Chapter 2 double killer

Roy seemed to hear someone calling his name in his sleep. "Roy"—it was a gentle voice. Roy thought he was in a dream, but the voice sounded again, "Roy, wake up." Roy opened his blindfolded eyes, and he sat up slowly, the room was pitch black.He rubbed his eyes, trying to get used to the darkness in the room. Suddenly, the lights in the hotel room came on, and the harsh light forced Roy to squint his eyes.For a split second, he could barely see anything.After more than ten seconds, when his vision gradually recovered, he saw a medium-sized man in black standing in the room, staring at him intently.

Roy was taken aback. He blinked his eyes quickly a few times before he saw clearly that the man was holding a large-caliber pistol in his hand. The muzzle of the gun was pointing directly at his chest. "The last thing I want to see happened!" Roy lamented, "You chased me for half the world, and you never thought that everything would end here, in a dilapidated, dirty hotel in Barcelona, ​​Spain. " "Hmph! Since you are on my death list, it is only a matter of time before this day comes." The man replied coldly, "I have been chasing you for more than nine months, from Canada to Mexico, from Central America to South Africa , and from Morocco to Spain, I also had a very hard time during this period, and I almost lost you several times in the middle. Now, I am finally going to draw an end here."

While the man was speaking in a victorious manner, Roy quietly reached under the pillow beside him - there was a loaded revolver there.That gun was Roy's last life-saving straw. As long as he got it, the situation would be reversed in an instant, and maybe the opponent would be the one who fell. Roy's hand slipped under the pillow, but he missed it! "What are you looking for? Is it this?" The man took out a pistol with the other hand and waved it in front of Roy, and said proudly, "Don't waste your efforts, let me tell you, just now when you were sleeping soundly When I did, I took it away."

Roy's hand froze immediately, and he couldn't help but gasped, unexpectedly, his last hope was also shattered.Roy was silent for a moment, and said: "I consider myself a very alert person, but you sneaked into my room and took the gun from under my pillow without anyone noticing it. You are a real person." Top killer! Since the fate is like this, I don’t have much to say, I just want to know who you are before I die? And who hired you to kill me?” "Anyway, you're going to die, so I might as well tell you." The man nodded and said, "I'm Gordon William. Thanks to your praise, I can indeed be regarded as the best in the killer industry. The person who hired me to kill you was Corleone, he must have a deep hatred with you, otherwise he wouldn't have paid a lot of money to hire me to kill you."

"It really is him!" Roy smiled helplessly, "Actually, Mr. Corleone and I didn't have a big feud, but I quit the gang because I didn't want to get along with him, but he was worried that I would betray him... " "Roy, you don't need to explain. It's between you and Corleone." Gordon said politely, "I'm just taking people's money and helping people to eliminate disasters. You don't have much time. Is there anything you want to say?" There were big drops of sweat on Roy's forehead, and he seemed to see the god of death waving to him.At this time, a survival instinct suddenly made him plead: "I, can we discuss it again, if you let me go, I can give you money, I have plenty of money!"

Gordon shook his head and said with a blank expression: "I'm sorry, the matter has come to this point, and there is no room for discussion. As a killer, since I have received money from my employer, I must complete the task, otherwise, my reputation will be destroyed." will be greatly affected.” Hearing what Gordon said, Roy's heart was ashamed, but he became calm and said, "Well, since you must kill me, then I want you to do something for me." "What is it?" Gordon asked. "I have a letter in the middle drawer of the desk behind you. I hope you can read this letter before giving it to Corleone, okay?"

"I promise you!" Gordon pulled the trigger before he finished speaking, and saw a puff of blue smoke coming out of the gun, and a hole appeared on Roy's forehead, and blood gushed out, and he fell on his back on the bed . Gordon skillfully put the gun away, then took out a pocket camera from his coat pocket, and he took pictures of Roy's body from various angles.He wants to take these photos back to hand over his work, which is the proof of his completion of the task. When Gordon finished all this and was about to leave the room, he suddenly remembered the letter that Roy had mentioned before he died, so he turned back and found an envelope in the middle drawer of the desk.After he opened it, he saw a text message printed on a typewriter inside.He read the text, thought for a moment, and then stuffed it back into the envelope.Finally, he looked around the room, turned off the light in the room, opened the door and looked outside, and left quickly.

Since Gordon accepted the mission, there has been no news for a full nine months. This long wait made Corleone almost go crazy.So when Gordon came back to meet him, he grabbed Gordon's hands impatiently: "Aha! You're finally back, and you brought me good news, right?" Gordon didn't speak, just took out a stack of photos from his pocket.Corleone snatched it excitedly, looked at each photo carefully, "Great, you finally helped me get rid of a heart disease!" Corleone said excitedly, "If this person is not cured every day, I will sleep and eat every day." Difficult. Gordon, I am very satisfied with your performance, and I have remitted all the remuneration to your Swiss bank account."

"Thank you," Gordon said flatly, "this is what I should do." "By the way, I have another question." Corleone took Gordon's hand, "What kind of expression did he have before you killed Roy? Was he crying and begging you to spare his life? I dare Bet, that guy who is greedy for life and afraid of death will definitely beg for mercy!" "No! Quite the contrary," Gurden replied deadpan. "He faced death with ease. I've killed many people, and he's the one who takes death the most." "Oh," Corleone looked very disappointed when he heard what Gordon said. He waved his hand at Gordon and said, "Okay, your mission is over, please go back!"

"Wait, before I leave, I want to show you something." Gordon handed an envelope to Corleone, "This letter was written by Roy, and he asked me to give it to you before he died. " "He, a letter for me?" Corleone was confused, but he still took the envelope. Corleone pulled out the typewriter note from inside and read: "I know you will pay someone to kill me at any cost. To be fair, if that person gives you this letter, it means He accepted the twenty thousand dollars I put in the envelope, and in return he would take your life for me! Good-bye, I wait for you in another world! My Mr. Corleone."

Seeing this, Corleone let out a desperate scream, and the letter slipped from his hands. His legs softened, and before his body touched the ground, a hole appeared on his forehead, exactly the same as Roy's. .