As night fell, people were caught off guard by the sudden heavy rain. Those who returned from get off work and went shopping were soaked by the heavy rain, but some people still prepared umbrellas, but this rain was like God. It's like pouring water on the ground. Even with an umbrella, it doesn't get wet.
The heavy rain is accompanied by thunder and lightning, which makes people feel gloomy and at the same time a bit frightened. In the freezing temperature, as long as your clothes get wet, you will shiver with cold.
At this time, on the iron frame of the Dongjiang Bridge for tourists to enjoy the scenery of the river, a man and a woman were standing. They were exposed to the heavy rain. The man's eyes were cold and the woman's face was expressionless, like a pair of lovers about to say goodbye.
, the heavy rain hit them, but it didn't make them move at all. The two people looked at each other with a murderous look that was difficult for ordinary people to detect.
Vehicles were coming and going on the Dongjiang Bridge. Under the heavy rain, no one noticed the two people above them. Even if they noticed, they just passed by in a hurry and had no interest in talking to these two crazy guys.
The thunder and lightning did not touch their heartstrings, and the heavy rain did not block their sight. Both of them were looking for opportunities, just like two peerless masters in a game of chess, each waiting for the other to reveal a flaw.
"Boom"
Dazzling lightning lit up the night sky. The moment the thunder appeared, the two of them moved at the same time. A flying knife with a cold light appeared in the man's hand, and a dark pistol appeared in the woman's hand.
The heavy rain did not affect the speed of the two of them, nor did it affect the woman's pistol. The bullet was unexpectedly shot out of the gun chamber, and the man's flying knife slid across the night sky, giving off an astonishing brilliance under the lightning.
At this moment, time seemed to have completely stopped, leaving only the trajectory of the flying knife and the bullet. The flying knife cut the blocked raindrop in half. With the powerful force, it created a cyclone, and the bullet also carried a terrifying penetration.
It has penetrating power and violently rolls up raindrops.
With a crisp "ding" sound, the flying knife cut the bullet in half, and in a horrifying way, continued its purpose and stabbed the woman's chest.
With a "pop" sound, the flying knife was inserted into the woman's chest, and the bullet split into two halves and flew away from both sides of the man without losing force.
The woman knelt on the iron frame with a "pop" sound. The heavy rain and thunder and lightning covered up the sound of the gun and the moment when the flying knife and the bullet came into contact.
The woman's blood slowly flowed out of her chest, and as the raindrops fell towards the bridge, it dripped on the windshield in front of a passing car. The driver had a momentary illusion and wanted to carefully check whether it was rain or not.
The blood was directly washed away by the wipers, and quickly disappeared without a trace as the heavy rain poured down.
"Blood rain? I took medicine today." The driver calmed down, but he didn't notice the "illusion" just now. When the car drove across the bridge, the "illusion" just now had disappeared from his mind.
Cang Long slowly walked towards Hei Man who was kneeling on one knee. His handsome face was as cold as ice under the heavy rain. When he walked to the woman, he squatted down, stretched out his hand and slowly lifted the woman's lowered head.
Choke up.
The woman's face was full of coldness and despair, but she didn't have much fear. Instead, she sneered: "Although I have always thought that I am no worse than you, when this moment comes, I have to admit that you are indeed better than me."
"Tell me what I want." Cang Long's ruthless face, a pair of empty eyes, seemed to swallow everything in the world.
"The world's number one killer, do you still need to get what you want from me?" As the blood went by, Heiman's face became increasingly pale. She was not resisting needlessly, because this man really wanted to
Killing her couldn't be easier.
"You have always thought that I am too omnipotent, so I am omnipotent in your hearts. Unfortunately, I am not the real God of Death, I am just an ordinary person." Canglong shook his head, "If you don't tell me, I have many ways.
Let you live, and your life will be worse than death."
"Is this the reason why you didn't stab my heart with a knife?" Heiman looked at him sarcastically, his pale face like a rose that was about to wither.
"I won't get any commission if I kill you." Canglong said calmly.
"Give me a good time." Heiman closed his eyes, without despair or fear, just facing the impending death. Once upon a time, Heiman was very afraid of death. A dead killer has no value, but
When she really faced this moment, she was so calm.
Because she couldn't imagine that there was anything in this world that was worthy of her nostalgia. From birth to now, she had just sat here like this. She killed people, and people also killed her. Maybe it was because she didn't have the bonds of ordinary people, so the approach of death was not worth it.
She was afraid, and it would be more honorable to die in Canglong's hands than in the hands of others.
"When a person is about to die, his words are kind. Shouldn't you kindly remind me something?" Cang Long said in a different way. He knew that Hei Man was not afraid of death, and he might not even be afraid that life would be worse than death.
"Haha." Heiman suddenly laughed.
The flying knife stabbed her chest, but did not penetrate into the heart. Canglong grasped the angle very well and stabbed right next to the heart, but when her heart beat, the heart would hit the flying knife. This was the most uncomfortable thing, but
Heiman has been trained in pain since she was a child. She has passed the eighth-level test of nine-level pain, so there is no strange color on her face from beginning to end.
"Are you saying goodbye to this world?" Canglong suddenly withdrew his hand, sat aside, and said to himself, "Actually, there are too many things worth experiencing in this world, such as feelings. Once upon a time, we thought feelings were
It’s superfluous, but if a person doesn’t have emotions, is he still a human being?”
"I don't need you to teach me." Heiman's expression changed.
In the anger just now, she suddenly twisted the flying knife, and the pain came instantly, causing her charming face to twist instantly. This may be the ninth level of pain. Ordinary people will faint as long as they reach the fourth level of pain.
Death passed, but her consciousness was still so clear at this time.
"What killing can bring us is not pleasure, only boredom and fatigue. A killer without emotions is the real killer. Unfortunately, I am not qualified from beginning to end, and neither are you, because at the beginning of human beings,
There is no way to escape when you have feelings. Since you can't escape, you can only face it." Canglong suddenly smiled and raised his head, letting the heavy rain fall on him and on his face, as if he was enjoying something.
.
"If you can't escape, then choose death." Heiman's tone was cold, not wanting to touch his own wounds because of Canglong's provocative tone.
"Look at the ordinary people below. They are always envious of other people's lives, but they don't know that they are actually happier than the people they envy. It's just that they only see the happiness of others, but ignore their own.
Happiness." Cang Long said to himself, "From our point of view, we actually envy them, envy their freedom, envy their stability, and even envy their lives, although they cannot have what we possess.
abilities, but these abilities on the contrary also bring us pain. In their position, they are free and stable, but they also bring them pain, but this is life."
"Stop talking." Heiman suddenly trembled all over, because at this moment, something in her heart was suddenly touched. It seemed that she had been suppressing it for a long time, and was finally ignited by the fuse of Canglong. It exploded in an instant, but she became more and more
When I get excited, my chest hurts more and more.
"There is only one process in life, and this process depends on your choice. In fact, everyone has no choice, but people can often create choices, so people enjoy it, the pain it brings, and the joy it brings
, because the end is death, I believe no one is willing to face death so soon." Canglong said calmly.
Heiman became more and more excited. She raised her hand involuntarily and firmly grasped the dagger on her chest. She gritted her teeth and seemed to want to insert the dagger into her heart. But as expected, Canglong blocked it.
She restrained her acupuncture points, making her whole hand uncontrollable.
"What exactly do you want to do?" Heiman looked at Canglong with resentment, and there was no doubt that at this moment she wanted to cut Canglong into pieces.
"I want you to enjoy the rest of your life." Canglong said, fiercely pulling out the dagger and throwing it into the river. Blood spurted on his face, which was instantly washed away by the heavy rain. "A life like no other."
It would be better to die."
He stood up, not caring about Heiman, but walked straight towards the road he came from.
"You...you...why don't you kill me..." Heiman's tone was full of resentment, and her breathing was short of breath, making it difficult for her to say a complete sentence.
Canglong froze, but did not look back: "You can actually choose, but sometimes you force yourself to not be able to choose."
"Stop!" Seeing Cang Long about to leave, Hei Man suddenly said anxiously. She covered the wound with one hand and held the railing with the other. She stood up slowly and gasped, "No matter... you are
What...what purpose...but I...never owe...owe you anything. All of this is what the Assassin League asked me to...let me
What I did... This is my... last task... They... They promised me... As long as the task is completed...
Just give me freedom."
"Does that include killing me?" Canglong turned back and looked at her.
"No." Heiman shook his head firmly, "This is my own decision. Maybe I am too naive, or maybe you are too lucky."
"Did your client ask you to come to China?" Canglong asked.
Heiman nodded, "Don't trust your client."
"Would you trust a person who sent you to a death training camp?" Canglong gave her a sarcastic look, "Even if he looks good to you, he is really good."
Heiman was stunned, with a bit of a wry smile on his face, and his whole body was trembling. Canglong turned around and walked towards the way he came without any sympathy.
The heavy rain kept falling, and it seemed that there was no end. Heiman looked at the city in the distance, looking up at the sky just like Canglong did just now, standing motionless like a sculpture. After an unknown amount of time, she suddenly moved, crumbling.