Hidden Assassin

Someone spoke in the darkness.

“It's cold, huh? There's a kid here. ”

“Oh, the clothes are nice. You don't look like a beggar. How did you faint here? ”

Touch pinch.

“Nine, what are you doing? No pedophiles, right? “

“Anyway, number seven, you see, the child's skeleton is not bad, anyway, we need to find one, instead of wasting it here, why don't we just take it back. ”

It's pinching again.

“Nearly, but it doesn't matter if you take it back. Anyway, he looks like he's going to starve to death. Pick him up and go. ”

“Okay.”

What do you mean?

What do you mean by that?

What do they mean...

Suddenly, he opened his eyes.

Cultivated for a long time, his eyes first fell on the handle between the other's waists, the man leaned down, his hand stretched out and grabbed the gun in his hand.

Time, all three are set there.

The child lying on the ground held the pistol in his hands and the man who leaned down raised his hands subconsciously, while the other man in black consciously tried to pull the gun. The sudden killing almost made them think they had been ambushed, but the next moment, the two men looked at each other in surprise and smiled with suspicion.

Because the child lying in the ground is actually too young, looks thin and thin, and the gun's insurance is not open, even if his fingers want to hold the trigger a little too much.

“Oh, number nine, the record of your first gun loss was written on this kid, haha. ”

“Anyway... so responsive, like a beast, he must be very insecure, we found the treasure. ”

“Hey kid, that's not how you take the gun...”

The seventh word was not finished. The child's eyes flashed with a strong glow. The moment his fingers opened the safety, the gun went off.

“Bang--" the bullet went through the chest of the ninth, and the blood splashed out the back. The back seat of the gun pushed the child's hands backwards, and the seven had drawn the gun reflexively, yet at the moment it was pointed at the child, he still had an incredible feeling in his heart.

It can't be this child, who is attacking us...

This idea gave him a brief hesitation, after which the gunshot sounded simultaneously, and number seven's eyebrows were opened and he fell on his back, while the child was injured on his right shoulder and bled to penetrate half his body. Shivering in the blood, the child struggled to climb.

Shot in the same place as not long ago, just this time... how can it hurt so much...

However, pain is not the biggest problem he faces, the biggest problem is where he is, and…

“What a small hand...”

Looking at his left hand holding the gun, he murmured that it belonged to the child's hand, and that his height had clearly become a dwarf.

Night winds strike, it's extra cold, looking around, it's on the streets of a rather backward town, the old-fashioned buildings, the dusk streetlights. He feels that the energy of his body is gradually losing. Such a fragile body, it is not long before it is estimated, is about to die...

When I think of the scene before, I think of the Fire Phoenix saying, "Then you will have a chance to be free. ”

Free Opportunity…

A lot of things, far away, the siren sounded long, he habitually wiped the fingerprints off the pistol, put them back in the hand of number nine, covered his shoulder and took a few steps out, then the whole place started spinning...

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Hazy, thinking about when you were little.

In fact, his own memories began when he was 10 years old, as Peroga began training killers, usually from the age of 10. What happened before that was neither impressive nor clueless.

Later, of course, he knew that every child found by Peroga would wash away his previous memories. Such a brainwashing technique, if lifted at that time, might also save some memories, but for him when he knew, it made no sense anymore, nothing more than strengthening his determination to defect.

Beginning at the age of 10, watching animals kill each other every day began teaching the basics of a killer, then starting with a knife, fighting with some animals, eliminating them, then competing with each other. He was never one of the best, but it was a miracle that he survived. Of course, he was probably destined to betray himself in the future, because his heart was never at peace.

It's been a long time since I've touched that memory, but at this moment, it clearly emerged, and in the darkness, that struggling girl, with a slightly swollen little face.

“Please, don't kill me, please, don't kill me...”

Suddenly, he opened his eyes.

He subconsciously reached out his hand and touched the waist, and his right hand paused, and then he stretched out his left hand and looked again.

“I'm really a child...”

Reaching into the waist, there was no scar left because of a sudden softness of heart. It was the first time in his life that he had killed and was injured, and now this scar is gone.

Looking around, this is a rather old-fashioned ward for him, approaching the evening, looking out from here, out the window, the sunset red, all the vintage buildings in sight. Not far above the white wall is a small daily calendar, and the paper is new: November 3, 1991.

Not much surprise, he just frowned and then smiled slightly. A moment later, the smile gradually widened, he closed his lips and his whole body shook with a smile.

Freedom, freshman…

He did indeed feel it at this moment.

Now, in retrospect, when he remembered, it was November 1991, when he had just begun his training in Peroga. The two men named Nos. 7 and 9 that night were supposed to be the killers who sent themselves to Peroga. They just didn't know anything about it in the last life. In this life, they woke up early and made everything change.

There was gauze around his shoulder and hidden pain, but for him at the time, it was nothing. Try to open the cabinet next to the patient's bed and try to find something that will confirm who you are now, but it only contains two sets of clothes, an insulated lunch box, and a few fruits. Think about it, he climbed to the tail of the bed, and it turns out, there's a card hanging there.

Gu Jiaming.

The name of the rule of good. The corner of his mouth curled with a smiling arc.

But anyway, finally, with his name, there was a faint sense of warmth in his heart. sentimental feeling, the door of the ward “squeaked” opened, walked in, but it was a little girl with a schoolbag on her back, with two braids, a melon face, very cute.

“Ah? Jia Ming, are you awake?” As soon as the little girl saw him, she rushed to the bed laughing and dropped her bag. He subconsciously wrapped his naked body in a quilt, and then the girl reached over and touched it, just gently touching the bandage: “Does it still hurt? Yeah, wait, I'll get Aunt Nurse. ”

She said, as the wind ran out of the ward, the child in the bed smiled slightly and looked at the girl's large schoolbag.

There are four large words sewn with red threads: Red Star Elementary School.

Then there were three small words, which seemed to be the girl's name: Ye Lingjing.