Chapter 34 Chapter 33

Did I go to the next room that night and kill Tiaotiao? Ok.Let's change the question. If you dropped a dollar in the toilet, would you pick it up? Won't. Because a dollar is too unimportant, and washing your hands for it is too much trouble. I gasped like that, of course I didn't reach into the toilet to pick up the one coin. There is nothing good about the rest. When I returned to South Korea, my first stop was Brother Liu Zheng's coffee truck. I didn't take my gun because I didn't need it. His dining car is still there, his wife is still there, of course they are all there.

The thick-skinned brother Liu Zheng helped me order the signature cheesecake and a cup of bad coffee. "You survived." Brother Liu Zheng didn't feel embarrassed at all: "It's just like poetry." I don't know what it means to be the same as poetry. If it is like a poem, it is a bad poem. "I don't care." I cut the cake and crossed my legs. "The killer is not a credit agency. Usually we don't do detective work. It's just the information given by the employer this time. I don't need to ask the devil to investigate and know that the person she is looking for is you..." Brother Liu Zheng said with a smile. Gestures: "Do you think it's such a coincidence?"

"I said I don't care." I mean really, I really don't care.Then drink the coffee. Brother Liu Zheng handed me a paper bag. "Very well, then we will continue with business." I don't care whose picture is in there. I don't care if they are local tyrants and evil gentry or traffickers. Where to kill him, I don't care. I don't care what method, when and what special requirements. I just want to be able to shoot all the bullets out of the gun. I think opportunities are reserved not only for those who are ready, but also for those who really desire opportunities.From that day forward I decided to make my own troubles, and every time, every time, I did my best to provoke the wrong people to be buried with me.

It would have been even better if there were policemen who happened to be on patrol, even though I didn't feel threatened once.Yes, yes, of course I can admit that I like to watch those innocent people being involved in other people's tragic fate, as if the more injustice I and my bullets create, the more it can balance the rest of the world a little bit. An abnormal extreme good-looking.After all, how unreal is that kind of beauty, the so-called ordinary and happy people really shouldn't exist, shouldn't they? That's so unreasonable, bordering on fictional, false.I've got to smash 'em out of my sight with one shot!

Well, hahahahahahahahaha, I can finally go back to the starting point of my storytelling. Remember, I was sitting in a coffee shop in a department store in Seoul next to the large floor-to-ceiling windows, tapping my finger on the coffee I had already drunk, and watching the police and medical staff rush in and out of my masterpiece.Everything they do is in vain lol. Now I have been working as an assassin for three years and three months, and the code name "Fire Fish" has become a feared name in the world.As long as I have two guns and an infinite number of bullets in my hands, I have the confidence to swagger to any place and kill any target-this is also the evaluation of me in the world.

I seem to gradually put on the color of legend. right?A master like me, of course has a strong need to kill! The cases that a good-for-nothing broker like Brother Liu Zheng could handle were still not enough for me, so he recommended three other brokers to help me take orders, one is "Matchhead" from Hong Kong, and the other is "Mr. Funai" from Japan. One is Taiwan's "Pipe Mrs." With these three brokers placing orders together, I'm flying around Asia, shooting around, it's so much fun, sometimes I feel that two hands are really not enough, it would be better if I had three or four hands , so I can take more guns and fight more people in one go.

Occasionally I play too hard and push myself into a dangerous situation, which I also think is very fun, anyway, it is not safe in the end.It's just that the devils who cooperate with me are all fixed on that stinky three-eighth. The managers all said that it's rare for that devil to bear me, so I might as well continue to endure that bitch.Pooh. Time is the enemy of all. I don't know if it's because of job burnout, but I gradually feel that it's a bit boring to solve the goal and pull passers-by into the water. After all, the goal is in the open, and I'm in the dark. Everything is too easy.On the contrary, I am more looking forward to Tiao Tiao who is also hiding in the dark.

Tiaotiao, whom I was too lazy to kill that night, never gave up her desire to avenge her scarred sisters. This is so good and so funny. It is difficult for a woman who has been a prostitute to make money in other ways. Tiao Tiao must still be selling, and the scar on her face must have made her sell poorly.I'm so hard to kill, it's not cheap to kill me, maybe every couple of months I'll save up enough money to buy a new killer and try to take me out by jumping that ugly girl. But I'm really sorry, Tiaotiao, maybe my sixth sense is getting sharper, or maybe it's because you get what you pay for, there are really not enough killers that Tiaotiao can afford, and every time before attacking me, he always I noticed something wrong earlier, and an assassination between the enemy and the enemy often turned into an instant duel.

Jump bought four killers who were getting worse and worse and wanted to kill me four times, of course I survived all four times. Maybe it was the fulfillment of the curse that happened to Tiao Tiao that night. And her hatred for me will last forever.