This is a city that is similar to Jiangdu to some extent, but completely different to some extent.
For the people living in this city, it is also elusive and unpredictable. Just as there are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand readers, if someone randomly selects a thousand people from the streets of Huicheng and asks
The attitude of the city they see in their eyes may have different answers.
Huicheng is a quagmire.
People will not notice anything at first, just like frogs in warm water. However, when they come to their senses, they are often trapped in it and cannot extricate themselves. Even if they try their best, they cannot get rid of the curse left by this city.
Huicheng is an ogre.
Some people work diligently, not seeking success or fame, but just to avoid trouble. But this city will not let anyone go easily. It chooses people to eat, eats and wipes them clean, and at the same time looks well-dressed, like a elegant gentleman.
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Huicheng is a city full of gold and opportunities.
For some people it is.
For example, take Frank Whiteman, a member of the killer organization "Black Sun".
The helicopter landed on the empty tarmac as if riding a hurricane. Fernando walked out along the gangway, the hem of his windbreaker rising and falling like a cloak in the hurricane whipped up by the propellers.
He took out the ringing mobile phone from his inner pocket and clicked the connect button.
"It's me, Venomous Bee." He said in a relaxed tone, "Yes, I'm in Huicheng, I just got off the plane. As agreed in advance, the deposit of 40 million will be given after the rest of the matter is completed...
..Don’t worry, sir, you can completely trust the credibility of our ‘Black Sun’.”
After he finished saying this, he only waited a few seconds, then picked up his phone and glanced at the screen to confirm the payment.
The corner of his mouth twitched.
This is why he and his peers love Huicheng.
For those of them who create wealth by taking human lives, this is the best choice. It has the most generous donors, and it provides the largest number of orders to the industry every year.
This is Huicheng, where people die every day. What’s even more frightening is that people are used to it.
Frank was very satisfied with his employer's efficiency: "Don't worry, sir, you just ordered the most reliable service on the planet. I assure you, he is a dead man."
When he hung up the phone, the helicopter's engine had just stopped. Another man was walking out of the cabin. He was about five years old and had a strong build. His suit and lining could not hide his exaggerated muscles.
The strong man's name is Haig, Fernando's partner and younger brother.
They landed at 5:30, completed the task before 8:30, and had to leave the city before 8:30 because they had other work to do at night. Their schedule was very full.
"Relax, Haig, this will be a very easy task." Frank said casually as he walked, "That's why I keep telling you that this city is great, because you rarely get it anywhere else.
Such excellent value for money..."
Having said this, his pupils shrank, and his whole body turned to the side almost instinctively. The black dart passed by the side of his cheek with a sound of breaking through the air, leaving a shallow blood mark on his face.
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A bat-shaped dart.
It flew past Fernando's cheek and was nailed to the outside of the rear helicopter cabin.
Ferdinand's eyes quickly locked onto the direction of the dart attack, and he saw the guy who had the audacity to sneak up on them.
a girl.
The reason why she is called a girl can actually be seen from her thin body and tall but slightly green figure. Her whole body was tightly wrapped in a black uniform, and her small head was stuffed into the stand.
In a bat hood with pointed ears.
There is a golden bat painted on her chest, and her cloak is flying behind her with the air waves on the tarmac.
Ferdinand narrowed his eyes and took a closer look at this special uninvited guest.
"Ha, a bat."
As a member of the world's top killer organization "Black Sun", Fu** naturally has heard about this recent craze.
It seems that the craze started from a group of cross-dressing lunatics in Jiangdu. Recently, similar freaks have begun to appear in many cities. A group of people wear masks or cloaks and dress up like Halloween, thinking they are good at it.
Chivalrous people try to bring order to chaos, but they are just clowns.
The killers of Black Sun have always been disdainful of these madmen. They believe that some of the guys wearing masks may be relatively capable of fighting, but that's it. Those freaks can only be found on the streets without organization or skills.
It's just a fish fry among the guys.
But they are different. They are the world's top killers, real professionals. When Frank was bragging in the organization last week, he said that those lunatics dressed like insects and animals had better not meet him.
Otherwise, he will definitely make those guys regret being born by his mother in this life.
I didn't expect that just after I said these words, I actually bumped into him today.
"Tch, she's actually a little girl."
Fu** snorted indifferently, seeming to feel a little bored.
He felt that he could see through the opponent's background at a glance. A little girl who had learned some martial arts in the Youth Palace - maybe she did have a little bit of talent - just won a few youth fighting awards and started to expand.
Then she was influenced by some crazy people in strange clothes in the news. She put on such a strange outfit and ran out on the streets without knowing what she could do, and got involved in things that were far beyond her ability.
"They should really restrict young people's access to the Internet and see how they have been poisoned by the current Internet."
Fu** muttered, crossed his arms and did not intend to take action.
"She's yours, Haig."
The strong man named Haig stretched out his fingers, and his knuckles crackled.
"You're very lucky. I don't like hitting little girls." Haig said coldly with a stern face, "So you can run away now."
But it was obvious that he did not realize the seriousness of the problem at this time.
The "little girl" standing in front of them at this moment, her name is Cassandra Cain, the third generation Batgirl, the number one fighter from a world where there are many masters.
She didn't even put on a fighting stance, she just took out a palm from her small cloak and made a seductive gesture towards the opponent, as if to provoke him.
Haig felt insulted.
"Okay, you asked for it."
Haig took a stance, strode forward, and punched Batgirl with a loud punch.
Although his attitude is contemptuous, his moves are unambiguous in the slightest. His footwork, stance, and moves are all professional-level. In terms of basic skills alone, even a top-notch boxer on the field cannot do better.
He is born with great strength and is good at integrating his physical abilities into his moves. In his early years, he was cruel and had smashed the heads of his enemies with his bare hands many times. He was also a representative of the strong style in the killer industry and was once dubbed "
The title "Bronze Hammer Hand".
Until he was rescued by Frankie when he was about to die during a mission. From then on, he was willing to become the little brother of Frankie the Venomous Bee, and they have been working together for many years.
It was only after he became a younger brother that Haig clearly realized that he was actually more suitable to be a thug than a killer. His other qualities as a killer were average, except for his natural supernatural power and his extraordinary talent in boxing.
If his birth had not left him with no choice, perhaps he would have chosen to compete in the ring for the glory of a martial arts master instead of doing a shady job.
Fu** stood aside with his arms folded and a playful expression on his face.
As a killer, Haig may only be in the middle or upper reaches, but as a thug, he is definitely a rare fighter. There are very few people in the organization who can beat him.
He didn't know who this crazy girl dressed as a bat was, but he didn't intend to kill her. Haig would teach her a lesson and tell this ignorant brat what was the difference between her and a real master, and tell her that in teenagers
The little three-legged cat kung fu I learned in the palace is so worthless in front of the top experts.
In this way, she will realize that this crazy and willful behavior will only kill herself, and she might just put away her ridiculous outfit and her thoughts of being a sophomore, and go back to study.
Bang.
Like someone slamming on the brakes of a speeding truck, Haig's momentum stopped abruptly. He received a heavy punch on the right side of his cheek, his mouth tilted under the huge momentum, and a mouthful of old blood covered a
The broken teeth flew out.
Batgirl stood there calmly, with only one arm stretched out from under her cloak, maintaining a somewhat casual punching posture, almost mocking.