In New York, in a luxury office on the top floor of a high-end office building in the Manhattan area, an obese Caucasian man is devouring a table of Italian-style food in front of him. When he sent down the Italian red stew in his mouth with a glass of red wine, he glanced at a middle-aged man in his fifties with gray hair in front of him with disdain.

"You said your name was Monroe?" As the fat man spoke, he had already shifted his attention to a business card on the table. The business card is written in both English and Latin with a few simple phrases - Dark Night - No. 1 - Andreas. Monroe.

"Yes, but Mr. Fredo shouldn't be interested in my name." The middle-aged man named Monroe smiled slightly, glanced at his watch, and continued: "I have finished talking about what I should say, I don't know what your answer is, Mr. Freredo?" ”

"You're saying someone paid two million dollars for my life?" The obese man, Fredo, continued as he continued to stuff food into his mouth: "What else did you say? The blood is all in my stomach when I eat, and there is not enough blood here ......"

As he spoke, Fredo pointed to his head, and then continued: "Again, I didn't hear clearly just now, this time I said it slowly......"

Fredo's words were obviously mocking, but Monroe didn't have the slightest annoyed expression on his face, and after smiling slightly, he said, "If you need Mr. Fredo, of course there is no problem with this......

Speaking of this, Monroe paused, and after glancing at several cameras on the wall, intentionally or unintentionally, he continued to smile and said, "I have come this time to inform Mr. Fredo of something on behalf of the dark night. Three days ago, a gentleman who did not wish to be named entrusted us with the idea of ending your life, Mr. Fredo, in a week for two million. But with the rules of the night, you have one more chance to redeem your life. If you voluntarily pay double the amount of your self-ransom, which is four million dollars. For the next year, Mr. Fredo, you will be under the protection of the night, and no individual or group will be able to spy on your life......"

"Hahaha....... ahem......" As soon as Monroe's words were finished, Fredo began to laugh insolently. But after laughing a few times, I choked on the food in my mouth. He coughed violently a few times, and waited until he had recovered his breath before he said to Monroe, "You think I'm Silvio. Is Frededo a hillbilly who has never seen the market? I started killing people when I was fourteen, and at the age of twenty-five someone offered a reward for my life. But now I'm sitting here enjoying my life, and all those who want my life have seen God......"

As he said this, Fredo picked up the business card on the table. After taking a second look at the content above, he threw out the business card in his hand, and then looked at Monroe very arrogantly and continued: "Don't think I don't know about your indiscriminate tricks, first made up a myth called the dark night. Wait until you scare me, and then scam me out of four million dollars......"

This time, without waiting for Fredo to finish, Monroe stood up first. Picking up the business card that had fallen to his feet and putting it away again, he smiled at Fredo and said, "Then I can understand - Mr. Fredo, you voluntarily gave up the opportunity to redeem yourself?" ”

After being silent for a while, Ferredo looked up at Monroe and said, "At least you have to show a little sincerity to prove that you are not a liar, and tell the name of your employer, who is going to spend two million to take my life." ”

"I'm sorry, I can't help you with this," Monroe smiled slightly, and continued: "Not to betray your employer is the most basic rule of the night...... As he spoke, Monroe sat down in the chair in front of Fredo again.

Frededo sneered, but the answer didn't seem to affect his appetite. As Fredo poured red wine into his glass, he said to Monroe, who was smiling at him, "Get out of here, bastard!" Get out of my room before I change my mind and screw your head off......"

Just as Fredo's last word came out of his lips, Monroe suddenly smiled strangely, and then said to himself, "I really don't like this......"

Just as Monroe uttered his lips with the last word, the scene around him suddenly stopped, and the bottle in Ferredo's hand kept pouring red wine into the glass. To be precise, all the scenery in the entire office is suddenly at a standstill. Even the red wine that flowed out of the bottle froze instantly, and everything looked like a still picture.

It was at this time that Monroe suddenly moved. He walked up to Feredo in a few steps, sighed, and said to himself, "I really don't like this ......" As he spoke, Monroe had already put the slender index finger of his right hand into Fredo's mouth, and skillfully poked the food residue in his mouth into his trachea.

Monroe then wiped his index finger, which was covered in slime and food debris, against the napkin on Feredo's chest. Then he turned back to his seat, and the moment Monroe's ass touched the chair. The stillness in the office suddenly disappeared, "Bang! With a bang, the bottle in Feredo's hand was thrown to the floor. I saw that his two hands were desperately grasping his neck, coughing violently, and at the same time inhaling into his mouth in between coughs.

However, Frededo tried his best to feed, and there was not a trace of air down his trachea to reach his lungs. It's just a partial effort, and the fat man's face has turned the same color as pork liver. At this moment, the door to his office suddenly opened from the outside, and Fredo's bodyguards broke in. The leader of the group would have lifted him up from under Fredo's armpit, and then, with the help of several others, began to turn Feredo upside down.

"Gentlemen, in view of the present situation of Mr. Frededo, I suggest calling an ambulance." Seeing the incomprehensible movements of the bodyguards, Monroe stood up and continued to the men with big shoulders and round waists: "Mr. Fredo should have choked on food, if the ambulance personnel had come earlier, he would have saved ......" As he spoke, Monroe had already stood up from his chair and turned around and walked towards the door.

"Hey! You can't leave until this matter is clarified! "When one of the bodyguards saw Monroe leaving, he went over to stop him. But before he could make a move, the leader of the bodyguards shouted: "Leave him alone!" Just now we had a few pairs of eyes staring at the monitor, and the boss choked on himself, and it has nothing to do with this person......"

Fifteen minutes later, when first responders arrived at the scene, Silvio. Fredo had died of anger due to an 'accident'.

A few more minutes later, when Monroe appeared outside the office building, ready to walk to the car parked on the side of the road. His body paused suddenly, then he suddenly looked back into the air behind him, and smiled strangely at the roof of a building next to him.

At the top of that building, a gunman with a sniper rifle hid in a vent, the bullseye of the scope facing Monroe's head a few hundred meters away. After seeing Monroe's smile from the scope, the sniper's body trembled inexplicably, and a sense of foreboding suddenly filled his body.

Just when the sniper steadied himself, just as he was about to pull the trigger. Monroe, who had been fixed in the bull's-eye, suddenly disappeared out of thin air, and the sniper was startled, adjusted the muzzle of the gun and looked around, where was there still Monroe......

After a few moments, the sniper suddenly came to his senses, threw the sniper rifle in his hand, and at the same time got out of the ventilation duct, turned around and ran towards the staircase. But the moment the sniper turned around, his body froze and stood motionless. Seeing that Monroe, who was still under his gun just now, was already standing at the top of the stairs in these ten seconds, and after looking the gunman up and down, Monroe smiled and said: "Tell me who your boss is, and I will ......."

Before Monroe could finish his words, he saw that the gunman's face and other exposed skin colors instantly turned red, and the gunman's face became distorted from the extreme pain. After Monroe frowned slightly, he took a few steps back and said, "Even the back road is broken, it's really good to count everything......"

Before Monroe finished speaking, he saw the gunman's body suddenly "Whew!" A fire broke out. The gunman only wailed twice, then fell to the ground motionless, allowing the fire to burn him to ashes. In just a few tens of seconds, a good and decent living person became a pile of gray-white charred ash scattered all over the ground.

When Monroe saw this scene, the expression on his face relaxed, and after turning around in place, he turned his gaze on the charred ash on the ground again, and said to himself, "The power of fire?" It's getting more and more fun to control from a distance......"