(Kill a C-class ability and draw 27,000 units of special energy!) ）

And the merchant who was originally fighting behind the Mexican had been pulled to the second-floor balcony of the villa by the silk thread behind him at this time.

So much nonsense with Mexicans there, naturally, is also to quietly buy time to connect the silk thread here.

As for why buy time......

"Boom!" With a loud bang, the merchant who was moving in the air saw that the place where he was standing just now was hit by a ball of firelight, and the shape seemed to be something like the fireball cast by the wizard in the fantasy novel.

"Who is it?!" The reflection of the sky-high fire in his eyes made the merchant feel palpitations for a while, but fortunately he followed his instincts again, and only then did he dodge this fireball that blew the ground into a huge crater.

Relying on the defense power of the white-fronted stilt spider in its form, if you eat this attack head-on, there is absolutely a possibility of death and no survivorship.

"Do whatever you want in someone else's yard and ask me who I am? What a rude guest......"

A beautiful voice came from all directions, making the merchant feel as if he was in an empty forest.

But in fact he is surrounded by residential areas, although the dwellings are more spaced apart.

'Sure enough, it's not Koslya...... ' thought the merchant.

This sound was full of seduction, and just listening to the sound made a fire ignite in the heart of the merchant.

Needless to say, this must be the hostess of this villa.

But the merchant really didn't understand why such a woman would be willing to become a gangster leader and ask someone to hire someone, even now that he was able to let his intuition constantly remind him of his life-threatening sense.

It wasn't until the merchant saw the woman's face that he had even more doubts about it.

After a short confrontation, the merchant turned his gaze to the roof of the villa and saw a European and American Caucasian woman dressed in black translucent pajamas, with a graceful figure and a beautiful appearance, who was the mistress of the villa and the one who had just fired the fireball.

'So, now the question is, where is that Mexican......

While guarding the witch-like woman, the merchant quietly looked inside from the balcony, looking for the target of this mission.

This time, the merchant decided to follow the killer code in his subconscious memory, and the mission goal was the first priority, which could cause the mission to fail or maybe make his object's first choice to avoid it as much as possible.

But sometimes the development of things is not determined by the will of one party alone, as now, although wearing black transparent pajamas, the hostess of the villa does not seem to be in a hurry to avoid it.

"This is the world of adults, and during the activity time of adults, children should hurry up and go home and sleep!" The hostess said with a smile.

The merchant still didn't speak, but he couldn't find Koslya, who was supposed to be in the bedroom by the balcony, only the messy sheets showed that someone had done something unknown here.

'Where?!' The merchant was a little anxious, and no matter what, she had been here for too long.

Although in this place of Roanapura, the sound of gunfire is as common as the sound of car horns in the downtown area.

But the intensity of gunfire just now, which is almost equivalent to a small-scale low-intensity army clashes, is not very common here, so it must have attracted the attention of many people, especially the people of the Mexican gangs, who must have known that their number three is here.

"What are you looking for? Little brother......" The hostess asked, looking at the merchant who was still silent, "If you're looking for that Mexican, then I can tell you directly!" ”

The merchant was shocked, and at the same time, his mind was racing, but he still couldn't understand what this woman wanted to do.

"Wonder why a stranger would know your goal?" The hostess asked with a playful smile.

"The uninvited guest who appeared here at this time, do you think it will be looking for you?" The merchant teacher satirizes the narcissism of the hostess.

Although her infinite temperament can easily attract moth-fighting men to visit late at night, no fool will come at this time.

"Then what would you do if I said, I know your code name, zombie!"

The hostess's charming and amorous Danfeng eyes flashed with a sharp cold light in an instant, and even the merchant was palpitating in his heart.

The code name that is extremely similar to his own name makes the merchant instantly understand that this is likely to be his action code.

"Chasing the smell of the living like a zombie, unless you can't move, you'll bite the target and swallow it one bite at a time!"

"I didn't expect that terrifying zombie to be a fourteen-year-old child, and he was also a stranger!" The hostess said with interest.

With the hostess's words, the dam in the mind of the merchant that blocked the memory of the past opened again, but it was larger than the previous one, and more memory fragments flowed out.

This time it was no longer as blurry as the previous times, and the clear picture allowed the merchant to see even the facial expressions of the characters in the fragmented scenes.

It's just that the fragments that poured out this time are useless even if they are high-definition, because the protagonist in the picture is expressionless from beginning to end.

Whether it's when you're shooting, training, or killing......

The fragments of memories that were still pouring out of his brain clearly told the merchant that the woman in front of him knew her identity through what channel, and even the hidden identity that she didn't remember knew it.

"The man you're going to kill is there, and I think we can talk about things between us after you've finished your mission......," the hostess casually said to the window on the other side not far from the balcony.

Koslya stood by the window with a frightened face, seemingly unaware of the merchant, even acting as if the window didn't exist.

Without hesitation, he jumped over, and then, after smashing a wall, stood in front of Cosmonya.

"It's you?!" Cosmony screamed like the heroine of a horror movie, but it was just a man screaming in such a voice, it was disgusting.

In order to avoid contamination of his sensitive ears, the merchant decisively broke his neck with a punch, and then returned to the balcony just now without looking at the corpse on the ground.

"Do you wonder why I know this?" The hostess asked.

"Hmmm......"

"Because the person who has sent you the task so far is me, I should have met you half a year ago, but you haven't moved since you took a task, and you haven't been able to lock your specific location."

"But why are we meeting now? Isn't our principle to maintain a sense of mystery among the members? The merchant wondered.

Although he didn't know about this so-called organization at all, the merchant still started to improvise.