Chapter 1397

However, the more difficult things are, the more exciting they are for him. He will not accept any challenging tasks.

As the current killer ranking next to so many cars, only pull their own, this is no doubt to wait for him to set up.

It doesn't matter if it's just a car. It's a big deal to buy another one. It's just that all the clothes he used to "work" are in it, and there are two weapons with their own obvious marks. If they are found, if the task is not completed, then he will lose his face.

Killers have several unwritten rules: they can't disclose the identity information of their employers, they can't charge if they can't complete the task, and they can't leave any trace of their identity in the whole process of the task.

In the process of carrying out the mission, he even lost his signature weapon. If this kind of thing is spread out, let alone surpassing the night rose, he will lose his qualification to continue to be a killer.

The count of darkness ran over with a gloomy face. Several people who were busy supporting the car turned to see him almost at the same time. As soon as their eyes touched, a terrible hostility broke out.

The count of darkness instantly took out his pistol and fired it. His hand was faster than the idea in his mind. He had just decided to take the car back, and several trailers had fallen into the pool of blood.

The Earl of darkness rushed forward and shot at the tail behind him, only to find that those guys had already disappeared.

Not in the mood to catch up with those fearless guys, the count of darkness stepped on the accelerator after getting on the bus, ready to leave the city first.

As soon as he stepped on the gas pedal, he found that something was wrong. The count of darkness angrily scolded him. He lifted the suitcase with special weapons, kicked open the driver's seat door and turned over. After rolling on the ground for several times, he saw the car plunge into the nearby rolling river like a roaring beast of time and space and sink in the water.

Someone tampered with the brake!

The count of darkness got up and quickly looked around. He found that there were inexplicable people approaching him. He quickly walked into a 24-hour supermarket with a suitcase.

At this time, many people were going in and out, and the count of darkness was picking up a place full of people.

The underground world doesn't want to deal with things under the sun, so it will try its best to be restrained in crowded places. The count of darkness used this short time to quickly observe the surroundings and sneered to himself.

It's said that the king razor always likes to work alone. Now it doesn't look like that at all. The supermarket is full of people. Many people's eyes change when they see him. Some even take out their mobile phones to call up photos for comparison. There's no doubt that many people are looking for him.

Where does that guy get the strength to mobilize so many people? There are only so many people in this small town. Are they all his men?

The count of darkness finally lost his breath. Suddenly he felt that the original cat and mouse game seemed to change roles unconsciously. When he was proud, people quietly understood his identity and made arrangements.

Because it was myself who dug the trap, but I didn't know that I was in the bigger trap of others.

It has to be said that this is a great irony.

The God of darkness, with his anger hidden in his heart, suddenly took out two pocket pistols with a roar, put aside his previous scruples and pulled the trigger.

At the same time, many moon halberd apostles standing in the crowd threw the people around them to the ground, and the bullets roared over their heads. What came was the proud and arrogant voice of the count of darkness: "you little men are not qualified to talk to me, and call for the king's razor, if he has the courage!"