On the Thirteenth, he drove back to the cafe he was familiar with.

After sitting in the seat I was used to, drinking coffee, and waiting leisurely for three hours, Murphy finally arrived.

The person who waited for three hours and was still not angry or angry at all was probably the thirteenth.

Murphy hurriedly sat opposite No. 13, reached out to wipe his forehead with a sweat, stretched out his thumb at No. 13, exhaled, and smiled, "Everything is normal, it's perfect."

No. 13 smiled slightly and whispered: "I'm lucky. The other party has always cooperated very well. How far has it been done now?"

Murphy snapped his fingers, recruited waiters to whisper a few words, and turned to No. 13 and said: "The traffic police controlled the scene and dealt with normal traffic accidents. Several people came to the headquarters of Cia. After observing the scene and retrieving the surveillance, they took away some items from the car. This accidental garbage truck had to bear some responsibility. I didn't pay attention to the observation when driving out of the road, but the main responsibility was on the severely speeding car. Now the follow-up matters have been handed over to the police, so this matter has ended here."

No. 13 nodded and chuckled, "You have dispatched thirty-two people, plus me, a total of thirty-three. For the cleaners, this is an unprecedented big move. If they still cannot succeed, I will be ashamed."

Murphy shook his head, then looked at No. 13 with a pity and said, "You are the best killer I can find and deal with people without leaving any trace. You are really an expert in this regard. What a pity, you actually went to join a group of mercenaries."

It was a pity that Murphy smacked his lips a few times, and then he looked determined and whispered: "Man, come and do it with me. Only I can provide the most suitable stage for you and give you the help you need. What can you do in Satan? Follow them as a soldier who can only shoot? Man, Satan is not suitable for you. Really, there is a stage for you here."

No. 13 smiled and whispered: "Do you think I like being a killer?"

Murphy was stunned for a moment, then said in surprise: "Don't you like it?"

No. 13 looked at Murphy and whispered: "Do you like your current identity very much and enjoy your current life?"

The muscles on Murphy's face twitched a few times, and she smiled bitterly: "This has nothing to do with you."

No. 13 whistled softly, and smiled and said, "Satan really can't provide me with a suitable stage, but I don't like being a killer either. What's the problem with following a bunch of mercenaries? I don't have to worry too much. A bunch of companions around me will protect me, and no one forces me to do things I don't want to do. Murphy, what will happen if I follow you, if you give me a task and I don't want to accept it?"

Murphy sighed lightly, shook his head, but said nothing.

No. 13 opened his hand and smiled, "Satan will not force me, but the cleaner is different. If the cleaner thinks that I have signs of being out of control, he will kill me as soon as possible. Will you deny this?"

Murphy sighed and smiled bitterly, "Well, I never thought you didn't like your career, I thought you were having fun."

No. 13 smiled and said, "I always thought Shadow was the most powerful organization in the world. As a member of Shadow, I could never escape the fate of being controlled. I never thought that one day Shadow's high-rise building would collapse overnight, the cleaner eliminated Shadow, and Shadow's killer no one resisted or revengeed, why?"

Before Murphy could answer his own question, No. 13 said to himself: "Because no one likes to be a tool, for those of us who are trained to be tools that do not need emotions, it is nothing bad for us who have control over our masters."

Murphy laughed a few embarrassedly.

No. 13 stretched out his hand, flipped back and forth a few times, then stared at his hand, and whispered: "The killer is like a knife. The knife has no thoughts. What it is used to do depends on the owner holding the knife in his hand. You know this, so after you destroy the shadow, you did not kill all the killers, because you also know that the scattered swords will not pose any threat to the cleaners, and the cleaners can also use these masterless swords occasionally."

Murphy exhaled and whispered: "As a friend, I never thought of letting you join the cleaner, I just wanted you to help you when you need it, just like before."

No. 13 smiled and said, "I don't have many acquaintances. You are one of my few acquaintances, so don't say such things again in the future."

Murphy smiled bitterly and said, "You have really changed a lot when you are with the ram. Now you understand this, because you have found your sister and become interested in life again?"

No. 13 shook his head, sighed lightly, and smiled and said, "We have been separated since we were very young. I have almost no impression of her. Apart from knowing her existence and knowing that she and me have no intersection. Will we have any feelings for this?"

"You have worked so much and worked so hard for your sister. What do you mean by saying this now?"

No. 13 said lightly: "Because I need to find a reason for continuing to exist. The idea of ​​finding a sister is the only reason for me to maintain my life. Now that she has found it, I have lost the meaning of existence. However, although there is no emotion, it is still very good to have a sister, so working hard for her happiness is the goal and meaning of my current survival."

After saying that, No. 13 looked embarrassed and smiled bitterly: "What's funny is that my sister's feelings for me are far less profound than that for the ram. I originally helped him with something because I thanked the ram for finding my sister, but now, I found that the connection with the ram is closer than that with my sister. The ram has become the bond that I maintains my relationship with my sister. This is really ironic."

Murphy smiled bitterly and said, "Ram, this Xinyun guy!"

No. 13 smiled slightly and looked at Murphy and said, "He is not Xin Yun. As a mercenary, he is the leader of the regiment who is cruel enough to the enemy and is good to his own people. As a friend, I know that he will not let me die. If I die, he will take care of my sister and take good care of him. The most important thing is..."

No. 13 spread his hands and smiled at Murphy: "You know Djokovic Mather, you also know that one must die between the Ram and Djokovic Mather, but the Ram will never let me assassinate Djokovic Mather because I am a killer. Do you know what this means?"

"That means that the rams can't give you the help and support you need."
Chapter completed!