In the dark night, there is a faint sound of wind.
This is a hillside on the outskirts of Jianghai City, mostly surrounded by sparse woods. There is an old stone pillar on the hillside. Now, a little boy is sitting next to the stone pillar, doing dull and monotonous exercises with his hands.
Sitting cross-legged like an old monk, his fingers are dancing and forming Buddhist mudras one after another. In the change of extreme stillness and extreme movement, he exercises the sensitivity of his fingers.
Buddhist mudra encompasses all movements that can be made by human hands. In this silence, he felt the sound of the friction between his fingers and the air. He didn't know how long it took before he stopped his movements, opened his eyes, and spit out
One breath.
There are no stars in the night sky, and the light of the city only falls into tranquility in a very distant direction. This is when people sleep the deepest. However, in his eyes, the outlines of the surrounding grass and mountains and forests are still visible, through
The sound of the wind rubbing against the earth became clearer. For a killer, this was definitely a dream state.
Starting with a dirt-free body, training in the right direction, and a clear mind, in just more than three years, he may have reached a more ideal state than in his heyday. When there is no killer's shackles, he can actually
It may be quite ironic to become a more terrifying killer.
Naturally, his physical strength is not as good as his adult self. However, when it comes to killing people, as a child, he can lower everyone's defensive awareness. The killer's awareness of always being on guard against others may be reduced, but the sensitivity of this body is not.
More ideal than before. But...
"It's such a monotonous and boring life..."
He smiled helplessly and murmured.
The world of children, for an adult's mentality, is still very boring most of the time. Even though the two friends Lingjing and Huaisha have been determined in their hearts to be important to themselves, sometimes their slightly childish behavior
The suggestions and decisions really made him laugh bitterly. However, he was used to playing the weak role of others, and he subconsciously did not want to spoil their interest. He forced himself to act like a child, hoping to grow up quickly but in his heart
The higher the base, the thicker it becomes.
Perhaps this childish wish is the only thing I have in common with the child.
Nowadays, the only thing that can keep me interested is the breath of freedom and the unremitting practice of killing every day.
Mingming has been trying to break away from the shackles of the killer, and when he can really control everything about himself, he finds that habits have become natural, and he can still only repeat the training of becoming a killer. Of course, he does not think that this power can only be used to kill people.
, to live comfortably in this world, you often need this kind of power. In addition...
Freedom...
Breathing the air around him, this unrestrained feeling never made him feel even a little bit bored. Although being in a daze all day long would make others feel stupid.
But what should I do in the future? Being a doctor seems good as Shasha said, but if the killer becomes a doctor... wouldn't he become Doctor Lamb?
He skillfully assembled a bunch of parts into a gun in the dark. He smiled slightly at this idea. In fact, when he was a killer, he was a restless killer. After becoming an ordinary person, it was too easy for him.
Satisfied ordinary people.
After assembling the pistol, dismantling it, and reassembling it, a burst of noise followed the sound of the wind. It was... the sound of gunfire...
After quickly assembling the pistol in a few seconds, he closed his eyes and listened carefully to what was happening in the wind.
About a mile away, in the woods, there was a group of people, armed with pistols and light machine guns, who were... being chased...
He suddenly opened his eyes. Although Jianghai City is currently developing and is relatively chaotic in some aspects, China's gun control has always been strict. These people can own submachine guns, but they are just trying to escape. And he who is following behind cannot listen.
There's no clue, it's obviously just a pistol equipped with a silencer... Are there any masters in the mercenary world here?
The direction in which these people are escaping is coming towards me. The distance is not too far, and there is a possibility that they will bump into me. So, do I need to avoid it?
After thinking for a moment, he screwed the silencer on the muzzle of the gun.
Going out to exercise is a predetermined plan. It would be too boring to do it again if you have to avoid these irrelevant people for one reason or another.
Leaning quietly on the stone pillar, he became one with the darkness.
The sound of submachine guns continued to decrease in the woods, which showed that there were fewer and fewer people being chased. Soon after, Jia Ming judged that there was only one pursuer following them.
Now it's interesting.
Chasing a group of people with a pistol behind you can be done with your own abilities. However, no matter from the perspective of a killer or a mercenary, this is too flamboyant behavior. However, in the dark world, such a
There are not a few crazy people.
Soon after, the people who were being chased rushed out of the forest. To Jiaming's surprise, the language they spoke was actually English.
"go!go...*you——"
There were four people who escaped from the woods. In front of them were two women, one large and one small. The older woman had blond hair and was particularly conspicuous in the dark. It seemed that they were a mother and daughter. The one holding a gun was behind.
The two men should be their bodyguards. One of the men yelled, stopped, and started shooting wildly into the woods.
In Jia Ming's eyes, this guy is completely insane. He has already run outside the woods. Although it is very dark, if you look carefully, you can always see the outline, but you can't see anything clearly in the woods. Stop at this time.
Aren't you just serving as a target for that guy in the woods?
Sure enough, the flames of the submachine gun only lasted for two seconds, and a bullet hit him in the forehead. Another bodyguard was also killed by a headshot two seconds later. Then, a man in black came out of the woods like a ghost.
Zhong followed out.
The two women, one large and one small, had just run to the general area at this time. The man raised his gun, and with a "pop" sound, the bullet sank into the grass in front of the blond woman. Just as she was about to step there, she saw the grass slope explode.
Open, with a low cry, her body lost her balance and fell heavily to the ground. The little girl ran two steps, turned back immediately, and cried: "Mommy! Mommy!"
"Run! Run!" The blond woman pushed the little girl away and struggled to get up. However, she heard two "pop" and "pop" sounds, and the bullet hit the grass between her legs.
She was so frightened that she screamed and seemed to have no courage to get up again.
"Haha, run, keep running..." The man holding the gun laughed sinisterly, but what he said was in Chinese. Seeing that her mother could not escape, the little girl cried and refused to leave for a while.
The blond woman struggled to crawl back, and when she looked to one side, she was suddenly startled.
In the darkness, under the broken stone pillar, the outline of a person was faintly visible.
The bodyguards who followed her are completely dead. Who is this person? Sitting here motionless, is he dead or is he with the killer...
A sense of fear suddenly arose in his heart, but this scene also fell into the eyes of the killer. He turned around and immediately spotted the ghost-like figure sitting on the stone pillar.
For a senior killer who has experienced countless lives and deaths, where there are enemies, where there is danger, and what the surrounding environment is like, even if he doesn't look at it with his eyes, he can often feel it in his heart. However, the figure in front of him seems to be
Suddenly appearing here, he just walked out of the forest and glanced around, but he didn't know anything about it.
A human body without a sense of danger should be a dead person, but how could a dead person escape his sight? Without having time to think about it, he suddenly turned the muzzle of the gun, and just as he was about to pull the trigger, a spark flashed in front of him.
With a "pop" sound, just like the bodyguards he had just killed, the bullet penetrated his eyebrow and passed out from the back of his head with a large cloud of blood.
His life stopped at that sparkling moment.
"I hate it when someone points a gun at me..."
The voice of a child who was in the voice-changing stage sounded faintly in the dark night.