I Can View Character Attributes Chapter 300: The lost owner comes to the door
"A pack of cigarettes, a lighter, a bottle of Coke."
Walking into the convenience store, Griffin Jones taps on the glass counter displaying a lot of cigarettes.
This is a chain of small supermarkets in front of his house. It can be seen everywhere, nothing surprising.
But stepping here made him very happy. After all, being here is equivalent to coming home soon. This is the feeling of home, the feeling of freedom.
“How much does a lighter cost? What brand of cigarette do you need?”
Hearing the sound of finger knuckles hitting the glass, the middle-aged boss who was bored staring at the small TV on the side shelf did not realize that a guest was coming, and asked impatiently and absent-mindedly.
"Ah!"
"Don't talk! You don't talk!"
"Don't say, kill me, there are thousands of me!"
"Hehe, are you arrogant? You can't help but get a batch of high-end stuff from Lao Mi..."
The sound of the TV was turned on quite loudly, and screams and scolding came from the speakers.
Griffin Jones couldn't help being distracted a little by this voice, and took a closer look. It seemed that a spy war TV series was playing on the TV, and it happened to be an interrogation session at this moment.
"These turtles and grandchildren's stuff, the more they are photographed, the more fake they are. They are completely disgusting people and insult the martyrs."
Griffin Jones is a resident of this neighborhood and occasionally comes here to buy things, so the boss is not surprised or unfamiliar with his foreign appearance.
Seeing that Griffin Jones paid attention to the TV series and didn't answer for a long time, he also spontaneously had the urge to share his feelings about watching the movie, muttering and pouting.
Griffin Jones came back to his senses. As a foreigner, he naturally didn't feel the boss's words. He just said: "Just bring me a pack of your most expensive cigarettes."
"Okay, and the world, small business, that's all, the cola is in the refrigerator outside, take it yourself."
The boss took out a pack of 100 yuan or so of cigarettes and threw them on the glass counter when he heard the words, and then began to look through the lighters Griffin Jones asked for.
Paying in one hand and delivering in one hand, Griffin Jones, who had nothing to talk about, walked straight out of the convenience store with his stuff.
"Ah!"
"Don't talk! You don't talk!"
"Don't say, kill me, there are thousands of me!"
"Hehe, are you arrogant? You can't help but get a batch of high-end stuff from Lao Mi..."
On the TV, the familiar lines echoed again.
"Yeah, I almost vomited..."
The convenience store owner grumbles.
"Boss, what did my friend buy just now? Did you remember to buy a fruit knife?"
Just as the owner of the convenience store was bored and turned his attention back to the TV, another person came to the counter in a trance, and he was startled because he was dazed.
Dark skin, his face is a bit blind because he is a foreigner, but he looks inexplicably vicious and speaks a little lame Mandarin.
"Fruit knife? No, I bought cigarettes and drinks, and a lighter."
On hearing the black man's words, the convenience store owner breathed a sigh of relief and replied casually.
"Okay, thank you, it seems my friend forgot, do you have a fruit knife? Please get me one."
The black man cocked his head slightly, not showing the fierce light that he had just flashed, but said politely.
"Yes, twenty."
The boss got up, walked to the bottom of the shelf not far away and brought a stainless steel fruit knife.
"Thank you very much."
The waiting black man turned his attention from the TV back to the boss, paid the money, took the knife, and pushed out the door.
“Ouch~”
"Haha, you've been electrocuted and told you to lie. The lie detector my mother bought for me is accurate."
"Don't play anymore, it's not allowed at all, it's just to fool children."
At the gate of the community, a few boys were squatting on the ground and having fun. They were innocent and naughty, just as the years were quiet, but there were also hidden waves.
……
As the so-called guilty conscience of a thief, Griffin Jones, who is well aware of his crimes, went to the police station for a while. These days, he can be described as frightened and frightened. Dozed off in the bathtub.
When the water temperature was getting cooler, he had to cheer up, wrap a bath towel and walk back to the bedroom.
However, as soon as I lay on the bed, an inexplicable sense of horror suddenly came to my heart.
Something's wrong!
Something is wrong!
The terrifying feeling in my heart was inexplicable, but it was followed by real heart palpitations.
The house was empty, and he lived alone.
But at this moment, he had a premonition of being watched.
It's like...there are other people in this room!
"Boy, you hurt me badly."
The sudden gloomy words confirmed his hunch, speaking the English language he was most familiar with.
"You...you..."
Griffin Jones' brain has turned blank in extreme fright at this moment, his mouth is open, and he instinctively looks at a dark corner of the room.
I saw a figure covered in black gradually stepping into the light from the dark, and the advantage of his skin color even made him seem to be escaping from the shadows.
Hogvarnar!
If it were Xia Xu or Yang Bowen, they would definitely be able to recognize it at this moment. This is the black killer who assassinated the developer of the super-brain medicine before.
"Where's the stuff?"
Hogvarner rushed out with a quick step, grabbed Griffin Jones' neck with one hand, and placed the fruit knife against his throat with the other hand, with a voice that could not be concealed.
Because of his own habit of taking some souvenirs after work, he suffered a big loss this time.
Who would have thought that what was taken away was exactly what the employer wanted most?
Or ~IndoMTL.com~ Who would have thought that the employers who hired killers and the forces behind them could be so terrifying?
Because of this incident, he was chased and bitten by the mad dogs of Carroll's medical laboratory for several months, and nearly survived countless times.
As one of the top killers in the industry, he naturally has his own arrogance and support, but the experience of the past few months has completely broken his three views as a veteran killer.
The madmen at Carroll's Pharma Lab! God knows what he's been through all this time! If he wasn't himself a top killer who was extremely proficient in assassination, infiltration and tracking, he would have died hundreds of times these days.
At the end of the day, the culprit in everything is this **** bastard.
Originally, he had already negotiated and agreed with the employer on the delivery location. Not only would he not be troubled, but he would also get a lot of extra money. All of this should not have been what he needed to encounter.
The nightmarish experience of these days is because the **** in front of me took things at the delivery point.
He was begging his grandfather to tell his grandmother. He didn't know how many connections he had to rely on to gain trust and win this opportunity to clear his suspicions.
Have to get things back, he doesn't want to live that kind of life anymore.