What should a killer look like?

Wearing a handsome windbreaker, a cigarette in his mouth, the pistol bullet in his hand is not missing, there are people answering everywhere he goes, the bullet will never hit him, he is a cold-faced god at work, and after the work is over, he is a heartthrob who is in the flower field and the wine field......

But the truth is, he could be anyone around you.

A mechanic with black hands on the road, a hawker pushing a cart and hawking, or a taxi driver who calls his wife and complains that he hasn't received a customer today......

As long as they need, as long as they want.

The first skill that the killer has to learn is neither marksmanship nor knife skills, but camouflage.

Camouflage is both able to get closer to the target faster and to better protect yourself.

Yang Ming is a person who is very good at disguise.

He occasionally worked as a waiter in shopping malls and restaurants, and occasionally went to places where only the wealthy would go.

But most of the time he lives in a very dirty, messy, smelly slum.

In this place, it was difficult for him to be watched.

Even if someone doesn't have long eyes and wants to spy on him, they will soon mysteriously disappear into this slum.

After getting his task, Yang Ming simply cleaned up the dirt on his body, took a shower, and then put on a suit full of grease, carried a beer bottle, and went out while dangling.

Of course, this time he also brought a "friend" who has been with him for more than 20 years.

It had been a long time since he had brought it.

This time, he brought it again because Yang Ming knew in his heart the importance of Tianxin, and he didn't want to make any mistakes.

Unlike "Renxin", "Tianxin" carries a huge amount of information and affects a lot of people, and the holder of "Tianxin" is usually very difficult to deal with.

Wang Qi had previously revealed to Yang Ming that the organization had lost two super bosses who had passed the eighth blood gate for a "letter from heaven".

Yang Ming, as a trickster, had only just crossed the fifth blood gate, and he deeply understood that those who could come out of the eighth blood gate alive were all first-class powerhouses!

But even if the loss is so huge, not only does the organization have no regrets, but even feels that it is bloody!

As for what was recorded in the 'Heavenly Letter', he didn't know, and Wang Qi didn't know either.

This place is not far from Longhu Mountain, and the town below the mountain has many people who come to "beg for their lives" as always, and there are even many stalls set up by fortune tellers on the roadside, which are often frequented by customers.

Yang Ming casually found a place to sit down and eat breakfast.

He eats slowly, not in a hurry.

After eating, he didn't scan the code, but took out a lot of banknotes, confirmed them for a long time, and handed them to the boss.

"Eight pieces of five, count, don't say I'm giving less after a while."

Yang Ming muttered to the boss.

The boss glanced at it and said with a smile:

"Where can I be!"

"We have opened a store here for decades, and we have a good reputation and have never deceived customers!"

After Yang Ming left, he wandered around like a tourist who came to Longhu Mountain to hang out, until noon, when he suddenly received a text message from Wang Qi.

There are only a few very simple numbers on it.

【254，353】

After Yang Ming read the text message, he deleted the text message on the spot.

Then, he plunged headlong into the crowd and disappeared......

…

There is a Luo'an Lane in the town, the alley is winding and turning, and the people who live here are basically the aborigines here, relatively poor, the terrain is complex, department stores and sundries are opened everywhere, and black Internet cafes can also be seen everywhere.

Yang Ming shuttled through the alley, and when he arrived at this place, the map positioning on his mobile phone was completely inaccurate, so he could only ask for directions while walking.

But he had a natural acumen for the road, and it didn't take long for him to get to where he was looking.

It is a dark Internet café called "Makabaka".

The outside of this Internet café can no longer be simple, there is not even a plaque on the façade, and the owner of the Internet café casually erects a wooden sign to be regarded as a façade.

There are also a lot of strange little cards on this wooden card.

The sexy sister above smiled sweetly and acted as a welcome girl outside the Internet café for free.

Feel free to touch, feel free to look.

Don't want money yet.

Lifting the door curtain, as soon as Yang Ming entered, he smelled some extremely unpleasant smells.

The first is foot odor.

It's the kind of sauerkraut smell that has not been washed for a few days in leather shoes, and the socks that are worn by this kind of foot can generally stand up on their own, with an iron will.

Then there is the smell of instant noodles, the smell of sweat, the smell of smoke, the smell of alcohol, the smell of fart......

Rao is Yang Ming has been in the slums, and the moment he entered, he almost didn't break the defense.

But he quickly got used to it.

Yang Ming's gaze swept through a cloud of smoke, and he soon found a man in the corner.

The man was dressed in a robe, out of place with the people around him, and was playing a boring page game on the computer.

He was a little absent-minded.

It seems to be waiting for something, and from time to time he will look up towards the door of the Internet café.

"Network administrator, open a card."

Yang Ming raised his eyebrows at the very petite and cute female network manager, looking like a pig brother.

When the female network manager saw Yang Ming's dirty and broken vest, her eyes showed a look of disgust.

"ID card."

Although she was unhappy, she was still very conscientious.

"I didn't bring it, open a temporary card."

"How much?"

"10 pieces."

"20 minimum."

"Okay."

After paying the money, Yang Ming got a temporary card, and then leisurely came to the back of the Taoist priest, and at the same time touched a very special dagger on his waist.

But just as he approached behind the Taoist priest, he noticed that another young man also appeared next to him.

The eyes of the two met, Yang Ming felt that something was wrong in his heart, and wanted to shoot directly, but he heard the other party whisper:

"You're also from Rashomon?"

Yang Ming was subconsciously stunned, and looked at the young man in front of him suspiciously.

"You too?"

The young man replied:

"I'm not."

As soon as the young man's words fell, Yang Ming's palm immediately felt a sharp pain!

He was shocked, and as soon as he looked down, he found that his palm had been nailed to his waist by several nails!

Yang Ming wanted to pull it out, but the terrifying pain in his waist made him have to stop.

At that moment, Yang Ming's heart was half cold!

Nail your palms to the nails around your waist...... There are barbs!

This kind of nail is not available on the market, and it is generally specially made!

Counterpart......

He's a veteran!

”……“

In the moment of life and death, Yang Ming wanted to turn around and run away, but the nail gun hidden in the sleeve of the other party gave him two more shots in the knee, and he didn't stand up at once, so he fell towards the other party, but he didn't fall yet, and a professional hand knife hit him directly in the neck!

It was dark in front of him, and Yang Ming lost consciousness.

The light in the black internet café is not very good, and everyone is playing their own games, so no one notices all this.

Ning Qiushui put away the nail gun, hugged Yang Ming and said to himself:

"You're so lucky, I'm going to come a little later, and you'll be gone."

The Taoist priest on the side had already stood up, glanced at Ning Qiushui with complicated and surprised eyes, and then stared at Yang Ming in his arms, and said worriedly:

"What is this man going to do?"

Ning Qiushui replied:

"I'm going to buy a bottle of beer and pour some on him, the nails are specially made, the wound is very small, as long as it is not pulled out, it will not bleed for the time being, we will help him for a while, pretend that he is drunk, and take him to a place where there are few people......"

The middle-aged Taoist priest nodded.

"Good...... And after that? ”

Ning Qiushui thought for a moment.

"I have some questions for him."

The Taoist priest frowned.

"What about after asking?"

Ning Qiushui said without thinking:

"Buried."

PS: Two more today, 4 more tomorrow (make up for today's one change), and open the next copy tomorrow.