Street, cafe.

The scent of the cappuccino rose a little and was sucked into the mouth and nose by the man sitting on the deck by the window.

Putting down the document in his hand, the man named Gao Yisheng twitched his nose and sighed.

"No matter how many times I look at it again... the mission goals this time seem to be a little bit, well, it's scary."

Grudge this way, Gao Yisheng turned his head and looked out the window.

Outside the window, the scene of the three dead and uninjured car accident was noisy and chaotic, and relevant personnel were dealing with the beginning and end of the matter.

On the surface, this is a normal car accident, a normal love kill.

The premise is.

There was no last man who smashed his head with a stick on the spot.

Of course, this doesn't matter.

A sentence of suicide fearing sin is enough to cover up all abnormalities.

"So, Mr. Death is on the scene, well, the man holding a big golden retriever was found."

Gao Yisheng easily locked in the target - a man holding a dog, drifting away.

The man's back slowly leaving seemed to make Gao Yisheng relieved.

Gently holding the earphones in his ears, Gao Yisheng muttered in a low voice.

"The god of death appears and is walking out of the Avenue of Prosperity. The goal should be the place we gave before."

Thinking of this, Gao Yisheng clenched his fists suddenly.

An excitement that could not be concealed emerged from his face.

"The plan was successful! Death accepted the commission!"

A calm and low male voice suddenly came from the headphones.

"As expected, and the rest of the things, Yi Sheng, please give me."

Gao Yisheng's face suddenly became solemn.

"I will never let down Mr. World's instructions."

In the headphones, the sound disappeared.

At this point, Gao Yisheng exhaled a long sigh.

Opening the [Top Secret File: 004] again, Gao Yisheng re-readed the words that he memorized. After a moment, he suddenly knocked on his head.

"Actually, I'm really curious. What is Mr. Death called? Can't he just call Death?"

...

My name is Lu Ming.

A killer.

A... not very ordinary killer.

There are actually quite a lot of misunderstandings about the profession of killers.

For example, romance, danger, excitement, wandering on the edge of life and death, killing or being killed.

But in fact, I think the killer industry is no different from a normal industry - if someone tells you what you do, you will do it, and after doing it, take the money and leave.

Simple, straightforward.

And money comes quickly.

In fact, I have no desire for money - enough food and drink.

But I can't resist someone always comes to me and send me money.

Especially...

When my colleagues called me "God of Death" and "King of Killers", the voluntary money delivery became more frequent.

But I'm very picky.

I basically don’t take on ordinary tasks anymore - those with less money are simple and not difficult, and those with more money are all people who often go to international news, so I don’t want to mess with them.

Maybe it’s because I lack emotions, or maybe the money in my hands is enough to support me and hope for the rest of my life.

Oh, by the way, hopefully it's a dog.

The big golden retriever beside me.

Anyway, it seems that I haven't done a task for several months.

But today...

This weekend evening.

I walked onto the street for a long time.

Because I received a strange commission.

...

The young man named Lu Ming stopped and stopped in front of a building.

Star Building.

Beiyuan Town, the only building that can be used in the border town.

The Star Building has 32 floors in total, and is a composite building integrating commercial, office and residential buildings.

The lower five floors are shopping malls, the fifth to eighteenth floors are offices, and the upper ones are residential areas.

Of course, this doesn't matter.

The important point is.

The strange commission that Lu Ming received a few days ago is here.

Thinking of this, Lu Ming, who had a look of no sign of a good face, flipped his pocket and took out a printed A4 paper from his pocket.

[Interstellar Building, 13th floor bathroom, 12:00 am on Monday.]

[Stop at the target location until one o'clock in the morning and commissioned to complete.]

The bounty of 500,000 yuan and the top payment of 200 yuan has been received.

Stay for one hour and a bounty of 500w.

This money is not actually taken seriously by Lu Ming.

What he cared more about was the content of the commission.

There is no client, no target that needs to be killed, only one location and stay for an hour such instructions.

From any perspective, this is a strange commission.

But Lu Ming came without hesitation.

He didn't care if this was an enemy's trap - if so, just kill it.

He didn't care if this was a prank by an unknown client - if so, just kill it.

He doesn't even care whether the final payment can be received - if not, just kill it.

all in all.

Five million per hour, plus the strange description on the commission order.

This made Lu Ming rarely interested.

For Lu Ming.

interest……

Or interesting, it's very important.

...

Stroll into the interstellar building.

The interstellar building at 11 o'clock in the evening is empty and dark.

But Lu Ming walked very steadily.

He avoided the security and surveillance cameras, and in less than ten minutes, he arrived at the bathroom on the thirteenth floor.

Current time, 11:00 on Sunday evening.

There is still an hour before the commission begins.

Relying against the wall where the monitor was dead corner, Lu Ming was facing the bathroom, ignoring the stench coming from the bathroom. He closed his eyes, as if he was sleeping, as if he was resting, and was waiting silently.

One hour.

Lu Ming can afford to wait.
To be continued...