Queens, New York, in the old handicraft industrial park outside the outskirts.

An old, galloping Ford drove into it with a low chirping and stopped outside a textile factory with thick iron doors.

The tall and thin black man walked into the textile factory from the car, passed the secret whistle corridor at the door, and soon entered a more luxurious place inside, which looked like a library.

An old man with gray head flipped through the books and documents in his hand, and heard the tall and thin black man coming in without looking up.

"nailed it?"

The man had a few blood marks on his body. It was obvious that although John Walker's shots did not hit him, he suffered a little.

He hesitated for a moment when he heard the old man's question.

"Eighty percent probability, the target killed twelve gunmen, but obviously there was no experience. I shot twice. The first shot seemed to have not hit the head because of the problem of the barrel. The second shot should have been hit in the heart..."

The tall and thin black man hesitated to speak this, but he still answered realistically.

"Although I saw the bleeding, I was not sure that I really killed the target, because John Walker arrived soon, and I fought with him and retreated directly!"

The thin black man who had not talked much for a long time now reported all his previous situations like a copier like a photocopier.

The gray-headed old man stared at a piece of cotton cloth in his hand, and a trace of splendor flashed in his eyes.

"Are you sure you tried your best? Gunsmith?!"

The tall black figure couldn't help but tremble, and his panic looked flashing, but he was not too scared.

"Of course, Sloan! I've found the best opportunity..."

Without commenting, the old man put down the cotton cloth in his hand and wrote something on a piece of paper, and then showed a name.

"Forget it, you can deal with the next goal!"

However, his eyes, which were a little muddy but never foolish, looked at the gunsmith.

"Don't forget, you are already on the list! Since God is so willing, it's better to start ourselves..."

The deep words seemed to have endless bewitching power.

"Isn't it?"

The gunsmith's eyes flashed a few times like a struggle, which were traces of the shaking of faith, and then the desire to survive completely overwhelmed everything.

He took the list from the old man and nodded.

"certainly!"

Then he walked out of the house.

The old black man with a gray head looked at the back of the gunsmith, clasped his hands and smiled slightly on his face.

‘Another, as long as that guy is solved, then in the new world, I am the real God!’

‘What is fate...’

However, he thought of the guy who gave mutual aid a lot of headaches. The old black man Sloan couldn't help but press his temple, and then picked up the phone on the Avenue on the table.

"Hey? Let x come to me!"

"Yes, right now!"

...

On the busy streets of downtown Manhattan, on the crowded streets, an magnificent hotel looks particularly deserted.

This is a place called Da6 Hotel. It only receives members, but no one knows what the criteria for joining the club are. In this way, the hotel has been operating smoothly and is heading towards the century-old store.

The night covered too much ugliness. Not far from the Big 6 Hotel, in an alley, a group of strangely dressed gangsters surrounded a middle-aged black man dressed in a gentleman.

"Old guy, hand over the money!"

The leading gangster obviously had inhaled some stimulants and other things, with obvious hyperactivity and red cheeks and turbid eyes.

It completely shows the appearance of a social dregs.

The companions around him were also the same, waving a short knife in their hands, like the most inconspicuous clown in the drama.

"Kat!"

The cold iron sense made the leading gangster calm down a little because of the stimulant drugs.

"Five cents, you either?"

The leading gangster looked at the barrel of the gun stuffed into his mouth in horror, shook his head wildly.

"Get out!"

After hearing this sentence, a group of gangsters seemed to be like Meng Dashi, and fled out without looking back.

The revolver was withdrawn with some disgust, and the black man looked a little confused.

"Why are there more and more scum in New York? Is the board of directors not in charge?!"

Then he walked slowly towards the direction of the Big 6 Hotel.

...

He was tied with a bandage and spent another thousand days to add a recovery buff to himself. Although since the killer from the wanted warrant appeared, many other items have been unlocked in his mall, including drugs that can add recovery from injuries in the wanted warrant.

But Zhao Wuyou also understood that his current identity could not be used for these things, and it would be better to use his talented physique to cover it up.

After all, it is not surprising that anything appears in this world mixed with countless agents and killer movies.

He even heard a legend in the killer world in a short period of time during his inquiry, and he reached the top of the killer world in the world, but soon disappeared.

This is also the reason why all the major killer circles are very afraid of Asian faces. That guy really left a deep impression on the entire killer circle in just a short time, and he could barely match the deterrent power of the former "Night Demon" John Walker.

“Huh, Huh~”

Feeling the bloody smell brought out from his breath, Zhao Wuyou was sure that his body had begun to improve greatly. He felt relieved and turned to look at the man who was dealing with the twelve corpses.

Seeing Zhao Wuyou's gaze swept over, the short middle-aged white man bowed slightly.

This middle-aged man understands that with the legendary killer of the past, this little guy who looks young will inevitably become his long-term customer.

"His name is Charlie, a specialized scavenger, and he did a great job!"

It seems that he doesn't understand how to introduce others, and John Walker's words are a bit dry.

Since Zhao Wuyou has overcome this level, he can't help but truly train him as a helper and successor. This is also the good impression Zhao Wuyou has made on him before and the luck of ordinary people far away.

After all, that lossless safety angle still deeply remembered him.

What kind of killer can truly reach the top? If John Walker asks him to answer, then being lucky enough will inevitably be an extremely critical factor.

"Hello, Charlie."

Zhao Wuyou nodded at Charlie, then looked at John Walker. The reason why he chose him as the entry point was not only because this old killer was cold enough, but because he really kept his promise.

"Don't worry, I will teach you what you want to learn, but..."

John Walker paused slightly, obviously he had the conditions, but he didn't wait for what he said too clearly.

Zhao Wuyou already knew it, and without hesitation, he nodded fiercely.

"After all, some people want my life, but it's not so easy to finish!"

Then he showed a bit of suspicion.

"That guy who made the last move?"

Zhao Wuyou's expression was not as good as the wounded person who was bleeding. He almost recovered his vitality in the blink of an eye. John was also a little surprised and shook his head.

"Let's talk about it later!"

At this time, he looked at Charlie and others who had cleaned up the corpse and the messy house, and nodded with satisfaction.

Take out twelve killer gold coins from your pocket and put them in Charlie's hand.

"So goodbye Charlie!"
Chapter completed!