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Hua Twelve thought of the Brotherhood, and felt more and more that this was the truth, because only in this way could all the doubts be explained.

For example, why Jane Smith suddenly became so powerful.

John Smith was also the ace killer of a killer company, and the husband and wife had their own wins and losses before, and now the wife seriously injured her husband with three bullets.

This must have joined the fraternity, learned how to stimulate and control adrenaline, and practiced spear throwing skills.

In addition, there is a reasonable explanation for Jane's apparent brainwashing, which must be because of the loom of fate in the name of God in the textile factory.

This damn worship loom cult!

Jane's response to his husband was most likely because of the name 'John Smith' on the loom.

Hua Twelve is a little superior, brotherhood, brother, brother, what control adrenaline, gunfighting, and bullets will come from here.

Newton's coffin board can't hold down something, who can stand this thing.

Hua Twelve felt that in his current state, encountering the killer of the Brotherhood was probably a dead end, and he had to quickly restore his skills to the state of the 'Flying Fox World', but fortunately, he just lacked physical memory, and it should not be difficult to recover.

Before his strength recovered, Hua Twelve decided to do it lightly, but not let the Brotherhood gang find out.

After his strength recovers, he will quietly stuff the stick, don't shoot the gun, when the time comes... Hmph, what kind of adrenaline control method, spear throwing technique, and the Brotherhood's medicinal bath that can quickly heal injuries, he has to get his hands on it.

After thinking about it, Hua Twelve washed his face and looked up in the mirror, it was his own appearance, he knew that Smith had been completely replaced by him.

And everyone who has seen John Smith, including Jane Smith, will gradually modify the memory of his appearance in their minds over time.

I thought he was white, but I will slowly remember that he is Asian.

Hua Twelve was a little curious about how the system modified the memories of those people, and how he modified his identity, and immediately according to Smith's memory, he dug out the identity documents used before and now from the drawer.

On John Smith's real identity document, the person in the photo is him, and his name has changed from John Smith to John Warh.

And the identity that the killer's agent got him was Leon Hua.

opened his driver's license, Hua Twelve found that there was a photo sandwiched inside, which was a photo of him and his wife, Jane Smith, Jane incarnated by Julie with a big mouth, looking hot, sexy and charming, and the two of them hugged each other, looking happy.

Thinking of the tragic situation of being chased and killed by his wife now that he can only live in this kind of cheap apartment, and then looking at the photos of his former affection, Hua Twelve couldn't help but sigh:

"Superstition kills people, how good it is to live a good life, I want to believe in what loom!"

Put the documents back away, Hua Twelve found two new clothes prepared by the predecessor to change into, and then opened the refrigerator, wanting to find something to eat to pad his stomach.

As a result, when I saw that the refrigerator was full of cartons of milk and dry and hard bread, there was not even instant noodles, which was obviously not in line with the dietary reserves of the Chinese taste, which made Hua Twelve feel depressed for a while.

I wanted to call for takeout, but in the memory of my predecessor, I never went out when I had nothing to do, and I didn't even have a mobile phone, let alone order takeout.

I wanted to go out and buy something to eat, but I suddenly thought of the killer rules set by my predecessor, after assassinating a target in the same city, according to the identity of the other party, I had to hide for at least three days, and at most half a year.

Hua Twelve felt that he had just finished the case, especially when the target was still a gang boss, so it was better for him to stop a little.

After heating a bowl of milk in a microwave oven with paint off on the outside, soaking it in dry and hard bread to solve dinner, Hua Twelve practiced his various martial arts skills in an apartment of only more than ten square meters, boxing, swordsmanship, and light skills, and finally took the 'Snow Ginseng Jade Cicada Pill' to practice Quanzhen internal skills until the next morning.

The next morning, Hua Twelve woke up from meditation, and a night of internal cultivation made him refreshed at this time.

Standing up and moving his muscles and bones, he turned around and looked at his waist, and saw that the place where he was hit by the wine bottle yesterday was bruised, but the pain in it had disappeared, and he knew that this should be the healing effect of the 'Snow Ginseng Jade Cicada Pill'.

He stood up and punched his muscles a bit, then he made another bowl of hot milk to soak in bricks, which were dry bread that was hard enough to kill a dog.

Hua Twelve absorbed Smith's memories and learned how bad his financial situation was at this time, first of all, because he couldn't reveal his identity, as a killer, he could only take on those tasks that paid less and were dangerous.

For example, an ordinary assassination target will be paid $5,000 for his head, like yesterday's bigwig-level head is $50,000.

I have to say how cheap this kind of price is among professional killers.

It's almost all down to the price of the foot, and only the street thugs are willing to do it, just find a gun or a knife or something, and do something that doesn't have any technical content.

But is the pay really small?

The corners of Hua Twelve's mouth showed a sarcastic smile, not only did he think about this, but even John Smith thought about it, how could he only give 50,000 US dollars to assassinate a gang boss who controlled three streets in New York.

Then it is not surprising that the rest of the money should have been swallowed by the agent, which is to bully his identity as an outsider.

This is not even more excessive, if it is only like this, with the success rate of Mr. Smith's mission, then how can there be tens of thousands of dollars of income in a month, and it is impossible for a proper middle class to live in such a cheap place.

What was really excessive was that the killer agent helped John Smith, who goes by the pseudonym 'Leon', to keep his negligible commission for a professional killer in the name of escrow investments.

The other side is then responsible for providing weapons and the cost of living on the ground.

If he doesn't agree, he is assured that he won't get business in New York.

Well, although Hua Twelve was very dissatisfied with John Smith's decision to endure humiliation, he could still understand the other party's helplessness in the face of his wife's pursuit and killing.

After all, when the bank cards are monitored, if he doesn't agree to the agent, then he will even have a problem with eating, and he may not even be able to live in such a simple apartment.

Hua Twelve decided to hide in this apartment for three days to avoid the limelight, and then go to the agent to get back the money that once belonged to John, but now belongs to him, move out of this damn cheap apartment, and say goodbye to the hard bread that can defend himself against dogs.

If the other party does not agree, hehe, Hua Twelve believes that the other party will definitely agree, and maybe give more.

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