Hidden Assassin

Dark night, hidden wind.

This is a small hillside on the outskirts of the city, mostly surrounded by sparse woods, with an old stone column on the hillside, where a little boy now sits, with his hands in a dull, monotonous exercise.

Sitting like an old monk, the ten-finger dance room constantly forms a Buddhist handprint, in such a very quiet and dynamic transformation, exercises the sensitivity of the fingers.

Buddhist fingerprints, which encompass all the actions that a man can do, in this quiet, he feels the sound of friction between his fingers and the air, and does not know how long before he pauses, opens his eyes and breathes out.

There are no stars in the night sky, and the city's lights are just tranquil in far away directions, which is when people sleep the heaviest. In his eyes, however, the contours of the surrounding grass and mountain forests still appeared, and the sound of friction between the wind and the earth became clear, an absolute dream for a killer.

Beginning with a dust-free body, in the right direction, with a clear mind, for just over three years, he may have been in a more ideal state than he was in the midst of a full-blown period, and it may be quite ironic that, without the shackles of a killer, he could instead become a more terrible killer.

The strength of the flesh is naturally not comparable to that of the adult self, yet in terms of homicide, as a child, he can lower the defensive consciousness of all, ready for the killer consciousness of others may have decreased, but this body's sensitivity is more ideal than before. But...

“It's a truly monotonous and boring life...”

He smiled helplessly and whispered.

The world of children, for an adult attitude, is boring most of the time, even though the mind has determined the importance of the two friends of quiet and Huisha to themselves, but at some times their slightly naive proposals and decisions really make me laugh, but he has become accustomed to playing the weak role of the cloud and the cloud of people, and he consciously unwilling to sweep their interests, and forced himself to be like a child, hoping to grow up faster and thicker in the heart.

Perhaps only this childish desire is what you have in common with your child.

Today, the only thing that keeps me interested, perhaps, is the breath of freedom, and the daily insistent killer practice.

He had been breaking free of the killer's bondage until he could really take control of everything, but found that habit had become nature, and he still had to repeat the exercise of becoming a killer. Of course, he did not think that this power could only be used to kill people. To live in a world where he was comfortable, such power was often needed. In addition...

Freedom…

Breathing the air around him, only this unconstrained feeling never made him feel even a little tired. Though staying around all day makes people feel silly.

But what do we do in the future? Sasha said it seemed good to be a doctor, but the killer became a doctor... didn't he become a lamb doctor?

He smiled slightly for the idea of masterfully assembling a bunch of parts into a gun in the dark, in fact, when he was a killer, he was a disturbed killer, and after being a normal person, he was really too easy to satisfy.

When the pistol is assembled, dismantled, and reassembled, the noise comes with the wind, which is... gunfire...

He quickly assembled the pistol within seconds, closed his eyes and listened carefully to the wind.

About a mile away, in the woods, there was a group of people, armed with pistols, being hunted down...

He opened his eyes. These men, who were able to possess pistols, simply fled desperately. And I can't even hear myself after tracking it, obviously it's just a silencer pistol... any good people coming here?

These people flee in the direction of their own, not too far away, and they may or may not run into themselves, so do we need to avoid them?

Just to think, he screwed the silencer around the muzzle.

Coming out to exercise is a scheduled plan, and it would be pointless to avoid these irrelevant people for such a reason if you had to do it again.

Reclining calmly on the pillar, he was dissolved in darkness.

Gunshots are decreasing in the woods, and it can be seen that fewer and fewer people have been pursued. Soon after, Jia Ming decided that there was only one killer behind them.

That's interesting.

Killing a group of people behind with a pistol can be done on their own, but from the killer's point of view, this is a straightforward act, but in the dark world, there are not a few such lunatics.

Shortly afterwards, several of the people who were hunted did rush out of the forest, and the family was surprised that the language spoken by these people was English.

“go! go… * you——”

A total of four people escaped from the woods, but in front of them were a large, small and two women. The older woman, with blond hair, was also particularly prominent in the night, and seemed to be a mother and daughter. The two men in the rear holding the gun were supposed to be their bodyguards, and one of the men yelled and stopped and started shooting wildly into the woods.

In the eyes of home, this guy is purely retarded. He has run outside the woods. Although the sky is dark, he can always see the outline. Nothing can be seen in the woods. At this time, stop. Isn't it purely for the one in the woods to be the target?

Indeed, it took only two seconds for the gun to spit on his tongue, one bullet hit him in the forehead and another bodyguard was blown to death two seconds later, after which a man in black followed him out of the woods like a ghost.

A big, small and two women ran to the general, the man raised his gun, a "puff” sound, the bullet didn't go into the grass in front of the blonde, her next step was to cross there, she saw the grass slope explode, a low voice, her body had lost its balance, she fell heavily on the ground, the little girl ran two steps, and immediately folded back, crying out: “Mommy! Mommy!”

“Run! Run!” The blonde pushed the little girl away, struggling to climb up, but heard “puff” and "puff”, the bullet shot into the grass between her legs, scared her to scream for a moment, and did not seem to have the courage to climb up again.

“Oh, run, keep running...” The man with the gun had a gloomy laugh in his mouth, but the words were Chinese. The little girl could not escape when she saw her mother. She refused to leave for a moment, and the blonde struggled to climb backwards, and her gaze turned to one side, but suddenly stunned.

In the dark, beneath that broken stone column, the outline of a person is hidden.

The bodyguards who followed her are all dead. Who is this man? Sitting here doesn't move, is it the dead man or the killer all the way...

The feeling of fear suddenly rose in his heart, but this scene fell into the killer's eyes, and he turned around and found himself sitting there like a ghost.

For senior-level killers who have experienced countless lives and deaths, where there are enemies, where there are dangers, how the surrounding environment works, even if they don't have to look in the eye, they tend to have sensations in their hearts. However, the figure in front of him seemed to appear suddenly here, and he just walked out of the forest and swept the surrounding area, but there was no bottom of his heart.

A body without a sense of danger is supposed to be a dead man, but how does a dead man escape his sight? Before he could think about it, he turned around the muzzle and was about to snap the trigger, and a little spark flashed in front of him.

“Pfft” sounded like the bodyguards he had just killed, shot into his eyebrow and put a big bloody flower through his back brain.

His life, stopped in that spark of sparkle.

“The most I hate when people point a gun at me...”

The voices of children who were in the period of the changeover rang faintly in the night.