"Heh, it's finally here, let me wait!"

In the top-floor apartment of a 32-story building about a kilometer away from the high-tech software park, a middle-aged man with a cold face and a hideous scar on the left side of his face looked at the night vision picture of the monitor in front of him, sneered, and said to himself in a hoarse voice.

He sat in front of the large floor-to-ceiling window, the monitor in front of him was connected to a high-definition electronic telescope, and through the window he was facing the high-tech software park. He was naked, and his muscular body was crisscrossed with many large and small scars, as well as scars from various wounds.

Under his crotch, at this time, there was also a woman in a sexy red pajamas, burying her head in his crotch, her head constantly moving back and forth. Not far behind him, there was an obese middle-aged man, standing with his head bowed, as if waiting for the scar-faced man's orders and orders.

"Hurry up!" the scar-faced man ordered the woman in his crotch.

When the woman heard this, she immediately accelerated the speed of her head movement.

"Hurry up!" the scar-faced man continued.

The woman moved faster as she was commanded, and did not dare to disobey the slightest rebuttal.

The scar-faced man kept looking at the high-tech software park in the distance outside the window, and the constant movements of the woman under him did not bring him any change in expression. Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed the woman's hair, lifted the woman from under him with one hand, and then in the woman's screams of pain, he stood up and pressed the woman against the floor-to-ceiling window glass, and pushed his lower body forward, stabbing into the woman's body, making the woman scream again.

He moved a few times, and then the hand that grabbed the woman's hair suddenly moved down and pinched the woman's neck. The woman only had time to let out a half-muffled snort, and then she couldn't scream again, but in the suffocation of her breathing that was constantly compressed, she danced desperately with her hands and feet, and her whole body spasmed, trying to struggle to breathe and survive. But her futile actions didn't do anything other than bring more stimulation to the scar-faced man.

She suffocated, her eyes rolled and bulged, and she looked at the fat middle-aged man behind her for help. But the middle-aged man was only frightened by this sudden change at this time, his face turned pale, his lips trembled, and his fat trembled all over, and he didn't have any attempt to save her at all.

Finally, the dancing and struggling of the woman's hands and feet stopped, her eyes were wide open, her pupils were dilated, and she was out of focus. At the same time, the scar-faced man let out a low roar and pressed his body against the woman who was gradually losing her life and was not breathing. He finally had an expression on his face at this time, but under the backdrop of that scar, it was only more hideous, like a Shura evil ghost.

When the obese middle-aged man in the back saw this scene, he couldn't help but exclaim, collapsed to the ground in fright, and then pointed at the scar-faced man and shouted with horror on his face: "Ah, you killed her, you killed her!" while screaming, he kept crawling towards the door with his hands and feet.

The scar-faced man snorted and withdrew from the dead woman's body, letting go of the hand holding the woman's neck and letting her body slip to the ground against the floor-to-ceiling window.

Turning back to the bar in the living room, he drank half a glass of foreign wine on the bar, and then grabbed a strange scimitar that was almost circular in arc next to the glass.

With a "swish", the knife was drawn out of its sheath, and the bright light of the knife was reflected in the dark living room.

"Ahh

The scar-faced man watched the obese middle-aged man move forward like a disgusting fat maggot, sneered disdainfully, and with a wave of his hand, the strange scimitar in his hand flew out.

The scimitar whirled and whizzed through the air, making a peculiar sobbing sound, like a ghost crying wolf.

There was a soft sound, and the tip of the knife was nailed to the precious wooden floor, and the strange curvature of the back of the knife just clasped the neck of the middle-aged obese man.

"Don't kill me, please don't kill me!" the middle-aged man shouted in even more horror and begged for mercy.

The scar-faced man was unmoved, smiling and hooking his fingers. I saw that there was a rope as thin as a hair at the end of the peculiar scimitar connected to his hand, and with a slight hook of his fingers, he drove the scimitar that was buckled on the neck of the fat middle-aged man down.

The knife was extremely sharp, but when it fell, I saw the head rolling, and the fat middle-aged man was already separated, and the blood on his neck was "gurgling".

The scar-faced man watched the man's head roll down, without blinking, and then flicked his hand back, and the knife flashed again, humming in his throat, and then with a "swish", the scimitar slashed very accurately through the neck of the dead woman who was half-lying in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

Immediately, another head fell to the ground, and blood sprayed. When the scar-faced man made this knife, he didn't look behind him at all, as if there was another pair of eyes behind his head.

The scar-faced man moved his hand again, and the scimitar flew back and fell into his hand accurately. He held the knife in his hand, and the blood on the knife dripped down the tip of the knife and dripped onto the floor.

He swung his knife away, shook the blood off the knife, and then put it into its sheath with a "swish". Picking up the bottle and pouring a few sips, he put on the clothes that were on the chair next to him. Once dressed, he picked up the scimitar from the bar and fastened it to his belt behind him.

Then, he picked up the other thing that had been sitting next to the cutlass. But it was a bronze mask, and it was depicted with an ugly and hideous ghostly face.

Looking at the mask in his hand, he sighed softly, and he put the mask on his face.

He remembered the stories of some of the old men in the organization, the time when their blood was so glorious. If it is still the Qing Dynasty now, or under the rule of Yongzhengye, why do they need to hide their heads and faces like this. At that time, they were representing the imperial court, and they were not calling for wind and rain wherever they went, and a group of people flattered and curryed favor. But now, they have to be restrained and careful.

Everything is to blame on the thieves, it was these thieves who made them lose the trust of the emperor. Although Emperor Yongzheng later understood that everything was a conspiracy of Bai Miaosheng's old thief, and reactivated and restored the strength of the blood drops, since then, it has also planted a rift of the emperor's distrust of their blood drops, and it is difficult to return to the way before.

Later, the emperor was assassinated, and the new emperor ascended the throne, blaming them for not protecting the first emperor and punishing the leaders severely. The more the new emperor distrusted them, and the harder it became for them to be reused. Until one day, blood droplets were outlawed. Unwilling to be tied to death, they fled and wandered into the rivers and lakes.

The previous killing and poking of the rivers and lakes made them even more street rats in the rivers and lakes. Incognito, hiding his head and tail, gradually changing, struggling to survive.

The beginning of all this started with the gang of thieves and dogs. They are not in harmony with the Thief Gate and the Swallow Gate rebuilt by the remnants of the Thief Gate.

He is a blood drop who kills people for a living.

The two dog men and women on the ground floor are the owners of this apartment, and the woman is the lover of the fat middle-aged man who is raised outside. After that night, he would choose a place far away but with a good view for surveillance. This apartment happened to be chosen by him, and as for the people in the apartment, it didn't matter to him. Cleaning up these two dog men and women is effortless. It just so happens that there are still people serving these days, and it can also be used to pass the boredom of surveillance.

Mask-slatting, he opened the door and walked out, leaving a bloody trail in his wake.