Late at night, the hour hand of the clock tower pointed to twelve, and the midnight bell rang in the city.
Above the clock tower, everything was dark.
You can vaguely hear the "crackling" sound of raindrops hitting the glass.
"Ding!"
Emily opened the lighter lid, lit the cigarette in her hand, and took a deep breath.
In the light of the fire, you can vaguely see the colorful flower arm tattoos on her exposed arms that look like poisonous snakes.
The sparks spread, thick smoke came out of her mouth, and her hands trembled slightly subconsciously.
This scene seemed similar. The grief and despair in her heart at this moment was just like when she left her brother five years ago.
It was also raining that day, and they were at the bus stop respectively.
At that moment, she wanted to tell the driver to stop, she wanted to slap the window hard to attract her brother's attention, she wanted to jump out of the car and run towards him.
I want to tear apart all the barriers between him and myself.
She was breathing rapidly, her eyes were red, her whole body was trembling, and she was moved to tears by her intense imagination.
But the fact is that she sat motionless and quietly, quietly passing by her brother, watching him getting farther and farther behind her, becoming less and less clear.
After that, there is a road of no return, and this road is her own choice, there is no retreat.
Footsteps were heard in the darkness. As the sound became clearer and clearer, a figure slowly emerged, and the surrounding street lights gradually lit up.
A man with a beard came from a distance, holding a document bag in his hand, headphones hanging on his head, and his footsteps seemed to be falling to the rhythm of the music.
Seeing this person appear, Emily's eyes showed a trace of sadness, and she earnestly hoped that he would not come closer.
But she had no choice, this was her mission.
Because he is a killer!
The man below is her teacher, a former ace killer who has retired prematurely and now lives a stable life. It was he who taught Emily various killing techniques and allowed her to grow to the point where she is now.
They were once both teachers and friends, but...
Emily slowly lowered her forehead, put her cheek against the cold butt of the gun, and looked through the scope at the man below.
In fact, with her skills, she didn't need to aim at all, but this was her last farewell to her mentor.
"boom!"
The bullet spun out of the barrel and hit the man below very accurately on the forehead, bringing up a cloud of blood mist.
Due to the installation of a silencer, the sound was very low and did not alarm anyone.
After looking at the fallen man through the scope again, Emily's lips trembled slightly, then she took out her mobile phone from her pocket and dialed a number.
"Du~du~du~"
After three rings, the phone was picked up, but there was no sound.
"Mission accomplished, target killed!"
"Widowmaker, well done..."
Emily hung up the phone before she could finish what she said, then picked up "Widowmaker's Kiss", placed it on the ground and began to quickly disassemble it.
In less than 2 minutes, this complex sniper rifle was dismantled into its parts and put into the cello case.
After doing all this, she quickly stood up, carrying the cello case and quickly climbed down the bulge on the wall outside the tower.
The figure quickly disappeared into the darkness.
After this order ended, Emily got another month of vacation, but she was very confused.
She doesn't know where to go or what her future will be like.
Was she shot dead by a latecomer like her mentor? Or was she caught by mistake during the mission? Or died in a dark corner.
It seemed that her thoughts about the future were forever linked to death, and a wry smile appeared on Emily's lips.
Because she is a killer!
As she was walking, she suddenly felt something was wrong, and her keen insight made her feel that someone was watching in secret.
She immediately quickened her pace and started running.
"boom!"
Gunshots rang out, and Emily jumped forward decisively.
The shot was accurate, but fortunately Emily reacted quickly enough to avoid fatal injuries. However, she was hit in the calf, leaving a goose egg-sized wound.
Knowing that there was a killer in the dark, Emily decisively pushed the cello case forward and shrank back.
She judged the killer's location from the direction of the bullet, so her actions immediately caused the secret killer to lose his target.
Silent stalemate.
Except for the sound of raindrops hitting the ground, there was silence all around.
As time passed, when the street lights dimmed because there was no sound, Emily knew her chance had come.
She decisively opened the cello case from the side and began to quickly assemble her sniper rifle.
"Bang!" The gunshot rang out again, but this time it did not hit Emily, but hit the pillar under the street lamp.
The sound of bullets colliding with metal suddenly woke up the surrounding street lights again.
This time, the secret killer clearly saw Emily who was assembling a sniper rifle through the eyepiece. A ferocious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the muzzle of the gun immediately turned around and was aimed at Emily.
"boom!"
"boom!"
Gunshots rang out at the same time, and the two bullets collided in the air and shattered into metal fragments.
"Huh?" The killer was immediately frightened when he saw this scene.
Is this a coincidence?
The frightened killer suddenly thought of many legendary assassination stories about the woman known as "Widowmaker".
He immediately aimed at Emily again, and just as he was about to pull the trigger, a bullet appeared in the sniper scope and quickly zoomed in, and then everything fell into darkness.
One was in the light and the other was in the dark, but Emily still shot the killer easily. This was her skill and the reason why she became the unsurpassable sniper god "Widowmaker" in the killer world.
After killing the killer, Widowmaker tore his own clothes to pieces, quickly bandaged the calf that was still bleeding profusely, then got up and gritted his teeth, jumping forward and running forward.
After advancing about a hundred meters, Emily suddenly stopped. Because too much blood was flowing out of the wound on her calf, her physical strength declined rapidly, and she could no longer continue running.
At this moment, her cell phone rang.
Emily took out her cell phone from her pocket, threw it into the sewer nearby.
Because she knew that this assassination was obviously premeditated, and the only one who knew about her assassination and retreat route was the organization.
Taking a deep breath, Emily was about to move forward when she suddenly noticed a "clinic" sign hanging on the building ten meters away.
She glanced at her calf, which was constantly leaking blood. Although there was a risk of exposure, she ignored it and immediately dragged her injured right leg towards the clinic.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Amidst her knocking, the door opened, and what appeared in front of her was a man with glasses and blue curly hair.
"Are you injured?" The man glanced at Emily. While he was surprised by her beautiful appearance, he also noticed her right leg, which was still bleeding.
Emily nodded and leaned weakly on the door frame.
Upon seeing this, the man quickly helped Emily into the house and closed the door at the same time.
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"Hey, you have a gunshot wound!"
Looking at the man who was treating the wound, Emily's eyes gradually turned cold.
"You... don't worry, I won't tell anyone." The man quickly promised, and then his expression became a little worried: "But your leg is probably useless..."
"I know. Treat the wound and stop the bleeding before I leave!"
"It will be very painful. Do you need to play a game?" The man said and pointed to the virtual helmet placed on the table.
"No need!" Emily replied coldly.
"I think you should play some games. There is a hole in your leg the size of an egg that needs to be filled..."
"I said no need!" Emily refused sharply.
She is a killer, so she is very vigilant. If she plays games at this time, her own safety is no longer in her own hands, and she does not trust the man in front of her, so she rejected this request.
After half an hour of bandaging, the man finally finished bandaging Emily's leg injury, and Emily immediately stood up and prepared to leave.
"Your leg has just been treated, don't put any force on it, otherwise the wound will open again!"
Emily didn't answer, turned and walked towards the door.
It's dangerous to stay here now, and her sniper rifle is also left outside. She must leave as soon as possible.
When I came to the door and was about to open the door, a police siren suddenly sounded outside the house.
Emily's face darkened, she turned to look at the male doctor, and then quickly walked towards the back room.
"Don't worry, I won't say anything!" the male doctor assured again.
After Emily entered the back room, the male doctor quickly came to the door and pressed the cleaning button on the wall.
Immediately, the cleaning robot outside the house started and quickly cleaned up the blood stains outside the house.
After a while, there was a knock on the door, and the male doctor pretended to be calm and stepped forward to open the door, but in fact his heart was pounding.
The door opened, and standing outside was a middle-aged man, slightly fat, but with a very serious expression:
"Dr. Haier, did you hear any gunshots just now? Or did you see a stranger?"
"What? Gunshots? What happened?" Haier's face showed a little surprise.
"Okay, it's okay, I wish you a good night!" the police officer outside said immediately, but did not go into the house to check, because he still had several tenants to check.
After closing the door again, Haier hurriedly returned to the inner room, and immediately found Elimie huddled behind the door holding a dagger.
"They have left!" Haier looked helpless.
In fact, he didn't know why he took such good care of Emily. If he had to find a reason, it would be because she was so beautiful.
Well, it is this innate ability that is set at birth.
"Thank you!" Alimi breathed a sigh of relief and thanked her.
"You're welcome, my name is Haier, what's your name?" Haier grinned and raised his right hand.
However, Emily ignored it and moved step by step to sit on the sofa outside the room, her brows furrowed together.
Haier, who was slightly embarrassed, quickly followed out, looked at Elimi and spoke again:
"There are a lot of police officers outside the house checking everywhere. I think you have to stay here tonight."
Emily did not answer and continued to remain silent.
"Does it hurt? Do you need to play a game? Now a good game has just been released. Once you enter the game, you won't feel the pain from the outside world."
Still no response.
Facing Emily, who was always silent and extremely cold, Haier, who wanted to strike up a conversation and have a few words, suddenly felt frustrated.
"Give me the virtual helmet!" At this time, Elimie spoke.
"Okay!" Haier smiled after hearing the answer, then picked up the virtual helmet on the table and handed it to Emily.
"I'll help you connect to the computer right now. Remember to choose the "Battle Online" game. This game is the most anticipated fully immersive game today."
Elimie ignored Haier's words and put on the virtual helmet, and the interface suddenly appeared.
Obviously Dr. Haier is a game maniac. The virtual interface is full of game icons and some unexplainable special game software.
Glancing at the icon, Elimie's eyes were fixed on the battle line.
In fact, it doesn't matter what game she plays, since Haier recommends it so, then give it a try.
So, she pressed the Zhanzhan Online game icon.
It can be said that it was completely by chance that the sniper god "Widowmaker" embarked on the road of hunting the god of the future.
