The young priest frowned slightly, squatting on the pony, drinking Erguotou and smoking low-quality cigarettes that choked his throat. There were several pieces of information spread out on the chess table. It was the target information for the upcoming assassination. Although there were only a few pages
, but there is basically no useful information for the young priest. It is all very vague information. It can even be said that although the information given by Jin Yuan was collected with great effort, to the priest
, but it has no effect.
The cigarette had been burned to the end. The young priest refilled his cigarette, looked away from the documents, and poured himself another glass of wine.
"How is it?" The butcher put on a light blue apron and was about to open for business. He needed to make preparations. The neighbors still trusted the butcher's meat quality. First of all, he was not short of weight like other butchers.
If he is less, he will often be heavier. Although he is tall and thick, he is kind to others and never gets into arguments with others. He is a loyal and honest young man.
Of course, this is just the impression the neighbors got from their brief contact with the butcher. If they knew that the butcher was once a murderous man on the road, a fierce man who could kill more than a dozen people with a machete, I am afraid that the butcher gave away the pork for free. They would
Don't dare to take it either.
"The information is vague and basically useless." The priest drank a cup of spicy Erguotou and said calmly. "With this money, I can help Xiaohui collect enough medical expenses. Then I can quit."
"Have you ever thought about doing anything?" asked the butcher.
"You sell pork, and I'll sell beef, so you won't starve to death." The priest said with a smile.
"That's right, we grew up to work together. We have no skills or knowledge, so we can only do some menial work." The butcher also smiled. "But I think you can go to a nearby church to do some errands, at least you don't have to smell the food in the market every day.
smell."
"I can kill people, but I can't save people." The priest shook his head and said calmly. "It's better to do this business first and then think about it later."
When the butcher heard this, he frowned at first, then relaxed, patted his shoulder and said, "With your skills, not many people in Huaxin City can avoid you. Don't worry."
"I'm not worried about myself, I'm just worried that I can't help Xiaohui collect enough medical expenses. Otherwise, it's not worth it for Er Shao to die." After the priest said that, he stood up slowly and said. "You open the door for business, I'll go out to do some work.
"
"I'll wait for you to come back and go to the hospital to see Xiaohui together." The butcher said to the priest's back.
"good."
The priest left this word and left.
But he didn't know if he could come back or if he could go to the hospital with the butcher to visit Xiaohui, this poor girl.
The target faced this time is too cautious, or in other words - too mysterious. First of all, judging from Jin Yuan's information, he has extremely high combat effectiveness, unlike ordinary people on the road. Secondly, his identity has been completely wiped out, basically
Nothing useful can be found through online research. The priest knows that only people with a very strong background have such abilities. In addition, the priest also knows clearly that one million lives. This is basically the case in China.
It's a sky-high price. Whose life is so valuable? You can tell with your butt that it's those difficult targets. And even for those rich people who are closely protected, the price rarely exceeds one million. After all, the rich are the most powerful.
The bodyguard is not him. No matter how loyal the bodyguard is to his duties, there will be times when he is negligent. A professional killer lurking in the dark will always have a chance to succeed. But a powerful target will find it difficult to find such an opening. They
His own reaction ability is also a fatal point of the killer——
The killer's reward is not as generous as described in some novels and movies. It is impossible to kill an individual with millions or even tens of millions. No one's money comes by the wind. The richer the person, the stingier he is.
This famous saying has stood the test of time. Imagine that there are 100,000 white-collar workers in their pockets who cannot afford a house or a car. They can spend 50,000 or even 100,000 to have fun, because their abilities are limited and they cannot draw.
They have a life blueprint that is too intense and too grand. But the rich are different. Every penny they have must be spent on ideas. Every penny they have may be of urgent use. So they will spend every penny.
On the blade.
This is also the most fundamental difference between rich and poor.
In addition, if the reward for the killer is too generous, I am afraid that there will be no mercenaries in the world. The risk of the killer profession is very high, but it cannot be compared with the mercenaries who make a living in a hail of bullets.
I bought a pot sticker and a cup of soy milk on the roadside, and picked up a newspaper from the newspaper section, eating and reading in a quiet place.
The priest finished eating the pot stickers, drank the soy milk, wiped his hands with the finished newspaper, and threw it into the trash can. Then he put the remaining newspaper into his back pocket and got on the bus.
Today he did not wear the formal attire of a priest, but simple jeans, short sleeves, and a pair of flat glasses on his face. He was mixed in the crowd. He was so ordinary that he could not attract the attention of others. This is also an advantage of the killer.
He can blend into any occasion and any crowd. On the bus, he can remain unnoticed. At an extremely high-end dinner party, he can still be polite and gentlemanly, integrating into the upper class society.
After changing the bus twice, we got off at the entrance of a villa area. When he got off the bus, the priest glanced at the time on the bus, which was ten o'clock. It was still early.
According to the information, this young man will go to school with the young master and the young lady who Jin Yuan wants to kidnap and hunt. Today is Sunday. They have to rush to school at two o'clock in the afternoon. At the latest, they will pass by this road.
, turn this corner.
The priest didn't know why Jin Yuan spent a million to hire himself to kill this unknown young man, and hired those third-rate killers to kill the employer whom the young man protected. But as a person who has not been in the industry for long, he is more professional than any professional killer.
For a killer, all he has to do is collect money, kill people, collect money, and don't ask about things that shouldn't be asked, and don't tell about things that shouldn't be said. Only in this way can the priest help Xiao Hui collect the huge medical expenses of nearly 10 million.
Xiao Hui is Er Sha's biological sister, and Er Sha is the brother whom the priest regards as his brother. After he dies, Xiao Hui is the priest's sister. He will take care of Xiao Hui, a girl with a miserable life experience, even though he and the butcher's life experience may not be the same.
How good it is.
Eleven o'clock.
The priest read both sides of the newspaper, but did not throw it away. Instead, he put it back into the pocket of his jeans, squatted by the road and smoked, staring at the passing vehicles. His expression was extremely calm, not like a professional killer who was preparing to kill.
Instead, he looks like a homeless vagabond.
————
Lin Ze got up from the bed with a splitting headache, shook off the remaining dust and wine stains on the sheets, and dragged his flip-flops out of the cabin.
It was getting late, and he had to prepare lunch to serve the Han siblings who got up. After spending half an hour making lunch, Lin Ze ran to the small garden and took a cold shower, feeling refreshed immediately. He went to bed at six o'clock and went to eleven o'clock.
Half-wake up. This was the first peaceful sleep he had had since coming to Han's house. Perhaps his sleep schedule was too unstable in the past, which led to him getting enough sleep this time, but he was still a little dizzy.
After taking a shower, I took a bottle of cold beer from the refrigerator to refresh myself, and sat on the sofa in the living room, lighting up a cigarette and drinking wine, which was quite comfortable.
The first person to go downstairs was Han Xiaobao. As soon as he came to the living room, he said enthusiastically to Lin Ze: "You got up so early? Why don't you sleep a little longer?"
"——" Lin Ze almost choked on a mouthful of beer, looked at him with a strange expression, and said with a little curiosity. "I remember that you ate the same food as me yesterday, and you didn't have any late-night snacks at night."
"What's wrong?" Han Xiaobao asked still affectionately.
"Have you caught a cold? Did your brain burn out?" Lin Ze asked.
"No, I just admire you." Han Xiaobao smiled and handed him a Chinese stick, eloquent. "The scene when you singled out those men in suits last night was so overbearing, I was so excited that I even dreamed
That was last night’s storyline.”
"Don't just dream about me alone." Lin Ze took the cigarette, threw Zhonghua into the cigarette box in Changbai Mountain, and said, "Lunch is ready, go and eat, class time is almost here."
Lin Ze was just saying polite words, but he never thought that Han Xiaobao would actually eat the food he cooked. He couldn't help but wonder. Didn't this kid not eat what he cooked? Didn't he go home last night and was struck by lightning without protecting himself, causing his brain to get flooded?
?
"Wow, Lin Ze, your skills are really good, just as domineering as your beating." Han Xiaobao praised.
Lin Ze understood. This guy was simply appreciating my beating skills. But when we were in the villa, didn't he show off his skills in front of him? He soon realized that the bodyguards were hired by them, and he didn't feel intimidating when he hit them.
.But it's different when he fights with people outside and gets the limelight. Han Xiaobao, who yearns for pleasure and revenge, suddenly becomes Lin Ze's fan.
"Xiaobao, please eat slowly and save some for me." Han Xiaoyi was like a queen arriving at this time, stepping on flip-flops, holding the handrail with one hand, and slowly walked downstairs. That posture and that tone must be covered with Qing Dynasty.
Dressed in costume, she really looks like a harem beauty.
Lin Ze knew that they played too crazy last night and didn't go to bed until two or three o'clock. Therefore, the lunch he made today was also light. The staple food was millet porridge and bread, so that they could clear their stomachs and reduce the heat.
Lin Ze waited until they were almost done eating before serving the meal. He ate the rest of the porridge. When he saw them all put down their bowls and chopsticks, he poured the food on the plate directly into the bowl and swallowed it all with the salty taste.
.
Uncle Fu came over to clean up the dishes after they finished eating. This was Lin Ze's only bottom line——
He can cook and do laundry, mop the floor and wash the toilet, but he can't wash the dishes. He can't stand the greasy feeling at all, even if he wears gloves. He still remembers when Xiao Hei took Lin Ze to the sauna shop.
Lin Ze was not interested at all when Erbo* recommended services such as side service. On the other hand, he was reluctant to tolerate services such as back-stepping that did not require contact with olive oil.
The young masters and ladies wearing them were all dressed up and got into the car with their bags in hand.
In the passenger seat, Lin Ze quietly lit a cigarette and said with emotion: "Time flies by, quietly passing by the fingertips, not even a bubble pops up."
"Weekends always go by so fast, Lin Ze. When you stay here for a while, you will be more and more eager for a vacation." Han Xiaoyi joked.
"I'm not talking about vacation. Compared with this bad weekend, I would rather sleep on the school's small but warm desk. At least, when the first ray of sunlight shines down in the morning, it will shine on my head.
." Lin Ze curled his lips and said.
"Then you are a young man here?" Han Xiaoyi said dissatisfied.
"I'm just lamenting that I spent so much time watching a movie with a plot last night. Alas, time is not forgiving. As we get older, our physical strength is not as good as it used to be." Lin Ze lamented.
Han Xiaobao said with envy: "Don't be kidding, with your explosive power and combat value. I wish I could have your inferior physical strength, but then again, sister, why did you tell them last night not to tell them about this?
, so cool, how can you do it without showing off?"
"You two? Aren't you afraid that the dean of students will cause trouble for you?" Han Xiaoyi said disdainfully.
"He has no evidence." Han Xiaobao said puzzled.
"Don't say that. Don't forget Lin Ze's identity." Han Xiaoyi said displeased. "He is our nominal cousin now. Give him some face in school and don't arouse suspicion."
"Yes!" Han Xiaobao smiled and flattered Lin Ze. "Good afternoon, cousin."
Lin Ze frowned, turned around suddenly, grabbed Han Xiaobao and Han Xiaoyi's arms with both hands, pulled them down, and shouted: "Get down!"
Almost at the same time, a sharp long knife emerged from the roof of the car, and the blade danced with a soul-eating cold light, click—
There was a sharp and ear-piercing sound of metal jamming, and a huge gash was opened on the roof of the car by the sharp knife. The two of them, Han Xiaobao and Han Xiaobao, were so frightened that they slightly screamed. Fortunately, they were used to assassinations, otherwise they would have fainted from fear.
How much arm strength does this killer on the car roof have to have to forcefully pull open the car roof with an extremely sharp knife?
