Chapter 2 double killer

"Roy." A gentle voice suddenly called out his name, waking him up from his dream.He sat up in bed trying to wake up.When his eyes were used to the darkness, the lights in the hotel room suddenly turned on, and the light hanging from the ceiling cast a dazzling light, and his vision was temporarily blank.Slowly, when his sight became clear, he saw a well-dressed man of medium height standing at the end of the bed. Roy blinked quickly a few times and adjusted the focus of his eyes, only then did he see clearly that the uninvited guest was holding a large-caliber automatic pistol in his hand. The muzzle of the gun seemed extraordinarily long due to the addition of a silencer.

"What should have happened has finally happened," Roy said sadly, "this hunt is finally coming to an end. Who would have thought that things would end like this—in such a dilapidated and dirty small hotel in Barcelona, ​​Spain. " The man replied coldly: "It's just a matter of time. It's been more than nine months since Mr. Corleone hired me; it's been a hard time. Several times I thought I lost you. But I Admittedly, it was a fantastic 'hunt' - Canada, Mexico, Central America, South Africa, Morocco, and then here." As the man spoke in a tone of self-admiration, Roy was slowly inching his hand under the pillow, where there was a loaded revolver.He fancied in desperation that he could grab the pistol while the man was talking, and put the bullet in his chest before the man, the killer, could make a move. "Roy, I've already taken your revolver," said the killer in an impatient voice. "Let's stop playing these silly games, shall we?"

Roy's hand stopped abruptly, and his heart suddenly became colder. His hand could barely touch the pillow. "I'm a very policeman," said Roy with awe. "You're a first-rate man for getting into my room and taking a gun from under my pillow without anyone noticing it." Who are you? I think at least I should know the name of a person who is going to kill me." The killer nodded and said: "William, Gordon William, I am confident that I am the best in this trip, my reward Very high. Mr. Corleone must care about you very much, so he is willing to pay so much money to kill you."

Roy smiled helplessly. "That's the funniest part of the thing, Mr. Corleone actually has nothing to be afraid of. It's just that I hate gang business, so I want to leave. I had no intention of betraying him at all, but Corleone didn't think so. ,, "Even if what you said is true, Roy," Gordon said politely, "I still have to perform my mission, and your time is running out." Roy realized that the god of death was waving to him, and big beads of sweat came out of his forehead, with a pleading expression on his face, and suddenly begged: "If there is any way to redeem it, please suggest it, what do you want? , What do I give, what I have is money."

Gordon shook his head and said calmly, "I'm sorry, I have accepted this task. If I don't complete it, it will have a great impact on my reputation. I think you will understand this." "Well then," said Roy gently, "after you kill me, please do me a favor. There's an envelope in the middle drawer of the desk behind you. I want you to open it and read it before giving it to Corleone, can you do me this favor?" "I will," Gordon replied.Then the trigger was pulled without warning, the pistol went off with a dull thud, and a hole appeared in the middle of Roy's forehead.The force of the bullet caused Roy to fall backwards, lying face up on the bed with all fours sprawled.

Gordon put away his gun, took out a pocket camera with a flash, and took many pictures of Roy's face. This was what he was supposed to do, and he needed proof that the mission was accomplished. Just as he was about to leave the room, he suddenly thought of Roy's dying request.He went to the writing desk and took out the envelope inside, took out a text message typed on white paper, and after reading it, he gently stuffed the letter back into the envelope, then scanned the room, opened the door, looked outside and left. Corleone is an impatient person, when Gordon came back from Spain to meet him, he jumped in front of Gordon and grabbed his hand, "Ah! You are finally back, you have finally gone to a piece of my heart, as long as that person As long as I'm alive, I've got a lump in my throat. Now everything is fine, I have to thank you, and I want to see the pictures you took."

Gurdon took out the photo and gave it to him without saying a word.Corleone snatched the photo back and looked at it several times from beginning to end, with a smile on his face, and he could see that he was satisfied with it.Then he said to Gurdon: "Your full fee, I have already wired you to your Swiss bank account, and I offer you my greatest and deepest thanks. Before you go, I want to ask you one more thing, tell me What was his face before you shot me? Did he cry, or beg your mercy or something? I bet that coward would have done that." Gordon replied without expression: "No, on the contrary, he is very calm, and his attitude towards death is better than everyone I know."

Corleone was very dissatisfied with Gordon's answer, so he said rudely: "I think you must be quite tired, you should rest, and I won't keep you." Gordon smiled coldly, "Before I leave, I have to give you this letter. It was written by Roy. I hope you can read it." Confused, Corleone took the envelope and pulled out the letter.The letter was typed neatly.Corleone read: "I know you will pay someone to kill me. For the sake of fairness, if that person gives you this letter, it means that he has accepted the 20,000 yuan I put in the envelope." , and agreed to 'an eye for an eye, an eye for an eye', goodbye, Mr Corleone."

The letter fell from Corleone's hand, and he fell to the ground like a frightened bird, but before he hit the ground, a large hole appeared in his forehead, exactly like Roy's.