Hidden Assassin

At night, old walls, piles of waste like mountains, bright and dark interleaved lights and mechanical sounds, a garbage disposal site on the outskirts of New York City.

Since it is already late at night, there are not many people still working at this time, except for the occasional garbage truck, there is little movement. In the surrounding streets, apart from a vagabond who is somewhat shaken by drunkenness, the street lights are dim as if they were silent scenes in ghost films. In this scenario, two bright beams of car lights appear across the street, inserting our gaze and coming at an incredible high speed.

Over the 180km hour limit, the taxi took all kinds of waste and garbage scattered along the road and rolled over. From the time it was wiped away by the homeless man, the man was paralyzed on the ground, and the bottle broke in a bang, until he wandered up wandering to scold people, only to see that the taxi had driven directly into the unattended gate of the garbage disposal site in front of him, no sign of it.

Through the bumpy road in the garbage disposal yard, the taxi stops in front of the huge garbage disposal port. Usually, a lot of garbage goes into this big pit through the wide conveyor belt here, and then the giant iron plate, which weighs dozens of tons above it, crushes these irrecoverable garbage into hard pieces like military biscuits, and then takes the next step, but at this time, neither the conveyor belt nor the giant crusher works, and a light in the vicinity breaks down and the taxi is are covered in a blinking light.

Not far away, in the studio on the first floor of the old four-story building, two staff members who were chatting stood up and looked at the taxi that had suddenly arrived over here, the door opened and a person walked this way, one of whom greeted him.

“Hey, who are you, no one here is allowed to go in... Oh my God...” He walked in and out and saw clearly the person coming out of the shadows, wearing a sun hat pulled down very well, covered in blood, like a butcher coming out of a horror film, but he wasn't a freaked out rookie by some punk, pulling his pistol out of his arms and pointing it at the man's head in front of him: "Hey, stop! Do you want to make a scene? Knowing that this is Mr. D'Amico's property, I think you must have never died...”

“Don't worry." As if he didn't see the muzzle pointing at him, the man put his hand in his pocket and didn't rush to get close to him, "I just came to take care of some garbage.” The voice fell, his right hand brush swung out, slapped on the face of the man with the gun, the two were nearly one head short, but as if they had been hit directly by a large hammer, an American man with a foot and eight in front of him could not reach the shooting, so he pounded on the ground.

The man in the studio raised his pistol in haste, and the next moment, a bullet broke the glass in front of him accurately, shooting into his head, only a slight glass crisp sound was heard in the night sky, and in the garbage disposal field, such a noise did not wake anyone up. Throw the pistol with the silencer aside and the person covered in blood walked towards the studio, and for a moment, with the sound of the machine, the conveyor belt and the huge garbage compressor started running again.

Garbage keeps falling into the pit.

In the noise of mechanical operation, he returned to the taxi, opened the door and dragged several mutilated bodies out of it, about because of the usual exercise and the intentional hand of the perpetrator. At this time, two bodies that had been subjected to knives without knowing how many still retained consciousness. As they were thrown on the conveyor belt, the Japanese surname Watanabe called out again.

“You… you are pushing everyone… tulip, you are leaving nothing to cushion… we will not let you go, we will not let you go, do you think you are strong? It's just you... all the people you care about will die, the killers will keep coming, how many people you can protect, how long you can protect... you will regret it, you will regret it! ”

Voice trembles with extreme pain, like a vicious curse in the night sky, yet those who walk slowly with the conveyor belt are not touched at all: "I can't protect everyone, just kill them. ”

“You… you…"

“You think threatening them can scare me, and then compromise with you, and ask for peace, and I tell you, I may not be able to save all of them and you may not be able to save yourselves. All of you in Peloka would better pray that you have nothing to pay attention to. From now on, I will kill one of you when I see you, and one of you when I find you, and I would like to see if you have the ability to protect you from the sky. ”

In the constant groaning of pain on the conveyor belt, the man's make-up face revealed a smile: “Peroga, Japan, America, I know a lot more than you think, we both do it, until someone can't stand it, before you all have the necessary sacrifice, don't complain, come and go, I'm just one person, only a small part of the attention, we'll see who can kill more. ”

“You pushed me to this point. ”

His body suffered tremendously, his eyes were getting closer to the black pit in front of him, and the fear in the eyes of the two Japanese was getting worse, not only for the imminent death, but also for the meaning of his words, he was simply a lunatic!

Whether in the real world or the dark world, the rules are nothing more than the best interests. Similar to the war between large groups, Yellow Awakening and Peyroja, Gao Tianyuan and Peyroja, Dark Tianqin and Peyroja... In fact, there is restraint and bottom line, because once things do not go on, both sides need to maintain peace, let alone, even if things get to the point where people are angry again, once they can not continue to fight, the two sides can sit down and negotiate peace. However, only the person he values, the madman in front of him, has started to move things in a direction where there is no room for change.

There is a proverb in China, horizontally frightened, frightened, frightened to death, no matter how powerful Tulip showed before, no one inside Peloka will truly fear her, because after all, she is just one person, no one can fight an organization any more powerful, as long as she cares about people, eventually give in. However, if the other side had set our minds to killing each other from the beginning, the result would have been a boring war without any victors, and to say the least, now that Peloka faces many enemies, it is a trade of complete cost, a reckless source of tragedy, which is an absolutely terrible enemy.

Blood and pain blurred the curtains. Suddenly, he felt one hand wipe the blood on his eyes, then open his eyes, the end of the conveyor belt was close, the sun hat was removed, the man put on a thin mask on his face, so that the two Japanese finally saw the young man's familiar and strange sneer, they had guessed many people, but never guessed...

“I am Tulip, and there is no such person as Jane. ”

“Watanabe, I know you don't have many relatives, but it seems... in your countryside home, there's a grandmother who's nice to you, and, Ito, you have relatives, and you're not officially killers, so you have a wife, a daughter this year... let's see, two years old? She must be cute, you can rest assured, I will not have any concerns, next time I have a chance to go to Japan, I will send them down. Relax, it's not just you, Peroga. It's not a piece of iron. Perhaps when someone like that dies enough, both of us have the opportunity to reflect on the mistakes we've made since today. ”

“You...” On the conveyor belt, two living bodies suddenly became agitated, yet almost all hands and feet were cut off, and the body's blood was almost glowing, and no major action was taken. Two bodies fell into a trashy pit, so half a dozen, before the last hoarse scream came up: "You won't get any good results ——”

“Curse me...”

For a moment, the giant iron plate came together and crushed down toward the bottom of the pit. In the bright extinguished light, the figure of the lonely charm was reflected...

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Remove the costume, wash off the blood on the body, destroy the clothes worn, when he returned to the vicinity of Salier estate, the banquet just dispersed, he hid in the dark and looked at the various vehicles parked outside the estate, of which there are many people watching, all professionals, want to come to the police, the FBI even flaming yellow awakening, Peloja should be here.

None of us are fools. We've noticed this in just one day. Said to be the one who saw one kill to Peroga, but there was no way to do it at this time. Besides, even three races today, there were enough people killed. After watching for a while, he sneaked back to the manor and went back to Marilyn's villa.

It was late, wondering if Marilyn and Heidi were asleep, he walked into the bathroom, cleaned his body for the second time, was sorting out today's thinking, and there was a knock outside: “Jiaming, Jiaming... are you back? May I come in?” That was Heidi's voice, trying to see the lights in the room from the outside.

“Uh... come on in, I'm in the shower, I'll be right out. ”

The door wasn't locked, he turned outside, and it opened. He took a quick bath, walked out of the bathroom, turned off the lights in the room, the lights in the distance came in, Heidi in a white nightdress, sat on her knees in the bedroom with a pillow on her bed, staring at him, around her orbit, cried red... (not finished, if you want to know what happened, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, support the authentic reading!)