What should a killer look like?
Wearing a handsome windbreaker, with a cigarette hanging from his mouth, and the pistol in his hand firing perfectly, there are people to pick him up wherever he goes, and the bullets can never hit him. He is a cold-faced god when he is working, and after work, he is a flower. The heartthrobs who attract the most attention in the flower fields and wine venues...
But the reality is that he could be anyone around you.
On the road, there are car repairmen with black hands, hawkers pushing small carts to sell goods, or taxi drivers complaining to their wives on the phone that they have not received any customers today...
As long as they need it, as long as they want it.
The first skill a killer must learn is neither marksmanship nor swordsmanship, but disguise.
Camouflage allows you to get closer to your target faster and protect yourself better.
Yang Ming is a person who is very good at pretending.
He occasionally works as a waiter in shopping mall restaurants, and occasionally goes to places where only wealthy people go.
But most of the time he lives in a slum with a very dirty, messy and smelly environment.
In this place, it was difficult for him to be monitored.
Even if someone doesn't have eyes and wants to spy on him, he will mysteriously disappear in this slum soon.
After getting his mission, Yang Ming simply cleaned the dirt on his body, took a shower, then put on a suit of greasy clothes, carried a beer bottle, and went out while dangling.
Of course, this time he also brought along his "friends" who had been with him for more than 20 years.
He hadn't had it with him for a long time.
This time he brought it back because Yang Ming knew in his heart the importance of "Tian Xin" and he didn't want to make any mistakes.
Different from "Human Faith", "Tianxin" carries huge information and affects many people, and the holders of "Tianxin" are usually very difficult to deal with.
Wang Qi had previously revealed to Yang Ming that the organization had lost two super bosses who had passed the eighth blood gate for a "Heavenly Letter".
As a trickster, Yang Ming has only passed through the fifth blood gate. He deeply understands that those who can come out of the eighth blood gate alive are first-class strong men!
But even though the loss was so huge, the organization not only didn't feel any regret, but even felt that it was a waste of money!
As for what was recorded in the "Heavenly Letter", he didn't know, and neither did Wang Qi.
This place is not far from Longhu Mountain. In the small town at the foot of the mountain, there are always many people who come to "seek fortune". There are even many fortune tellers' stalls on the roadside, which are often visited by customers.
Yang Ming found a place to sit down and eat breakfast.
He ate slowly and in no hurry.
After eating, he didn't scan the code, but took out a lot of banknotes, checked them for a long time, and handed them to the boss.
"Eight and a half dollars, count them, don't tell me I paid less later."
Yang Ming muttered to the boss.
The boss glanced at it and said with a smile:
"How can it be possible?"
"We have opened a store here for decades, and we have a great reputation. We never bully customers!"
After Yang Ming left, he wandered around like a tourist visiting Longhu Mountain. Until noon, he suddenly received a text message from Wang Qi.
There are only a few very simple numbers on it.
【254,353】
After Yang Ming read the text message, he deleted it on the spot.
Then, he plunged into the crowd and disappeared...
…
There is a Luo'an Lane in the town, which is winding and winding. Most of the people living here are aboriginal people. They are relatively poor and the terrain is complex. Department stores and sundry shops are everywhere, and black Internet cafes can be seen everywhere.
Yang Ming shuttled through the alley. When he arrived at this place, the map positioning on his mobile phone was completely inaccurate, so he could only ask for directions while walking.
But he has a natural keenness about the road, and it didn't take long for him to reach the place he was looking for.
It's a dark Internet cafe called "Makabaka".
The outside of this internet cafe couldn't be any more shabby. There isn't even a plaque on the facade. The owner of the internet cafe just put up a wooden sign as a facade.
There are many strange little cards inserted on this wooden sign.
The sexy girl above smiles sweetly and acts as a welcome girl outside the Internet cafe for free.
Touch whatever you want, look whatever you want.
No money yet.
After opening the door curtain, Yang Ming smelled some extremely unpleasant smell as soon as he entered.
The first is foot odor.
It's the kind of smell that smells like pickled vegetables after wearing leather shoes for several days without washing. Socks worn by such feet can usually stand up on their own, showing a will of steel.
Then there is the smell of instant noodles, sweat, cigarettes, alcohol, farts...
Even though Yang Ming had stayed in a slum, he almost didn't break the defense the moment he entered.
But he quickly adapted to it.
Yang Ming's eyes swept through the swirling smoke and soon found a man in the corner.
The man was wearing a monk's robe and was out of tune with the people around him. He was playing a boring browser game on his computer.
He was a little distracted.
As if waiting for something, he would look up at the door of the Internet cafe from time to time.
"Network manager, open a card."
Yang Ming raised his eyebrows at the petite and cute female network administrator, who looked like a pig brother.
When the female network administrator saw Yang Ming's dirty and torn vest, she had a look of disgust in her eyes.
"ID card."
Although she was unhappy, she was still conscientious.
"I didn't bring it, so I opened a temporary card."
"How much to charge?"
"10 yuan."
"Minimum 20."
"All right."
After paying the money, Yang Ming got a temporary card, then walked leisurely behind the Taoist priest, and touched a very special dagger at his waist.
But when he approached the Taoist priest, he found that another young man also appeared next to him.
The two people's eyes met, and Yang Ming felt something was wrong. He wanted to take action directly, but he heard the other party whisper:
"Are you also from Rashomon?"
Yang Ming was stunned subconsciously and looked at the young man in front of him with suspicion.
"The same to you?"
The young man replied:
"I'm not."
As soon as the young man finished speaking, Yang Ming immediately felt a sharp pain in his palm!
He was horrified, and when he lowered his head, he found that his palms had been nailed to his waist by several nails!
Yang Ming wanted to pull it out, but the terrifying pain in his waist forced him to stop.
At that moment, Yang Ming's heart went cold!
Nail your palms onto the nails at your waist...there are barbs!
This kind of nails are not available on the market, they are usually specially made!
other side……
He's a veteran!
"..."
At the moment of life and death, Yang Ming wanted to turn around and run away, but the opponent's nail gun hidden in his sleeve shot him twice in the knee. He didn't stop and fell towards the opponent, but he hadn't fallen yet. The professional hand knife hit his neck directly and hard!
His vision went dark and Yang Ming lost consciousness.
The light in the dark Internet cafe was not very good, and everyone was doing their own thing, so no one noticed all this.
Ning Qiushui put away the nail gun, hugged Yang Ming and said to herself:
"You are so lucky. If I had come a little later, you would be gone."
The Taoist priest on the side had already stood up, glanced at Ning Qiushui with complex and surprised eyes, then stared at Yang Ming in his arms, and said worriedly:
"What should I do with this person?"
Ning Qiushui replied:
"I'm going to buy a bottle of beer and pour some on him. The nails are specially made and the wounds are very small. As long as they are not pulled out, there will be no bleeding for a while. We will hold him up for a while, pretend that he is drunk, and take him to the hospital. There are few places…”
The middle-aged Taoist priest nodded.
"Okay...what happens after that?"
Ning Qiushui thought for a while.
"I have some questions for him."
The Taoist priest frowned.
"What happens after you ask?"
Ning Qiushui said without thinking:
"Buried."
PS: Two updates today, four updates tomorrow (to make up for one update today), and the next copy will be opened tomorrow.
