Paying someone to commit murder usually only happens to rich people, including politicians. Whether life or death, or alerting someone to a crime, there are always things that involve interests and political connections.
k doesn’t care about those twisted relationships, he just kills and gets the money after the killing. Not to mention how many benefits his superiors can get, just because he gets six figures of RMB every time he completes a task, he has a reason to kill in silence and retreat
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That night he got the contents of his mission with great relief and left the poor kindergarten teacher's house without saying a word. First, he found the designated spot where he told him to park through the urban map he always kept on his body, and walked around twice to find out.
He checked to see if there were any extra people nearby - he didn't want another kindergarten teacher incident to happen.
Then he approached the silver-gray Focus and took out the car key from the rearview mirror. He drove the car through the downtown area where the lights were on in the middle of the night, and parked the car among the cars of people who came to have fun.
He took the blank bullet that was his mission from his breast pocket.
Carefully remove the warhead and pull out a piece of paper. The address of the person who is about to become a victim and the physical characteristics of the target are printed on the piece of paper. At the end, there is a special reminder that this person lives alone and is very careful on weekdays. He needs to observe him for a few days before resuming.
Take action. Finally, there is a handwritten price on it, and that value will be added to his bank card after the transaction is completed.
It's another time-consuming trip, but it never hurts to sail with caution.
But he didn't want to waste time looking at shit, so he drove at a steady speed and followed the map to the downstairs of the prospective victim's house.
This is a quite old community, with three buildings surrounding a flat area for the elderly and a few scattered flower beds. The target lives in a side room on the second floor of the building away from the main road. He parked his car where everyone parked at will.
Downstairs of the car, you could just see the target's window. The lights there were still dim.
K put on the sunglasses that he had prepared in the car, and stared at the target house where there was no movement. He took off the sunglasses in the middle of the night, allowing his eyes to adapt to the dark night well, and he was still a standard farsighted person.
, he could even see clearly that the chandelier in the target's room had three petals. But in this late night, the target was probably asleep.
In order to ensure the accuracy of the killing as much as possible, without giving him a photo, he could only break into the house according to the address, kill the person and then escape back to the city without leaving a trace.
It wasn't until the dim morning that the lights in the target's room were turned on. It seemed that the target got up early enough and lived a regular enough life. The target opened the window and looked into the distance through the window, allowing K to see his appearance clearly, but the target
After getting up, he didn't stay in the house for long. He quickly turned off the lights, hurriedly walked downstairs, and used the car key to disable the car's alarm system - even that car was right next to the silver Focus where K was.
Bun - and then the target drove away in his car.
He could finally relax and follow him out of the community, then find a place to stop, get out of the car and empty his bladder. It would be better if there was a wild water source for him to wash his face, return to the car to catch up on his sleep, and wait until the afternoon.
During his off-duty hours, he followed the traffic back to the community...
"I asked you, did the Queen Mother realize it? The love she lost yesterday only reacted today?" Zhuang Hua looked at Zhong Ping's worried look and complained. He was obviously very proud yesterday!
"K left last night... He said a lot to me yesterday..." Zhong Ping looked like an abandoned puppy.
Zhuang Hua was speechless. He patted Zhong Ping on the shoulder sincerely for a long time: "This is not the way to go. It's time to find a new girlfriend. Otherwise, I will introduce you to a good pet shop and you can buy a companion dog."
Zhong Ping kept looking at Zhuang Hua with resentful eyes, and finally Zhuang Hua lost.
Among the active children that day, apart from the little Tyrannosaurus Rex who pulled the little girl's braids and made them cry, Ming Ming's hand-made work also won unanimous praise from everyone.
He is obviously a smart and well-behaved little boy. He can memorize the Three-Character Classic and three hundred Tang poems in a clear and concise way, which is beyond the concentration and autonomy he should have at his age. Unlike Longlong, he has won the care of all the teachers and the love of all the kids. He is
The public lover of the entire kindergarten class.
Zhong Ping was cured by Ming Ming, because Ming Ming was his child in Class 1. Even the female teacher next door was envious and came here to tease Ming Ming every day after class.
At the same time, he also relaxed about K's behavior of saying goodbye without saying goodbye: as long as he was not the one who killed him, he didn't care where K went. However, this thought made his overflowing sympathy seem to have no place.
When he got home at night and cautiously opened the door and peeked into the house, he found that he looked like he was infected by a strange chuuni virus. When he realized this, he realized a more important point: K was no longer here, so he could no longer be cautious.
Just so as not to scare the rats that were eating his rotten cheese in the corner.
Subconsciously, he seemed to be expecting the vegetarian dishes delivered by the fast food restaurant to be placed warmly on the kitchen table. K sat near the refrigerator and pointed at the food with a stern eyebrow raised, telling him to eat it.
He took the menu and wanted to order Coke Wings and Sautéed Pork Eggs. While thinking about whether he should train himself to eat some vegetarian dishes, his eyes glanced at the fried vegetables from time to time. Well, it's cheap, healthy, and it can make him happy.
Get rid of the vicious circle of not being able to even feed yourself with a meager salary.
After some ideological struggle, he finally ordered the chicken wings and meat, and also ordered a vegetable dish on top of that. In a sense, he might as well have saved the money on the vegetable dish...
Forget about eating, when he sat on the toilet peacefully for the first time in a few days, he started a rather historic reminiscing about the bitterness and sweetness. Basically, it was about how he could not sit on the toilet no matter how long he pooped.
I still had a lot of thoughts, and I still had the embarrassing feeling that someone would come to check the pile of excrement of unknown meaning all the time.
After spending enough time in the toilet, Zhong Ping glanced nostalgically at the sofa where K had stayed for a few nights, thinking with self-satisfaction that the matter was over, and his peaceful life had experienced ups and downs for the first time.
His memory left as quickly as it came. He was woken up by the routine alarm early the next morning, washed up and went to work, using his sunniest mood to face the children who were in an important period of developing habits in life.
When he returned to the apartment that night, he began to self-examine his life as a routine again. It was a routine, but he seemed to have developed this routine just last night.
Thinking that he must have some sweets tomorrow night, the doorbell in his apartment rang with a strange sound. Without thinking about the deeper meaning, he looked out through the peephole on the door and saw an expression on his face.
A man as white as a ghost stood outside his door, staring straight into the cat's eyes, which frightened him so much that he let out an "ouch".