Chapter 89： The career of Waterloo (second more)

Chapter 89 The Waterloo of Career (Second)

Tolan, as the leading gangster in Spicy City, has financial and power...

Although it is not as good as any of the ten old men who control the five continents and ten districts, among many gangster families, it is also a stand-out existence.

The huge wealth and the power deeply rooted in Spicy Fragrance City are Tolan's capital.

But these capitals also brought him a lot of threats and troubles.

As far as he is concerned, there are a lot of trash who only know how to envy him, and there are also a lot of enemies who want to bite his neck hard.

Therefore, Tolan's superficial skills on the outside are well done.

He will judge the situation and use various hobbies and common topics as an entry point to win the favor of people from all walks of life.

The scary thing is—

His hobbies that can often become common topics are not just pretending.

He really immersed his mind in it, and did not hesitate to spend energy and time on it, just to make the road ahead smoother.

At the same time, in order to deal with the revenge of the enemy, Tolan attaches great importance to security issues.

Needless to say, the special car used for travel has the top bulletproof effect.

Before going out, he will also ask his subordinates to conduct a comprehensive inspection.

No matter where the car is parked, there must be guards.

And the mansion where he usually lives is set up with many protections.

has a first-class security system, is guarded by gang elites around the clock, and dozens of large hounds roam around the courtyard.

And when he invited Lizi to dinner last time, Tolan sent hundreds of younger brothers to guard outside the restaurant, and there were also four personal bodyguards beside him.

It can be seen that Tolan attaches great importance to security.

However-

These defensive lines made with money are like decorations for Il fans who are proficient in assassination.

Even in broad daylight, he sneaked into the mansion like a ghost.

If he can complete the task in the easiest way, he naturally cannot be foolish to use a strong attack method.

at this moment.

Tolan, who had just finished his lunch, came to the study, took a book from the shelf, and sat down to read it.

This is his habit.

Become a member of the gang, and then bleed to this day.

He understood that most of the time, firearms were more useful than book knowledge.

But it does not prevent him from attaching importance to knowledge.

Swish—

In the study, there was only the sound of Tolan flipping through the books.

And just in this rustling sound, a barely audible footstep was mixed in it.

Ilmi came quietly behind Tolan.

Those jet-black eyeballs with only a few white eyes, like the eyes of the **** of death, stared at Tolan indifferently.

No ability to use.

Raise your palm and stroke across.

The action is neat and tidy.

Tolan's expression was shocked, and a blood line appeared on his neck.

Before he understood what was going on, his head rolled off his neck and landed on the floor with a thud.

His neck incision was exceptionally smooth, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

Apparently he couldn't die any longer.

Completing the commission simply, Ilmi took out his mobile phone expressionlessly and took a few pictures of Tolan, who couldn't rest assured.

After doing this, he left the mansion without knowing it.

The high reward makes it an easy assassination.

This is a low-risk, high-return transaction.

Ilmi easily completed the last commission away from home.

There is nothing too special, let alone a sense of accomplishment.

Because of similar commissions, he has never failed, and he has done so many times.

After    left the mansion, he sent the photo to the employer and asked the employer to call in the payment.

"It's over."

Put away the phone, Ilmi tilted her head slightly and looked at the city street.

The work is over, so there is no hurry to go back.

After a while.

The prompt sound of the account is sounded.

Il Fan took out his phone again and looked at it, finally showing a slightly satisfied look.

at the same time.

In the study room of the mansion.

Tolan's body was separated.

The body is sitting on the sofa, and the head is on the ground.

A lot of blood stained the sofa and the ground, and the whole scene was very bloody.

But at this moment—

A black bubble appeared in the pool of blood.

After the bubbles were broken, a dark sticky substance slowly revealed.

It crouched down and touched Tolan's head.

That room—

Dazzling lightning flashed.

The blood spilled around disappeared, and there was a scorch mark from the separation of the corpse on the sofa and the ground.

And Tolan, who had just died, was standing by the sofa in perfect condition.

In his consciousness, there was absolutely no such thing as being "killed by Ilmi".

He went to the bookshelf, pulled out a book, and sat down on the sofa, flipping through it as usual.

The cover of that book is the tone of the dark style.

The word "Numao" is written on it.

…

Time passes and night falls.

Yiermi came to Laxiangshi Airport and bought a ticket home.

Then he took a seat in the reception area and waited for the boarding time.

Ten minutes passed...

Ilmi's cell phone suddenly rang.

He took out the cell phone he usually used for business and connected it.

"Does the famous beating enemy do this business?"

A male voice with suppressed anger came from the phone.

Ilmi looked indifferent and said coldly: "Don't play dumb, just say something straight."

"The photo you sent is fake!"

The tone of the male voice was like a volcano before it erupted:

"Tolan didn't die at all, and I have credited all the rewards to your account. That's all Lao Tzu's belongings. Now Lao Tzu wants to hear your explanation."

"I'm sure the target is dead."

Ilmi's expression was still indifferent.

He was not interested in exploring the motives of the employer for making this call, so he was about to hang up.

"Death confirmed? This is the funniest joke I've heard this year."

The man on the other end of the phone said viciously:

"The killer who beat the enemy Hakka, I will send you the photos and address I took just now. You can confirm whether Tolan is dead or not."

“…”

Hearing the employer's words, Ilmi didn't hang up after all.

Instead, the employer hung up the phone after he finished speaking.

Il fan took the mobile phone in front of him and saw several photos sent by the employer and the name and address of a restaurant.

In the photo, Tolan can clearly be seen standing in front of the door of a restaurant, showing an inviting gesture towards the two guests with enthusiasm.

And the two guests who were obviously invited, one was a handsome boy and the other was a woman with dark circles.

"Um?"

Ilmi found out that the boy in the photo was the "ordinary telepathic person" he met in the middle of the night.

But this kind of thing is not important.

He was just thinking…

Is the assassination target really not dead?

Does that mean he missed?

First miss in your career?

And in this case, he asked the employer for remuneration.

Funny, embarrassing.

These emotions that should have appeared at this time are basically unrelated to Ilmi.

I just feel that my family's reputation has been damaged because of myself, so I am very unhappy.

“…”

Ilmi's eyes became particularly terrifying, and her whole body exuded a cold and tyrannical aura.

The passengers in the airport reception area turned away from Ilmi as if they had seen something terrifying.

(end of this chapter)