Chapter 23 Chapter 22

Liu Zheng, this is my manager's name, and it's the real name of hell... Well, at least it's the name I'm using right now. Brother Liu Zheng, who was born in Vietnam, was also a professional killer before. I don't know if he is serious or not. Anyway, he is going around killing people.Later, Brother Liu Zheng quit the arena when the restriction reached the limit. Now he runs a roadside coffee restaurant with his Korean wife, handles a few murder orders by the way, and lives a life that is close to utterly boring. The first time he met and introduced me, it was over a blue plastic coffee table he had set up by the road.He doesn't mind and I certainly don't mind either.His dazed-looking wife had no idea what we were talking about, and only occasionally came over to refill my glass.

Brother Liu Zheng hardly mentioned his days as a killer, such as what weapons he was good at, what kind of killing methods he liked, and what earth-shattering list he had done. He just smiled. No matter how hard I pressed him, he never mentioned it. But when I casually asked him why the coffee was so fragrant, Brother Liu Zheng said bluntly: "Don't ask questions you don't really want to know the answer to. I'll make the coffee, and you just kill people." "Can you at least tell me what your constraints are? Let me be a reference." "Why haven't you decided on your restrictions yet?" Brother Liu Zheng was taken aback.

"Not yet." My fingers tapped the mug lightly. "The order is messed up." Brother Liu Zheng laughed. Brother Liu Zheng said that his exit system was very common, so he didn’t mind telling it out—that is, he submitted his new poems to the most professional poetry magazines and was accepted three times. I don't understand, Brother Liu Zheng said of course I don't understand, because I don't write poetry, he writes, writes and writes. "I've always wanted to be a poet, a real poet. Open up the sky and tell the truth. If I can write poetry, why would I kill people?"

"Then why didn't you write poetry in the first place?" "Who said I didn't write poetry at the beginning? When I was in middle school in Vietnam, I kept writing poetry. I kept writing and writing. I wrote hundreds of capitals. It's just that my poems have never been recognized, and I have contributed everywhere. No one would accept it, as if I had no talent at all." "Could it be that you really don't have talent?" I don't mind telling the truth, even though I don't understand it at all. "I'm also afraid. I'm so upset all day long that I want to kill someone so much." Brother Liu Zheng didn't care about my attitude, and continued: "Most people say they're so annoying that they want to kill people, they just talk about it, but we This kind of person is different. If you are so annoyed that you want to kill someone, of course you will kill someone, right? I thought to myself, as long as I am sure that I can become a poet one day, I will not be bothered anymore. "

"It feels like you're not as normal as you look, Brother Liu Zheng." "Where do normal people come from in this line of work?" "...So you submitted your manuscript later?" "Yeah, it was a big reversal. After I went to South Korea to kill people, I liked life here very much, so I didn't want to go back to Vietnam. So I started to try to write poems in Korean. I didn't know Korean very well at first. So some of the words I wrote didn’t convey the meaning, not only did it not read smoothly, but I didn’t really know what I was writing after I wrote some sentences hahaha, but no matter, anyway, I wrote a lot of new poems and submitted them to Hanfeng Wenyi. "

"Ah? What literature and art?" "Korean style literature and art! That magazine is incredible. It is a literary authority. If anyone's work is published on it, he will be regarded as a member of the literary world, and he has made his debut in the literary world. I have contributed more than a hundred poems to the past. Nothing to say, discouraged is discouraged, but it doesn't matter, anyway, I will continue to kill." "And then one day you were admitted?" "No matter what those magazine editors think, I am a real poet. It's just that since everyone is not qualified to be recognized by the literary world based on whether a person is a poet, the standard... I will try my best to cooperate. But if I stopped writing poems because my poems couldn’t be published in magazines, so that’s really sorry for my inner desire to think I’m a poet, right?”

"And one day your poems are published in magazines?" "Yes, where there is a will, there is a way. My poem was finally accepted by Hanfeng Literature and Art, and it was accepted three times." Brother Liu Zheng cleared his throat and said, "Although you are definitely not interested, just treat it as Let’s do it purely for admiration. Hmm... The cold wind last night, the red dew splashed on the windows, and the metallic spider silk fluttered on the eaves, just like the dead looking back and mourning. A little meditation on the sickle-shaped hour hand on the ball pen , and finally entered the Styx universe in meditation. The Milky Way rises and falls in the universe, but it crosses the wind, an unspeakable wind. The end point remains the same, and it is still the tear on the rice paper with the atomic pen. It points directly to the crack of the door. "

"..." I actually had a little difficulty breathing. "This is the new poem I was admitted for the first time. The title of the poem is: No Words. Others may not be able to hear it, but if you say it, you should be able to know that this poem was written immediately after I was on a mission. It is written The special state of mind after a murder, a kind of tranquility that shouldn’t happen.” Brother Liu Zheng sighed: “Killing people really makes me think a lot!” "and after?" "Later, the longer I stayed in Seoul, the Korean language became more and more fluent. In the end, I even spoke Korean in my dreams, but all the poems I wrote in Korean were not accepted by Hanfeng Wenyi. Do you think this is the case? unreasonable?"

"So you're a poet now?" I looked left and right, but it didn't look right. "Am I a poet... I think so. In fact, I have always been! At least I will continue to write poems when I have no guests, but those literary circles have never taken me seriously. I thought that as long as I submit If I voted for the most famous literary magazine, I can make my official debut, publish a collection of poems, give speeches everywhere, drink with a group of poets, watch the moon and play with women... It turned out to be my fantasy all along hahahaha, but that’s how things like restrictions are, I have to go when I'm done, so I just wash my hands like this."

Yes, wash your hands in the golden basin. Then life is left with this cold cup of coffee and cheesecake on the table. Brother Liu Zheng said that life is very comfortable now. He stopped killing people, so he bought a simple coffee truck with the money he earned from killing people before, and started a business on the side of the road.His coffee is really not very good, business is very bad, but fortunately, he met his wife soon, and it is logical for his wife to sell coffee with him, and his wife can make some cakes, and the cheese tastes especially delicious. A must-see sign. With a slightly regretful tone, Brother Liu Zheng said that although he still writes poems, he has lost the motivation to contribute. I hired a killer agent, hoping to make life a little more thrilling.

I said, why bother? If you want to kill, go ahead and kill. If you can't be a killer, just being a murderer without an employer can still enrich your life. "Being a killer, you know that the kind of murderer who has no professionalism is of a different race from us. The difference is too far to be compared at all." Brother Liu Zheng suddenly became happy: "Although I don't do it myself, but The past is vivid in my memory. I wrote a lot of poems about murder. You will know what I am talking about after reading a few more poems. Even if you don’t understand, you can read a little feeling. Poems are just a feeling hahaha. Next time I'll put some in an envelope for you, remember to tell me what you think after reading it!" I said yes, but not at all. Brother Liu Zheng told me that it's not just a question of ability, each killer has his own way of doing things, specific rituals and quirks in style, etc. Different characteristics are important. For example, if some employers want to torture their targets, they need a killer who is particularly passionate about torturing people to take the order. Some employers want the target to be hacked to death, so there must be a killer who likes to study the use of knives to take over this task. If the employer wants the target to disappear into the world silently, or even the body to disappear strangely, then it is necessary to send a special killer with the ability to make the target disappear. There are connections between killer managers, and each killer manager has more than one killer in his hands. If none of the killers under him can perform this task, the killer manager will refer the killing task to other killers. Hitman agent, until there is a suitable killer to qualify. Brother Liu Zheng asked me, what special requirements do I have for killing people?He will try his best to satisfy me within his ability, so that it is convenient for me to do things. In a sense, this can be done for a long time. "...I want two guns, pistols," I said bluntly. "Is there a specific pistol model?" "Not for the time being, anyway, it is generally easy to use, the revolver or the magazine, just don't jam. Of course, the more bullets, the better. I always feel that if the bullets are not used up, it is like shit sticking to the ass hole and not cleaning it. Is this okay? " "Besides pistols, what tools do you like to use? Knives? Dynamite? Rope? Have you ever learned martial arts?" "I only like to use pistols, dual guns. Others are just auxiliary when there are no pistols and no bullets." "Did you kill women?" "Kill it." "Kill the child?" "I haven't thought about it, maybe it's okay." "Is there anything you want to do while doing things? For example, put a flower on the target's corpse, pee on the corpse, or cut the corpse's hair? Or do you have to sleep with the target before doing things?" "No. If I have to say it... I just want to shoot all the bullets at them." "If your employer asked you to take a photo of your target, would you do it?" "Annoying, but it doesn't matter." "Do you like to simply complete the task, or do you like to pursue excitement?" "I love thrills. But I don't intend to die." "Can you accept cooperation with other killers?" "I don't know, hell I'm just getting started, I'm not even sure what my quirks are." "Don't worry, I'm just asking first." In this way, Brother Liu Zheng asked me many questions that I had never thought about, such as do I believe in Jesus, whether I like day or night, do you mind killing the police if necessary, and how much I depend on money Wait, I had to order another cheesecake. That's not bad though, I found that I was in a good mood answering the hypothetical questions, probably because all the questions were about killing people.There must be something wrong with me. I felt that when the topic between us was coming to an end, Brother Liu Zheng returned to ask me the first question.pistol.He said that of course he has channels to get guns, but the money for buying guns had to be deducted from my salary at the beginning of the cooperation, so the quality of the guns he could give me would not be very good, and the same goes for bullets. I generate pleasure other than killing. I said I understand, anyway, as long as I keep killing people, everything will get better and better. Then I asked a rhetorical question about guns. "Brother Liu Zheng, do you have any other killers with guns under your command?" "There are many killers with guns. What do you want to ask?" "I want to ask the killer with two guns." Brother Liu Zheng looked at me with a smile that was not a smile, but with extremely serious eyes. "You ask this question, it can't be that you want to make friends? Want revenge?" Brother Liu Zheng cleared his throat: "The devil told you that in the three major professional ethics of killers, you must never turn against each other. You should be very clear about the point. If you really want to engage in that kind of boring thing of revenge, you have to find the right person, and that is the person who placed the order, do you agree?" "Damn it, I don't have any revenge, I just want to know who is the best among the killers with two guns?" "Hahaha, do you want to be number one among Two Gun Killers?" "...just take it for granted," I said, but it never occurred to me to be number one. "There are many killers with double guns, and there are many powerful ones. More than ten years ago, there was a killer with two guns who was very powerful. It is said that he was very young when he became a legend. He was a genius with a sick head. You know, the Alter Python revolver is used in the left hand, and the semi-automatic Desert Eagle is used in the right hand, all of them are pistols with very problematic aiming systems hahahaha!" "So he's a killer with very steady hands." "It seems not. He is a killer who likes to shoot indiscriminately. He misses half of the bullets, but he just has a way to kill the opponent before the bullets run out-yes, he usually kills a group of people, one A gang, a gang, in short, it is a unilateral massacre carried out by one person, which is very majestic." "Fantastic!" I guess he must have filled a lot of bullets. "No matter how powerful the legend is, there are times when it can't go on. One day, Black and White suddenly disappeared. Everyone said that Black and White is almost dead. After all, it's hard to imagine that someone as arrogant as him would quit because of restrictions. Jianghu, being killed is more like his end." "...Hmm. What I want to ask is the killer who is still alive." "Assassin is such a profession. It's hard to say whether he is still alive. When he disappears, who knows whether he has achieved restraint or died. Fortunately, this industry is full of rumors and nonsense. After black and white, a two-gun killer appeared. , called Beetle, I don’t remember what kind of guns he used. He is very ruthless, not only the target, but also often affects people who are not the target, which is notorious. If you say how powerful he is...he once took a Zhang is very famous as a special assassin for a group of bank robbers. His task is to kill all the security guards or policemen who want to catch up. As a result, the beetles killed more than 20 policemen with live ammunition on the street, and beat the rest hiding in the car. The police didn't even dare to poke their heads out. Who knows if the beetle is dead or alive? But I haven't heard much about him in recent years." "great!" "After the beetle, two very powerful two-gun killers appeared in a row, but they were active for a short time. They both have serious indiscriminate paranoia. One is called a zombie, and it is a speech that no one can understand. A murderous Cambodian. Bah! Not only does he like to kill, but he also especially likes to take orders and hunt his colleagues, just like jackals." "Jackal?" "Yeah, but I won't mention him today, filthy." Brother Liu Zheng showed a disgusted expression, and quickly changed the topic: "After the zombie, a Korean named Tomato appeared. It is said that Tomato killed the zombie, and by the way The agent of the zombie is also killed together. Some people say that Tomato is actually the younger brother of the zombie. He set up a trap to kill the zombie. Tomato has top technology, but he is also very weird. It is said that he killed his own woman. It is said that Tomato also suffers from the neuropathy of killing addiction, a terrible terminal illness unique to unprofessional killers!" "Is it a terrible terminal illness, haha." "Tomato has also disappeared in the past two years. I personally hope that this kind of psychopathy will be taken care of by God. Speaking of the unique neuropathy of killers, Dicky from the UK is also a very—" "Wait, British? So Dickie is British? White?" "Yeah, what's wrong?" "You just mentioned that the zombie is from Cambodia and the tomato is from Korea. Where is the beetle from? Black and white?" "In my impression, the beetle is a Malaysian or Thai Chinese. Black and white is probably Taiwanese. However, the background of people like killers are mostly whispered rumors. Who would want others to know their true origin? It's not what everyone did. What is the matter of honoring the ancestors." "Yeah." I nodded, "I don't want to know about two-gun killers other than Asian faces, and Dicky needs no introduction." "Really? So number one in Asia is enough for you?" Brother Liu Zheng smiled, poked the cheesecake on my plate with a fork and put it into his mouth: "But it's unfortunate, the two-gun killer The No. 1 in Asia happens to be the No. 1 in the world, and, probably not just with two guns, this person should be recognized as the strongest among the assassins." "Who?" "A man code-named G."