Hoktomi sat on the roof of a tall building, leaning against the wall, looking at the sky.

His father, who was also a killer back then. However, when he was three years old, his father's enemies came to his door, and he later died with his parents. At that time, when Hoshihitomi, who was playing outside, came home, she only saw the black corpses of her parents who had been burned.

Zizi is the girl he has had a crush on since childhood. When he learned about Zizi's condition, which was also an orphan, he turned out the firearm that had been dusty for many years and resolutely stepped into the killer world.

After flipping through the information, Xingtong ignited the information and threw it aside. This time, the target is a general who is about to come to the city to attend a military conference. It was this general who killed the only bloodline of the old sect master of the one-star Bullet Sword Sect, his own grandson, that made the old sect master issue a killing order, and he must kill the general.

However, the general's backs are too wide-ranging, and the economy, the military, and politics are all related to him. Because of this, his bodyguards are at least hundreds, so that the previous killers have failed.

As for their treatment methods, Xing Tong has also seen it, and there are indeed quite a few chances that they can cure Zizi. It's just that when he successfully cures Zizi, I am afraid that it will also bring unimaginable storms to China.

With a wry smile, he raised his head and took a sip of wine, he had never drunk in his life, he just wanted to get drunk at the moment and let himself forget everything completely.

Hooking the trigger, Xing Tong glanced sideways at the tall building in the distance, where the excited Zi Zi stood side by side with the old sect master with a resentful face, and there were more than a dozen bodyguards standing around. Because the death of that officer was of great significance, Zi Zi and the old sect master must come to watch it in person.

Sinking down, Xingtong closed one eye, and through the lens hole on the gun's body, he clearly saw the bulletproof car that was slowly moving in the distance, and he understood that his target was in it.

Gradually, the car dragon stopped in front of the military headquarters, and a gray old man walked out. Looking at the majestic bearing on the old man's body, Xingtong's heart trembled, and his hand even trembled, and he almost shot out.

After taking a few breaths, Xingtong had calmed down, and when he learned the news that Zizi had almost committed suicide, he had already understood that he had to fire this shot, otherwise, his belief would be destroyed in his own hands.

The camera slowly moved, and slowly, an old man appeared in the camera......

Syllable!

The resentful expression gradually froze, and the old man's face showed a look of doubt, and he lowered his head, looked at the bullet hole in his heart, and fell down like this.

Xingtong looked through the camera and watched those bodyguards pounce in horror, and saw Zizi lying on the ground calmly with her face. He knew that when Zizi agreed to it, he once asked the nurse for a bottle of sleeping pills because of insomnia.

(In that case, it probably won't hurt, right?)

Xingtong muttered and laughed, no one knew that when his parents blew up the gas and died with the enemy, Zizi's parents were also buried in the flames. In fact, Zizi had long known the cause of her parents' deaths, which is why she had been so cold to him.

Hatred, that's outright hatred, not a hatred that can be made up for by dying, but a hatred that has been tortured.

(It's not that I don't want to give it to you, but I don't want to die until I get revenge...... The hatred between you and me is caused by that old fellow, my father's enemy, the son of this bastard!)

(When you know about the One-Star Bullet Sword Sect, you should understand what I will do, right?Otherwise, how could you have insomnia so obviously?Zizi, is that your hint to me?)

(Take it!, my life, my hatred, my real hatred, I will return it to you, Zizi, goodbye, I hope in hell, I can still look up to you flying in heaven!)

(That way, it should be beautiful...... ）