the same blank face.

This man, sitting on the tattered sofa behind him, covered in dust and cobwebs, was leaning back, looking at Bill motionlessly with an expressionless face.

For a moment, Bill moved, and suddenly turned his head and looked at the broken couch, but it was empty.

Bill was furious, and it seemed that something bad was going to happen.

He closed his eyes and relied on perception with all his might.

What can be perceived is still - the dead silence of nothing.

Bill was relieved, feeling that he had been overly worried, and refocused his eyes downstairs.

The person on the sofa has always been crossed by Erlang's legs, and he has not moved for half a minute, and the strange thing is that Bill can't even see him, and he can't feel the slightest breath.

Bill's actions even made a momentary eye contact with this person, and Bill simply didn't notice it at all.

The man sitting on the sofa seemed to be tired from sitting for too long, and he didn't look in Bill's direction, but rubbed his brow to himself, then got up, went downstairs, and left

During this time, there was no movement, and he passed by the spy who pretended to be standing at the door.

A chess piece that has lost its value should not be given up rather than bothering about it.

Josephine shook the long, sharp thorn between his fingertips, and looked at the footprints on the ground on the first floor, then stood in front of the door and looked up.

"Whether you're one of those detectives or not, you're dead."

Josephine smiled naturally, then took off her cloth coat, made a quick cut in it, rubbed it around the dust on the ground, took the kettle, poured half a pot of water on herself, and finally put her clothes on.

At night, it was a little cold, and a man whose clothes were tattered and shivering from the cold was stuck in his cuffs, and the cat went upstairs trembling with his waist shivering.

The lack of light at night makes it even more difficult to distinguish between concealment and camouflage.

But what about the facts? Does Bill need to tell?

Seeing a man sneaking upstairs, Bill immediately lifted the sofa and threw it at the figure.

The large piece of furniture smashed completely on his body before he even realized what was happening.

Shattered on his body.

Josephine only felt the smash make his bones soften.

'How can a person have such great strength?' ’

Two fists, one on the left and one on the right, shot out three shiny spikes respectively, and endured the pain all over his body, he inserted his fists into each other, and poured a full six rhombic thorns into Bill's body when Bill was close to him, and at this moment of success, he was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.

Until Bill, who looked like he always grabbed him by the collar with one hand and threw a hard punch into his head.

A whirling punch, Josephine tried it for the first time, and a person's fist was so terrifying.

The strong physique that has been trained since childhood has lost his five senses under this surprising and simple punch, and the punch smashed him as if he had left this world, empty as heaven.

Bill pinched this soft and powerless body, like pinching off his head, but unexpectedly, as soon as Bill stretched out his palm, the man's sanity returned, and his body burst out of strength in an instant.

Bill sneered, just grabbing his clothes.

However, to Bill's astonishment, a scene occurred.

The man jumped up, grabbed Bill's upper body, and then twisted his body, and the clothes on his body covered Bill's head.

Woooo

In an instant, Bill's hands tore the tattered cloth to shreds.

In the next second, in the pupils, a dagger the size of a finger quickly expanded.

Bill leaned back with all his might, carrying with him the dexterous shadow on his body.

But the dagger, which didn't slip into Bill's eye, sliced into his throat in one fell swoop.

If Bill wasn't an energy creature, he would have died a few times.

Bill was shocked and angry, and his hands were even more ruthless, trying to grab the man alive and tear him apart.

Bill grabbed his trouser leg and lifted it above his head.

But with a huge force, he stepped directly on his shoulders and catapulted upwards.

In Bill's hands, only two pieces of cloth remained.

The beams above, the roof, a small hole that had been reopened, Bill could only hear the sound of collision, and there was a hula above his head, and a large piece of wood dust smashed down, and in this puff of smoke and dust, Bill didn't see the situation clearly, and was nailed into his shoulders by two steel needles that flew down.

Smack-

Eventually, a long beam fell and slammed into Bill's head, burying him under the sawdust in one fell swoop.

'Bang-'

Bill only showed one head, and was hit by a broken book that had fallen

Dreams and reality are completely different things.

I don't know where to start, life is really hard.

I've been in the organization for years, but minions are always just minions.

We never stay in one place for a long time, and we often change city life after a few months.

You think that after joining the organization, you can learn all kinds of knowledge and means to control people's life and death, but in fact, a halfway monk like us can only be a minions for a lifetime.

Because high-end methods can only be learned by those orphans who were brought back by them since childhood, and of course, those ten who are brought back can only live one or two.

I also have a home and parents, but I don't dare to go back for fear of endangering them.

I like to be alone when I do things because I can't trust anyone.

I have enemies too, but I can't do anything to them, because that would increase the danger of my exposure.

We have our own secretly cultivated messengers, falcons or night owls.

But our communication methods are divided into inner circles and outer circles, and unfortunately, I am only in the outer circles. As for whether there are more inner circles, I don't know, because they set different information permissions for you according to your ability.

As for the price of the task, the members of the outer circle are all halfway monks like me, and the money for each mission ranges from thousands to tens of thousands, and generally tens of thousands of tasks are fat, and as for the higher ones, they don't have the ability to spend that life.

Many of the tools used in each mission can only be used once and then destroyed, and their prices are particularly high, except for various expenses, the remaining money of each mission is really not as considerable as imagined.

When taking other people's lives, as long as you still have a little conscience, you will have a strong sense of guilt, little by little, day by day, after several missions, I hid alone at a temporary distance and secretly shed tears, and my heart was full of breath.

I've only seen one or two members of the inner circle, and they're the kind of people who are very low-level in the inner circle.

We often hear legends of high-ranking members, they have all been brainwashed to a certain extent, and some even brainwash themselves themselves, such as a very powerful guy who said that everyone who died at his hands was destiny, and I know that people like them really never have a sense of guilt when they kill people.

I came back with a broken finger and was lucky not to die.

I've been observing this goal for a month, and it's still a bit difficult for me, and I need to plan out how to implement it and how to leave after it's done.

The first time I killed someone was led by a veteran who was also a member of the outer circle, and I still remember his code name, called Turtle, because I can't forget how he proudly told me about the thousand-year-old king of 80,000 years of turtles, and only low-key can live long.

Later, he died on a mission to the border, and as long as he completed that mission, he could go to work as an errand manager: managing some of the organization's industries, with high security and changing his identity from dark to clear, which is unavoidable for us. In fact, one-third of the members of the outer circle will die in the assessment task.

Once my target was also a certain black boss on the border, the goal was completed but I was exposed, I ran desperately, and finally jumped into a river with a strong current and was washed out for more than ten miles before being washed ashore, I couldn't swim, my face was scratched by the stones in the river several wounds, and now I still have ugly scars on my face, in fact, I think I am lucky not to die.

After the completion of this mission, I will also participate in the assessment task, so many years have passed, I am not willing to live like this for the rest of my life.

The gap between dreams and reality is really big, everyone, good luck to me.

At the end of the book, there is also a strange hand-painted pattern, a tangled vine flower