Hidden Assassin: Section 13 The most annoying thing

In the dark night, there is a faint wind.

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

　　 Sitting cross-legged like an old monk, while dancing with his ten fingers, one after another Buddhist mudra is formed. In the change of extreme quietness and extreme movement, the sensitivity of the fingers is exercised.

　　 Buddhism handprints contain all the movements that a human hand can make. In this quiet, he feels the sound of fingers rubbing against the air. I don’t know how long it took before he stopped his movements and opened them. He breathed out his eyes.

　　 There is no starlight in the night sky, and the light of the city only sinks into tranquility far away. This is when people sleep the deepest. However, in his eyes, the outline of the surrounding grassland and forests still appeared, and the sound of friction between the wind and the earth became clear. For a killer, this was definitely a dream state.

　　 The exercise started with a dust-free body, the right direction, and a clear mind. It only took more than three years. He may have had a more ideal state than he was in his heyday. When there is no assassin’s shackles, Instead, he could become a more terrifying killer, which may be quite ironic.

　　The power of the body is naturally inferior to the adult self. However, in terms of killing, as a child, he can lower everyone's defensive consciousness, and guard against other people's killer consciousness at any time, but this body The sensitivity is more ideal than before. But...

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

　　 smiled helplessly, and he murmured.

　　 The child’s world is boring for an adult’s mentality most of the time. Even though the importance of Lingjing and Huaisha’s two friends to them has been determined in their hearts, sometimes they are slightly The naive proposals and decisions really made him hard to laugh, but he was used to playing the weak role of other people, and he subconsciously did not want to sweep their interests, and forced himself to be like a child, hoping to grow up quickly. But in my heart, the base is thicker and thicker.

　　 Maybe, only this naive wish is what I have in common with the children.

　　 Nowadays, the only things that can make me continue to feel interest, maybe only the breath of freedom, and the killer practice that I insist on every day.

　　 Mingming has been breaking free from the shackles of the killer. When he can really control everything he has, he finds that the habit has become natural. He can only repeat the exercise of becoming a killer. Of course, he does not think that this force can only be Used to kill people, to live comfortably in this world, many times require such power. Also...

　　 freedom......

　　 breathing the surrounding air, only this unfettered feeling has never made him feel even a little bit tired. Although being in a daze all day makes others feel stupid.

　　 But what should I do in the future? What Shasha said to be a doctor seems good, but the killer becomes a doctor... Doesn't he become Doctor Lamb?

　　 was skillfully assembled a bunch of parts into a gun in the dark. For this idea, he smiled slightly. In fact, when he was a killer, he was a restless killer. After being an ordinary person, he really An ordinary person who is too easy to satisfy.

　　After the pistol was assembled, disassembled, and then assembled, a noise came with the sound of the wind, it was...gunfire...

　　 quickly assembled the pistol in a few seconds. He closed his eyes and listened carefully to the situation in the wind.

　　The distance is about one mile away. In the woods, there is a group of people with pistols and light machine guns. They are being chased...

　　 He opened his eyes suddenly. Although the current Jianghai City is developing and it is chaotic in some respects, China’s gun control has always been strict, and these people who can own submachine guns are just fleeing desperately. However, the traced self couldn't hear any clues, obviously it was just a pistol with a silencer...has any master in the mercenary world come here?

　　 The direction in which these people escaped is towards their own side. The distance is not too far, and it is not impossible for them to collide with themselves. So, do you need to avoid it?

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

　　 It’s a scheduled exercise to come out. It would be boring if you had to avoid these irrelevant people for one or the other reasons.

　　 leaning quietly on the stone pillar, he melted into the darkness.

The sound of 　　 submachine guns diminished in the woods, which showed that fewer and fewer people were being pursued. It was not long before Jia Ming judged that there was only one pursuer following them.

　　 This is interesting.

　　Holding a pistol to chase a group of people behind, you can do it with your own ability. However, whether it is from the perspective of a killer or a mercenary, this is too much publicity. However, in the dark world , Such lunatics are not a minority.

　　 Soon after, the people who were hunted down really rushed out of the forest. To Jiaming’s surprise, the language of these people turned out to be English.

　　"go!go……*you——"

　　 A total of four people escaped from the woods, but in front of them were two women, one large and one small. The older woman, with blond hair, was also particularly conspicuous in the dark. It seemed that she was a mother and daughter. The two men with guns in the back should be their bodyguards. One of the men yelled, stopped, and started a frantic blast into the woods.

　　 In Jiaming’s eyes, this guy is completely brain-disabled. He has ran out of the woods. Although the sky is very dark, you can always see the outline when you look closely, but you can’t see everything in the woods. At this time Stop, isn't it just for the one in the woods as a target?

　　 Sure enough, it took only two seconds for the submachine gun to spit out the tongue of fire, and a bullet hit his forehead. Another bodyguard was also killed by a headshot two seconds later. Then, a man in black was like a ghost. Followed out of the woods.

　　 The two women, one large and one small, ran to normal at this time. The man shot a gun and made a "poof". The bullet plunged into the grass in front of the blonde woman. Her next step was about to cross there. Seeing The grass **** exploded, and with a low cry, her body had lost her balance and fell heavily to the ground. The little girl ran two steps and immediately turned back, crying and shouting: "Mommy! Mommy!"

　　 "Run! Run!" The blonde woman pushed the little girl away, and she had to get up if she struggled~IndoMTL.com~ but she heard two sounds of "puff" and "puff", and the bullet was shot. In the grass between her legs, she screamed in fright, and seemed to have no guts to get up.

　　 "Hehe, run, keep running..." The gunman let out a gloomy laugh, but he spoke in Chinese. The little girl couldn't escape when her mother couldn't escape, so she couldn't cry for a while. When she was willing to go, the blonde woman struggled to crawl backwards, but when she looked to one side, she was taken aback.

　　 In the darkness, under the broken stone pillar, the silhouette of a person faintly appeared.

　　 The bodyguards who followed her have completely died. Who is this person? Sitting here motionless, is the dead person or the killer all the way...

　　 A sense of fear suddenly rose in his heart, but this scene also fell into the eyes of the assassin. After turning his head, he suddenly found a ghost-like figure sitting on the stone pillar.

　　 For a veteran killer who has experienced countless lives and deaths, where there are enemies, where there are dangers, and the surrounding environment, even if you don’t have to look at it with your eyes, you can often feel in your heart. However, it seemed to him that the figure in front of him suddenly appeared here. He just walked out of the forest and glanced around, but there was nothing in his heart.

　　The human body without the sense of danger should be a dead person, but how did the dead avoid his sight? Before he could think about it, he turned his gun abruptly, and just as he was about to pull the trigger, a spark flashed in front of him.

　　 "Puff", like the bodyguards he had just killed, the bullet shot into the center of his eyebrows, and went out of the back of his head with a big shed of blood.

　　His life stayed in the moment of the sparkle.

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

　　 The voice of the child who was in the diacritic period, faintly sounded in the dark night.