The orange halo of the street lamp dyed her white skirt, and the night breeze gently lifted the corners of her skirt, blowing away the faint orchid-like fragrance on her body.
The deeper the smile on her face, the more nervous he felt, and this nervousness was inexplicable.
As a professional killer who has been around for more than 20 years, he often has a strong intuition for opponents who are stronger than himself, and can clearly feel the killing intent from the opponent.
However, he did not feel any killing intent from her body, but he felt a sudden chill, feeling that she was like a Rakshasa girl coming out of Shura Ghost City. Every step closer was a dangerous step.[
The high degree of tension caused him to pull out a gun from his trouser pocket and point it at her, "Don't move!"
"oh."
Yang Zimei responded lightly, stopped in his tracks, and looked at him with his black eyes blinking, as if he was just holding a toy gun.
"Are you Yang Zimei?" He thought this sentence was redundant.
"Well, I'm Yang Zimei. You want to kill me?" Yang Zimei's tone was calm and relaxed, as if she was discussing something with him, and the smile on her lips became deeper.
"Don't laugh!"
Seeing her smile, he suddenly felt like he was being targeted with a gun, not her, so he said viciously.
"Um."
Yang Zimei actually responded again and put away the smile on his lips.
Once she stopped smiling, her whole body would feel like it was covered with ice, and a cold breath would fill the air, as if the twelfth lunar month of winter was coming.
He didn't look like he was facing her again for a moment, his fingers were clasped around the gun
My wrist suddenly felt cold, my whole arm suddenly became stiff and unable to move, and the pistol in my hand fell to the ground.
He was shocked and bent over to pick up the gun with his other hand.
I just picked up the gun, and just as I aimed it, my hand froze again, and the gun fell to the ground again...
"Huh? Why don't you shoot?"
Yang Zimei said in a surprised tone, with that smile on his face that made him unconsciously afraid.
"You...you...know witchcraft?"
Over the years, he has traveled all over the country, experienced life and death, and has seen a lot. Naturally, he also knows some strange things about witchcraft.
One of his companions was in the hands of a wizard for no apparent reason.[
"Yes, don't you know? Before you want to kill me, you should understand me clearly." Yang Zimei narrowed his eyes and smiled, "otherwise, you really are not a qualified killer."
His face turned dark.
Previously, the information he received about Yang Zimei said that she was just an ordinary girl in middle school, and no one had ever said that she could do witchcraft.
No wonder, the employer would pay 10 million to assassinate her.
It turned out that he was not just an ordinary girl. He was really too careless. If he had known better, he would have shot her while she was not paying attention on the street.
"Tell me, who hired you to kill me!" Yang Zimei's tone suddenly turned cold.
"I have no idea."
As a professional killer, he naturally has his own professional ethics. He will not tell the employer's information until death. What's more, their employment and employment relationship itself is operated through a secret operation. He doesn't know who he is at all.
He is the employer and only knows the target to be assassinated.
"Oh, then you can go be silly."
Yang Zimei saw that he really didn't know, and it would be a waste of energy to ask again. She had to go home later, so she didn't want to waste time on such a person.
To be stupid? Instead of die?
Before the killer could react, his forehead felt cold again, and then his whole head seemed to be exploded by a bomb, making a chaotic noise, and finally turned into a blank...
