In the world's black market exchanges, there are detailed rankings of killers, and detailed introductions and valuations of killers who are somewhat famous in the world today.
A black market exchange is actually a website on the Internet. Professional websites naturally require a professional team, but no one knows who runs this website, just like who ranks the killer rankings, no one knows.
But no one will doubt the professionalism of this professional team, just like the evaluation and valuation he makes for each killer, which will become the most important reference standard for all employers who want to hire a killer to solve personal problems.
Naturally, the black market exchange will not introduce the true identity of the killer in this society. This is a rule, otherwise the killer will not be able to survive in the society. Perhaps, this professional team is so powerful that it knows the true identity and background of each killer.
It's all clear, but they won't publish it on the website.
They have their own interests. For example, everyone who enters the exchange will be a member here, and every member needs to pay a large membership fee. This membership fee is not the largest source of income for this organization.[
Anyone who wants to find a killer can go to the black market exchange. Here you can see whether the killer is available recently and clearly mark the price, so it is very convenient. However, for every transaction, the black market exchange has to withdraw a percentage.
Five commissions, this commission needs to be paid by the employer, and it is paid upfront. This is the biggest source of income for this organization.
In addition, there are some middlemen roaming the black market exchanges, commonly known as "tongues". These people must be people who have come out of the killer world. They have the information and contact information of some killers. They will take the initiative to contact the employer and provide the employer with information.
Killers also have employers who are willing to make things more secretive, so they cooperate with these tongues in private and accept their suggestions, because the share charged by tongues is actually not much, only 3% of the total turnover.
Tongues will definitely keep the information of their employers and killers secret. Under normal circumstances, no one knows the true identities of these Tongues in reality.
For example, this Elva is a tongue-in-cheek and middleman in the black market exchange. He is very qualified and has been in this industry for many years.
Over the years, he has not experienced danger. Fortunately, he is very clever, so even if he occasionally encounters some financial disputes, or an employer or a killer wants to trouble him, he can resolve them one by one.
But today, he knew that he couldn't reason with the other party.
He is the middleman in Monroe's mouth. He is very clear about the financial dispute between his employer and Monroe. He also knows who the employer is, so he hid it early. He didn't want to be exposed.
He got involved in this big trouble because he knew that now his employer and Monroe were at odds, because if Monroe wanted to find revenge on her employer, she would be the first to find him, and the employer didn't want Monroe.
Knowing his true identity, he will be the first to find him.
Whether it was his employer who was looking for him to silence him or Monroe who was looking for him to question, he couldn't afford to offend him. He had already accumulated countless wealth, so he didn't want to die even more.
He held Missy's mouth, no longer caring about being frivolous with her, and stared at the wall in front of him with round eyes. There was a monitor on the wall, and he could clearly see what was going on in the room outside.
At this time, the man in the trench coat had already wiped the gun clean and inserted it back into his waist. However, he was still wiping his face and hands. In fact, the blood on his face and hands had been wiped clean. He was still there.
Continue as if there is something clean and seclusion.
The man in the trench coat still looks very elegant now. He looks like a high-end white-collar elite working in an office building. With his eyes on, he has a very good temperament, and this trench coat also suits their figure very well.
The four followers were all in suits and leather shoes, with fierce faces, but looking at the back of the man in the trench coat, no one of them dared to say a word, and no one dared to show any impatience.
They knew the man in front of them very well. Even though he looked gentle and gentle, he was actually a complete pervert. His ferocity was beyond the ability of ordinary people to bear or imagine.
The man threw the handkerchief on the ground, then turned his head and walked to the desk. Facing the four attendants, he pressed his hands on the table and said with a smile: "Where will he hide?"
The four followers looked at me, and I looked at you, and then shook their heads together.
The man in the trench coat shook his head and said with a smile on his face: "You are really a bunch of stupid people, stupid cows. Do you know why you must listen to me? Because I am smarter than you."
"My wisdom method is communicating with you. This is really sad, but it doesn't matter. I am sure that he should be in this room. What you have to do now is to find him. Okay, stupid pigs, start taking action.
Got it!"
The words of the man in the trench coat were shocking, but none of the four followers dared to express their dissatisfaction. It was more like they were used to the man in the trench coat.
Several men opened fire, with tongues of fire shooting out, and the surrounding walls suddenly burst into holes.[
Changing the magazine, they continued firing.
Amidst the sound of gunfire, the man in the trench coat squatted down, covered his ears with his hands, and huddled under the desk.
The four followers had no intention of stopping at all. They believed in the judgment of the man in the trench coat, because they believed that the intelligence of the man in the trench coat was indeed much higher than the four of them combined.
But the man in the trench coat suddenly stretched out his hand in the air and shouted: "Stop!"
The four of them ceased fire together, and then looked at the man in the trench coat in confusion.
The man in the trench coat stood up, first carefully arranged his clothes, and finally took out a cigar from his pocket, lit it, and holding the cigar in one hand, he squatted down and wiped a spot on the ground with his fingers.
water spots, then put it to the tip of your nose and smell it.
"I wipe it, it's disgusting, it's so dirty!"
The man in the trench coat walked to the toilet in the corner, washed his hands carefully, looked in the mirror again, and came out.
The four followers were still standing there quietly. The man in the trench coat walked to the monitor in the corner and shook his head: "What a coward!"
"You stupid pigs, do you want to make a bet? Bet ten thousand dollars that I can find them. Yes, that's right, in this room." The man in the trench coat said with a smile.
Unexpectedly, the four followers did not bet with him at all, but shook their heads together.
The man in the trench coat found it a bit interesting, and then said: "Okay, I admit that at this moment, your IQ has increased a lot. At least, you did not bet with me. In fact, if you had bet, at this moment, I will have four more points."
Ten thousand dollars, okay, just watch and see how I find them!"
Every move of the man in the trench coat was watched by Elva, who looked nervous at this time.
He recognized the man in the trench coat. He was a figure on the killer list. Although he was not ranked particularly high, if one were to judge the cruelty and attitude, the man in the trench coat could definitely be ranked in the top three, or even first.
There is always no shortage of perverts on the killer list!
The man in the trench coat took the gun from a man and started shooting. He was no longer shooting at the wall, but at the desk and everything on it.
After a burst of shooting, many things were maimed to pieces, but the pen holder did not seem to be much damaged.
The man in the trench coat handed the gun back to his men, then walked towards the pen holder, first knocked it, then tried to turn it, left and right, and kept groping.
Several of his subordinates were stunned and had no idea what the man in the trench coat was doing. However, Elva was already sweating profusely and was filled with despair. His hands began to cover Missy's mouth harder, and the latter gasped.
I couldn't help but finally started to struggle.
At this moment, the man in the trench coat finally touched the mechanism, and the wall opened to both sides with a crash, revealing Elva and Missy in the small secret room inside.
Missy's face turned red, and she finally struggled out, then stumbled out. Seeing several men pointing guns at her, she retreated to the wall, holding her belly with both hands, and kept coughing.
Edward walked out with a depressed look on his face.[
Four guns were pointed at the two people together.
Edward shook his head, then put his head in his hands and squatted in the corner.
Missy looked frightened at this moment, but she soon regained her composure. Perhaps her heart was not as calm as it appeared at that moment. She looked at the man in the trench coat with a look of longing that seemed to be unsatisfied.
Blame "women".
In the face of death, everyone can act. For example, Missy at this time is completely like an actor with superb acting skills. She is more like a famous star in a Category III film.
"Oh my God, beautiful little nun, you were actually having sex with him just now, weren't you?" The man in the trench coat shook his head repeatedly with disappointment and contempt on his face.
Little Sister Missy nodded, then tried her best to cheer herself up, and finally smiled and said: "Yes, but I prefer men like you."
"You want me not to kill you?" The man in the trench coat laughed.
Missy smiled and said: "Yes, because I can make you very comfortable. Don't worry, although I am not a 'prostitute', I know how to serve men better than those bitches."
The man in the trench coat glanced at his four subordinates and laughed.
His four men also laughed together, but their smiles were a bit pitiful and joking.
She is actually seducing the man in the trench coat?
They thought this was incredible.
But Missy was already slowly walking towards the man in the trench coat. The man in the trench coat was leaning on the desk, holding a cigar in one hand, puffing away smoke while watching Missy's performance.
Missy finally walked in front of the man in the trench coat. She squatted down and began to take off the man's belt. At the same time, she raised her head and looked at the man in the trench coat with a charming smile on her face.
The man in the trench coat smiled even more wildly, while Missy lowered her head. She felt a little sad, but also a little proud.
It turns out that men do like women’s service after all!
She thought so in her heart.
But the next moment, she suddenly felt a headache. She looked up and saw the man in the trench coat grabbing an ashtray and smashing it on her head again.
At this moment, she was a little dazed, but then she was surrounded by severe pain coming from her head. Her consciousness quickly disappeared, and she just instinctively wanted to fall back.
The man in the trench coat didn't let Missy fall to the ground. He grabbed her hair with one hand, and still grabbed the ashtray with the other hand and hit Missy on the head violently and continuously.
Finally, Missy stopped struggling. Her head was already bloody, and her brains and blood were mixed together, which was particularly thrilling.
Edward suddenly made a sound and vomited.
Vomiting.
The four henchmen with guns couldn't help but turn their heads to the side at this time, and the man in the trench coat drove Missy away. The cigar in his mouth was still filled with smoke.
He walked to the toilet and started washing his hands again. Blood was flowing all over the floor. He carefully tied his belt again and looked in front of the mirror again.
Back in the room, the man in the trench coat was still complaining.
"Why are women so dirty? Oh, God, please forgive your most devout believers. I am helping you purify the sins of this world. They are guilty. I must let them go to God to be baptized by you.
, I am doing this for their own good, because it is a sin for them to live!"
The man in the trench coat made the sign of the cross on his chest.
Elva finally finished vomiting. He straightened up slowly, then looked at the man in the trench coat and frowned: "How can you be his? Although your ranking on the killer rankings is not high, your reputation is still
Very big. If you let me go, I can introduce a business to you and guarantee that you will make money. You know, I am the most experienced middleman in the black market. I have a wide range of resources. I can help you make money. And
I can do it without commission or dividends."
Shaking his head, the man in the trench coat laughed: "You know, your words can't impress me, and you have also seen that there are four stupid pigs here. If I were bribed by you, wouldn't I want to
Kill them all and silence them."
The four followers swallowed instinctively, and then tightened their guns together, as if the man in the trench coat might really break out in the next second. They were very afraid of the man in the trench coat, and they were sure that they would not be able to attack the man in the trench coat.
Run away when trouble arises.
Elva added: "Okay, then I can give you money, a lot of money, and you should know that you are on the killer list, and what you are doing is against the rules of the black market. If this gets spread,
It will be very detrimental to your future development."
"Are you reminding me to kill you quickly to silence you? Don't worry, I will definitely kill you to silence you, but since you know my hobbies, you know that I have a hobby. Since you are going to die, you might as well play with me
Is the game good?" The man in the trench coat laughed, took two puffs of his cigar, and then suggested.
But the next moment, he raised his head and looked at the monitor hanging on the wall, and his expression changed.
Fortunately, the monitor was not destroyed, which was a miracle. At this time, he saw from the monitor that someone had arrived on the first floor, and there were more than one.
"Stupid pigs, start taking action, go out and kill them!" The man in the trench coat licked his lips and said cruelly: "If you accidentally let them come here, if you are still alive at that time,
Gasp, okay, I promise, I will kill you with my own hands, hurry up, go, go, go!"
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