"Bang!"
There was a muffled explosion!
The tall man didn't even react to the situation. He felt a sharp pain in his heart, and then he fell straight backwards.
"Bang!"
His body hit the floor with another muffled sound.
The tall man's eyes were widened and he looked at the ceiling with an unwilling expression.
Until he lost his vital signs, he couldn't believe that he, an A-level assassin in the dark night, was killed like this.
Also in disbelief was the bearded man standing not far away.
His attention was always on Su Ming, and his eyes never left him for a second.
But even so, he still didn't see how Su Ming arrived in front of the tall man.
Suddenly disappeared, suddenly appeared, and killed the tall man with one palm.
It's all so fast!
If it weren't for the fact that it was daytime, he would have even doubted whether what he encountered was a human or an Apiao!
The fear and shock in his heart could no longer be expressed in words.
However!
The next scene subverted his understanding again!
Su Ming waved his hand gently, and the tall man's body disappeared together with the desert eagle in his hand!
He just disappeared out of thin air without a trace, as if this person had never been here!
"You...who are you?"
The bearded man turned pale.
He wanted to run away, but suddenly found that his legs were weak. He couldn't even lift his legs, let alone run.
"My name is Su Ming, a Daxia monk."
Su Ming said calmly.
"What is a monk?"
A flash of suspicion flashed across the bearded face.
"After you die, you can ask our King Yama of Daxia, and he will tell you the answer."
Su Ming said lightly, then flipped his palm, and a sharp breath burst out, crushing towards the beard.
"Bang!"
Beardbeard felt a powerful force coming towards him, as if a high-speed truck hit him, smashing all his internal organs to pieces.
"puff!"
He spat out a mouthful of blood, mixed with pieces of internal organs, and fell back with a look of reluctance.
Su Ming waved his hand again and put the bearded corpse and the Nepali scimitar into the storage ring.
Then, he lifted the restrictions on the room and opened the door.
"Mr. Su, why has it been so long? Nothing happened?"
"Yes! Is there really an ambush in the room?"
Liu Xiaodi and Li Xiaohong had been waiting impatiently for a long time. When they saw Su Ming open the door, they asked directly.
"The room is safe, come in."
Su Ming leaned aside and made way for the door.
"It's safe, why did it take so long?"
Li Xiaohong looked suspicious.
"Xiaohong, the child is still waiting for you, hurry up and pack your things."
Liu Xiaodi showed a smile and said to Li Xiaohong.
She is much smarter than Li Xiaohong.
Su Ming said the room was safe, which meant it was safe now.
As for why it took so long, it was obvious that something must have happened just now.
what's going on?
Since Su Ming didn't say anything, there was no need to ask.
Safety is the most important thing!
"okay."
Li Xiaohong responded and walked inside.
"I'm going to pack some things too."
The smile on Liu Xiaodi's face did not change. After saying something to Su Ming, she walked inside.
Not long after Su Ming waited, the two of them gathered their things.
The three of them left the hotel. Su Ming and Liu Xiaodi took a taxi back to the villa, while Li Xiaohong went back to look after the children.
…
Dark Night Headquarters.
The leader of the dark night who was reading a book was once again brought back to reality by a knock on the door.
"Enter!"
The leader closed the book, a hint of impatience between his brows.
"Chief, it's not good!"
The black man pushed open the door and entered with an anxious look on his face.
"Why is it bad again?"
The leader frowned and asked, "Don't tell me that there is a problem with Daxia again!"
"Chief, you really guessed it!"
The black man frowned and said bitterly: "The two A-level killers we sent have lost contact!"
"Um?"
The leader's brows furrowed into knots: "Didn't I ask you to send four people? The two A-level people lost contact. What about the two B-level people?"
"I just contacted them."
The black man said: "They are lurking where Jack and the others are, waiting for opportunities to act at night."
"So the problem lies with the targeted person."
The leader rolled his sky-blue eyes: "I remember that this mission was just an ordinary mission. The poster said that the other party didn't even have a bodyguard around him. How come there are problems one after another?"
"It should be that the information provided by the other party is inaccurate!"
The black man said: "For ordinary missions, the D-class we sent... is wrong!"
When he said this, he suddenly shouted: "Chief, could it be that Jack did not betray the organization at the beginning, but was killed by someone close to the mission target?"
"It's possible!"
The leader clenched his two pink fists tightly, and a layer of frost appeared on his pretty face.
"If our guess is true, then the two A-level killers are probably in danger!"
The black man gritted his teeth and made a "thump, thump, thump" sound to vent the anger in his heart.
"If you go against An Ye, no matter who he is, you will die!"
The leader gritted his silver teeth and said in a cold voice: "Inform the two B-class killers to keep the secret troops stationary for now, and then you can mobilize five S-class and five SS-class to join them!"
"Chief, will dispatching so many masters at once attract the attention of the Daxia Martial Arts Alliance?"
The black man frowned and said, "If the Daxia Martial Arts Alliance intervenes in this matter, I'm afraid we will be passive!"
"It doesn't matter!"
The leader waved his hand and said nonchalantly: "There are so many masters who want to fight quickly. They should have left Daxia before the martial arts alliance takes action."
"good!"
The black man nodded: "Then I will make arrangements now!"
"Um."
The leader nodded and reminded them again: "Let them remember to fight quickly! And those people's chips must be brought back!"
"By the way! What about the assassination mission?"
the black man asked, looking at the leader.
“Contact the task publisher and ask them to add money!”
The leader said coldly.
"How much more?"
the black man asked.
"Make them pay the price of a difficult mission!"
"Difficult mission?"
The black man frowned: "Chief, the price of difficult tasks is ten times higher than that of ordinary tasks. What if the other party is not willing?"
"Then let them be buried with the dead killers!"
"Okay! I know what to do."
The black man responded, exited the room, and closed the door.
The leader picked up the book next to him again.
She did not open it in a hurry, but stared straight at the door that had just been closed, with a little coldness in her beautiful sky-blue eyes...
