Olmir's hair was messy and his beard grew wildly, as if it had not been trimmed for several days. His clothes were sloppy and stained, and there was some shiny grease on his pants. Such a man who seemed to be on the verge of wandering was actually the super sniper who ambushed Chu Jungui in the hotel that day.
At this moment, he was holding his abdomen, and blood was seeping out from between his fingers. There was also a wound on his left leg, and the blood soaked through the solid work pants.
The room was not big to begin with and was filled with clutter. Now even the tables and cabinets had been turned over and things were scattered all over the floor. The walls and ceiling were riddled with bullet holes, evenly spaced. There was a fresh shoe print on the ceiling, which looked a little strange.
Chu Jungui calmly replaced the new magazine in front of Olmir, and then threw the empty magazine aside.
At this time, a head poked out of the door, and someone said vaguely: "Why is it so noisy? You can't let anyone sleep..."
He swallowed the second half of his words, and the hot muzzle of the gun was pressed against his forehead, and he had no idea how the gun appeared.
"Go back and forget about this, otherwise you will be like Olmir." Chu Jungui said coldly.
The person who poked his head in was a somewhat obscene and drunken thin man, but with the muzzle of the gun pressed against his head, all the drunkenness disappeared. He was shaking uncontrollably and couldn't speak.
Chu Jungui did not look back and said: "Your heartbeat is only slightly accelerated. Do you want to fight back? You can try. If you have twice the strength of Olmir, you may have a slight chance of success."
The man who pretended to be drunk stiffened for a moment and said, "We are just mercenaries, we get paid to do things. There is no need to target us specifically, right?"
"You took money you shouldn't have taken and did things you shouldn't have done."
"But……"
Before the man pretending to be drunk could continue, Chu Jungui interrupted him directly and said: "I let you live this time just to send a message to the mercenaries: Your employer's money is money that should not be taken. , whoever dares to take it will face my hunting, even if he is A-level. Get out!"
The man who pretended to be drunk swallowed nervously, looked at Chu Jungui's gun, backed away slowly, and closed the door.
The moment the door closed, Olmir suddenly slapped the ground with his hand, and the fallen table suddenly bounced up, blocking Chu Jungui's sight. At the same time, he bounced up from the ground without warning, trying to get out through the window. !
However, at the moment when he exerted force, before his body had completely left the ground, a bullet penetrated the table and hit his left leg where he exerted force, doubling the size of the wound.
Olmir groaned and fell back to where he was. The tabletop fell to the ground again and bounced. It was noise, and there was no sound downstairs.
Desperation finally flashed in his eyes. A normal person would think that he would use his uninjured right leg to exert force, thus misjudge the direction of the jump, and the shot would miss or only hit an insignificant part. With this opportunity, he would be able to escape through the window.
Olmir groaned and ignored the wound on his left leg. He looked at Chu Jungui and asked, "Why?"
"This question requires no answer."
"You should go directly to your employer, go to Richard, go to Kun!"
"The murderer needs to be punished and the murder weapon must be destroyed." Chu Jungui pulled the pistol, loaded the bullet, and then said: "You have accepted their commissions twice in the past year, and the reason is enough."
"Then...let's do it." Olmir gasped.
Chu Jungui raised his gun and pointed it at Olmir's head. He suddenly shouted: "Wait! At least let me leave a last word!"
"From the day you became a killer, you don't need this anymore." Chu Jungui pulled the trigger.
Olmir's body gradually lost its temperature, and the famous mercenary killer came to the end of his life. Chu Jungui did not leave immediately, but quickly checked the room to see if he could find any further clues.
There were as many as 5 hidden compartments in the extremely narrow room, which were filled with firearms, ammunition and various tools. They did not have much meaning in themselves, and Chu Jungui did not find any equipment with enough distinctive characteristics to be worth tracing its origin. The most important equipment is two sniper rifles, which are driven by a mixture of gunpowder and electromagnetism. They are extremely powerful and highly accurate. The problem is that the rate of fire is extremely low, and they need to be reloaded after each shot.
Chu Jungui had no interest in these two sniper rifles. For medium and close range, he prefers machine guns if they are more powerful. Anyway, they can still produce sniper effects. From a long distance, Chu Jungui would just use the cannon.
In the drawer of the closet, Chu Jungui found a stack of letters and photos. This antique-style information recording method is no longer common. There is nothing special to note in the content of the letter. Half of the photos are landscape photos and half are group photos, some of two people and some of multiple people. In a group photo of five people, Chu Jungui suddenly saw a familiar figure.
It was a young girl, full of joy and sunshine. She stood beside Olmir, holding his arm tightly. Olmir looks very young in the photo, less than 30 years old, and he is dressed more formally. From the photo, the five people seemed to be traveling and took this group photo during the trip.
The girl's five senses were somewhat familiar. As Chu Jungui looked at them, they gradually overlapped with another face: Rose.
Is this the first love or ex that killed Rose? Chu Jungui thought a little strangely and looked at the photo again. The girl in the photo is still very young, she seems to be under 20, and she has probably not undergone extensive body modification.
Chu Jungui held the photo, twisted it with his fingers, and rubbed it at super high speed to cause a flame, burning the photo bit by bit. After burning the photo and leaving other things untouched, Chu Jungui left the apartment.
An hour later, Chu Jungui appeared in another neighborhood and walked into a club.
He walked up to the girl in charge of reception and consultation and said, "Register an identity for me."
"Okay, 50 yuan."
After paying the money, the girl took a photo of Chu Jungui, went through most of the registration process skillfully, and finally asked: "What nickname do you want?"
Chu Jungui had already thought about it and said, "Mercenary hunter."
The girl was startled and said: "Are you kidding? Don't you know that this is actually the mercenary guild's club?"
"I know."
"This name is a provocation to all mercenaries. You must know that mercenaries have bad tempers." The girl reminded her dutifully.
Chu Jun returned and said, "It doesn't matter. They will soon find out that this is not a provocation, but a warning."
"Who are you warning, and what?" The girl suddenly became curious.
"Don't touch money you shouldn't take."
