Dusk evening.

The afterglow of the sun pours down on the city, gilding the magnificent urban buildings with a touch of lazy gold.

On the company square, the afterglow of the setting sun falls on the surrounding towering buildings, spreading into a gray and yellow light cluster of the mold lake, and the dark metal and glass curtain wall seems to be smeared with gold dust, arrogant and lonely.

At the center of the square, the bustling passers-by gradually began to walk around the basin, converging into a scattered and dense flow of people, and the noisy footsteps and talking gradually drowned out the sound of rushing traffic on the outer roads.

For most of the company's employees, it's not time to leave work yet.

But for people's daily habits, this moment happens to be the time to enjoy dinner again.

Even if any company wants its employees to be at work all the time, they can't reverse this age-old habit.

This is a rare time of the day when the crowds are high, not only in the center of the company square, but also in the restaurants in the nearby commercial buildings.

-- Employees from various companies took advantage of their free time for dinner, and many of them brought convenient lunch boxes to the small park in the round, and many chose to eat in the Concord Park, which is not far from the square.

The voices are boiling, bustling, and the bells are ringing, but that's it.

A plainly dressed middle-aged man with an ordinary face in a compact work uniform came to the ring disc.

His hair was slightly pale, his beard was slightly thick, and he looked like an ordinary middle-aged man, holding a packed lunch box in his hand and a bloated toolkit in the other.

There were many passers-by like him, most of them ordinary employees in a hurry.

After these people hurry up and buy lunch boxes, like dying people who are greedy for the last bit of remaining time, they must choose the best dining environment and dine against the sunset, as if this way can not waste their rare rest time.

Compared with these people, the man seemed a lot more stable and leisurely, opened the lunch box unhurriedly, picked up the tableware and ate alone.

His face was solemn, without any expression, and the aura of being unapproachable from his body also made passers-by dare not sit with him, and the bloated toolkit was placed on the bench, occupying the remaining empty seats.

The man ate as he looked at the rows of company buildings not far away.

Only at this moment would his dark eyes be as sharp as eagle's eyes, as if looking down on his prey from a high vantage point.

Time passed bit by bit, and the lunch box was almost eaten, he grasped the time very well, and casually threw the empty disposable lunch box into the trash can not far away, and hit it with one hit, and the lunch box was thrown into the air without even bumping.

He pulled the tool bag aside and rummaged through it in his arms, like a tired old man clumsily searching for what he wanted in his backpack, or like a miser struggling to get coins out of his old wallet.

In reality, however, he was not clumsy on his hands and feet.

Inside the kit, which is invisible to everyone, his hands are as dexterous as robotic arms, quickly assembling parts one by one.

Eventually, a prototype of a deterrent technical firearm was put together, leaving a few parts unmounted.

Only then did the man stop what he was doing and put the kit on the other side.

The length of this special technical sniper rifle is not what he can hold in this kit.

So, with a few remaining parts to take his time, he doesn't have to rush.

The man finally stood up, picked up his kit and walked to the outer edge of the disc, and finally stopped in front of the glass guardrail, as if he had just finished his meal and wanted to continue to enjoy the sunset.

......

The man is a killer, a top international killer hired by Moore Tech.

He couldn't remember how many times he had done such a task.

So today, he understands very well that keeping calm at all times is the best quality of a killer.

He can work as a waiter on a luxury yacht, pouring poison into his target's wine glass while talking and laughing, and leaving the scene when the mission is complete. You can also disguise yourself as an ordinary passerby, pass by inadvertently, and then activate the portable transmitter in your pocket to stab the poison needle into the target only one meter away...

All tasks can end in light and inadvertent, like those business representatives in the business field, forever fighting for a few profits in an atmosphere of argument and verbal warfare.

But the real big people will finalize one big business after another at cocktail parties and dinners, surrounded by the sound of pleasant music and beautiful women, and they will always be so unhurried.

It was his first time in Night City.

He had heard of this self-proclaimed freest city-state in the world, and had also learned about many of the major events that had happened here.

Unfortunately, the flip side of freedom is chaos...

Overall, it's a place for people like them looking for opportunities, but not for retirement.

Mercenary teams all over the world are looking forward to this place, but also stay away, because in this kind of place, unless you are strong enough to reach a certain level, you will never know which day you will capsize in the gutter.

However, the really smart and powerful people will choose to stay away from here.

......

The man leaned on the glass railing and looked into the distance, not enjoying the dusk scene, but observing the movement.

His prosthetic eye accurately scanned the company building in the distance, and the number of vehicles passing by on the road outside the building was not slow, and it was not easy to pinpoint the target vehicle.

But he could.

According to the information from the client, the target will return to the company building during the current time period, and as long as the information is correct, it will be the time for him to do so.

Yesterday's assassination, the man has also learned the final outcome.

He was disdainful of this and scoffed at it, believing it to be the most barbaric and vulgar practice.

A small hacker component could not completely seize control of the floating car, and it was a last resort to finally stop on the roof of the building.

But if it were him, he wouldn't be stupid enough to carry out a mission on the rooftop, he would just set a trap on the roof in advance, sip a little wine in the distance, and then press the button to activate the trap.

That's what a killer should do.

Seeing that the time was almost up, the man crouched down, as if tying his shoelaces, and put his hands into the toolkit vaguely, quickly splicing the remaining parts together.

Most of the sniper rifle is hidden in the backpack, with only a slender barrel exposed, which can only be used as a stick if you don't look closely.

It doesn't matter if someone finds out it's a gun, thanks to the city's laws, ordinary people can bring a gun to the streets.

The kit was placed haphazardly at the guardrail, and the technical sniper rifle inside was placed on a small base, the muzzle of which was pointed at the opposite road.

The man's prosthetic eye began to flow like a stream of data, and the technical firearm of the kit began to shift its bearing and calibrate its position under the control of the auxiliary aiming external system.

He doesn't need a scope, and he doesn't need to hold a gun in his hand to aim.

His prosthetic eye is the scope, and the moment he sees the target, the external system linked to the processor in his brain can follow the lock of his prosthetic eye, calibrate the direction of the sniper rifle, lock onto the target, and then fire.

Everything will be done in a state of unhurried manner, with the target's head cracking without warning and blood spilling on the windows of the vehicle.

All he had to do was press a button while enjoying the change from dusk to night like this.

Elegance and calmness are the rules of conduct for men.

If it weren't for the need to play the role, men would want to light a cigarette in this strange city and enjoy the bustling city scenery around the square.

The breeze was blowing slowly, as if it was a sign of the arrival of night, and the night breeze was slightly cold.

"Dude, you're so handsome! I really don't poke, where did I buy it, let's introduce it. As the breeze blew, there was a clear young male voice, and he asked with interest beside the man.

The man's mouth opened slightly, and he subconsciously wanted to reply, but in an instant, his body suddenly stiffened.

He turned his head slowly, his eyes looking at him with fear and horror, as if he had hit a ghost.

A very handsome and handsome young man, his face was still immature, a katana was placed next to him, leaning on the guardrail, his eyes followed the man's line of sight just now, looking at the company building in the distance, and the background was the setting sun.

When did he come to his side!

The man was terrified, and he naturally realized what it meant for the boy to be able to come to him quietly and silently.

Being able to walk to his side silently, naturally I can also silently stab that katana into his heart!

The steadyness, cultivation and skill of the so-called top killer...... At this moment, in such a ghostly move, it is like nothing!

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