Hidden Assassin

The faint sound of wind in the night.

This is a hillside on the outskirts of Jianghai City, surrounded by sparse woods. There is an old stone pillar on the hillside. Now, a little boy is sitting beside this stone pillar, doing dull and monotonous exercises with both hands.

坐 Sitting cross-legged like an old monk, between the ten fingers dancing, one by one, the Buddhist handprints are constantly formed, in the kind of extremely static and moving changes, training the sensitivity of the fingers.

Buddhist handprints include all the actions that can be done by human hands. In this quiet, he felt the sound of his fingers rubbing against the air. He didn't know how long before he stopped the action, opened his eyes and spit out Breath.

There is no starlight in the night sky, and the light of the city just falls into tranquility in a far direction. This is the time when people sleep the most. However, in his eyes, the contours of the surrounding grasslands and forests still appeared, and the sound of friction between the wind and the ground became clear. For a killer, this is definitely a dream state.

The exercise started with a dust-free body, the right direction, and a clear mentality are just over three years. He may already have a more ideal state than the heyday. When there is no killer shackles, he can Becoming a more horrible killer may be quite ironic.

The power of the physical body is naturally inferior to that of the adult self. However, in terms of killing, as a child, he can lower the consciousness of defense of all people, and the consciousness of guarding against others may decrease at any time, but this physical sensitivity Better than before. but……

"It's really a boring and boring life ..."

He smiled helplessly and murmured.

The child's world, for an adult's mentality, is still boring most of the time. Although the hearts of the two friends, Lingjing and Huaisha, have been determined in their hearts, but sometimes they are slightly naive. Proposals and decisions really made him laugh hard, but he was accustomed to playing the weak role of Ren Yun Yiyun, and he was subconsciously unwilling to swipe their interest, barely resembling a child, wishing to grow up quickly in his heart The thicker the obstacles are.

Perhaps only this childish wish is what they have in common with children.

Today, the only thing that can keep you interested is only the breath of freedom and the persistent killer practice every day.

Obviously, he has been breaking free of the killer's restraint, and when he can really control everything, he finds that his habits become natural, and he can only repeat the exercise of becoming a killer. Of course, he does not think that this power can only be used to kill people. In order to live comfortably in this world, such power is often needed. In addition ...

Freedom ...

He breathed the air around him, only this unbound feeling, never made him feel even a little tired. Although a daze all day can make others feel stupid.

Alas, what will happen in the future? Shasha said it seemed good to be a doctor, but the killer was a doctor ... didn't he become a lamb doctor?

He skillfully assembled a pile of parts into a gun in the dark, and for that idea he smiled slightly. In fact, when the killer was, he was a restless killer. After being an ordinary person, he was too easy. Satisfied ordinary people.

When the pistol was assembled, dismantled, and then reassembled, a noise came along with the sound of the wind, that was ... the sound of the gun ...

组装 Quickly assembled the pistol within a few seconds. He closed his eyes and listened carefully to what was happening in the wind.

The distance is about a mile away. In the woods, there is a group of people. The weapons they hold are pistols and light machine guns. They are being hunted down ...

He opened his eyes slyly. Although the current Jianghai City is developing in a chaotic manner in some aspects, gun control in China has always been strict. These people can only own submachine guns, but they are still desperately trying to escape. And the follower behind me couldn't hear anything. Obviously it was just a pistol equipped with a silencer ... Are there any masters in the mercenary world here?

人 The direction in which these people ran away was towards their own side, not too far away, and it is not possible that they hit themselves. So, do you need to avoid them?

Thinking for a moment, he screwed the muffler on the muzzle.

It's a predetermined plan to come out for exercise. It would be boring to try to avoid these irrelevant people for one reason or another.

Quietly resting on the stone pillar, he melted into the darkness.

The sound of the submachine gun continued to decrease in the woods. It can be seen that there were fewer and fewer people being killed. Soon after, Jia Ming judged that there was only one person behind them.

This is interesting.

Holding a pistol to chase a group of people in the back can also be done on their own ability. However, whether from the perspective of a killer or a mercenary, this is too ostentatious behavior. However, in the dark world, such The lunatics are not a minority.

Soon after, several people who were hunted down rushed out of the forest. To his surprise, Jiaming's language was English.

"Go! Go ... * you——"

There were a total of four people who escaped from the woods, but in front of them were a large woman and a small woman. The larger woman had blond hair, which was particularly prominent in the night. It seemed that she was a mother and daughter. The two men with the guns in the rear should be their bodyguards. One of the men yelled, stopped, and started a crazy shot into the woods.

In the eyes of the family, this guy is purely mentally disabled. He has run outside the woods. Although it is dark, he can always see the outline when he looks carefully, but he cannot see anything in the woods. Wasn't it purely the target in the woods?

Sure enough, the tongue of fire in the submachine gun only spit out for two seconds, a bullet hit his forehead, and another bodyguard was killed by a headshot two seconds later. Then, a man in black went from the forest like a ghost. Followed out.

The two women, one big, one small, only ran to the ordinary at this time. The man fired his gun and slammed the bullet into the grass in front of the blonde woman. Her next step was going there, and she saw the grass explode. Opened, whispered, the body had lost its balance, and fell heavily on the ground. The little girl ran two steps and immediately turned back, crying and crying, "Mummy! Mummy!"

"Run! Run (Continue to escape)!" The blond woman pushed away the little girl, and she struggled to get up, but UU reading www.uukanshu.com heard "噗" and "噗" twice, and the bullet shot The grass between her legs scared her into a scream, and she didn't seem to have the guts to get up again.

"Oh, run, keep running ..." The man with the gun uttered a sullen laugh, but spoke Chinese, but the little girl was crying and refused to leave when she saw that her mother could not escape, The blonde woman struggled to crawl backwards, her gaze suddenly as she looked to the side.

Under the broken stone pillar, a person's silhouette was faintly displayed in the darkness.

保 The bodyguards who followed her have completely died. Who is this person? Sitting here without moving, is the dead or all the way with the killer ...

Suddenly a fear rose in Xun's heart, but this scene fell into the killer's eyes, turned his head, and suddenly found a ghostly figure sitting at the stone pillar.

For experienced killers who have experienced countless lives and deaths, where there are enemies, where they are in danger, and the surrounding environment, even if they don't look with their eyes, they can often feel in their hearts. However, the figure in front of him seemed to suddenly appear here. He just walked out of the forest and glanced around, but there was nothing in his heart.

的 The human body without danger should be dead, but how can the dead avoid his sight? Before he could think about it, he turned the muzzle staggeringly, and the moment he pulled the trigger, a little spark flashed in front.

With a bang, the bullets, like those bodyguards who were only killed by him, shot into his eyebrows, and pierced the back of his head with a large blood flower.

Sting his life, stayed in the flash of sparks.

"I hate anyone pointing a gun at me ..."

The child's voice, which belongs to the transfiguration period, sounded lightly in the night.