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the orange light of the street lamp dyed on her little white skirt, and the breeze at night gently raised the corner of her skirt, blowing away the delicate fragrance like blue on her body.
The deeper the smile on her face, the more nervous he felt, and the tension was inexplicable.
As a professional killer who has been mixing for more than 20 years, he often has a strong intuition to the opponent who is stronger than himself, and can clearly feel the killing intention from the other party.
However, he didn't feel any killing intention from her, but he felt that she was like a Luocha girl coming out of the ghost city of Shura. Every step closer, it was a dangerous step.
The high tension made him pull the gun out of his trouser pocket and point at her, "don't move!"
"Oh."
Yang Zimei faintly should a, stopped the pace, blinked the black pupil to look at him, as if his hand is just a toy gun.
"You are Yang Zimei." When asked about this sentence, the other side felt that it was unnecessary.
"Well, I'm Yang Zimei. You want to kill me." Yang Zimei's tone was light and relaxed, as if discussing a matter with him. The smile on the corner of his lips was deeper.
"No laughing!"
Seeing her smile, he suddenly felt that he was the prey that was aimed at with a gun, rather than her, so he was vicious.
"Well."
Yang Zimei actually should a, put up the smile of the corner of the lip.
Once she did not smile, her whole body was covered with ice. A cold breath filled the air, as if the winter was coming.
He didn't look at her again for a quarter of an hour. His fingers clasped the gun -
his wrist suddenly became cold, his whole arm became stiff and unable to move, and his pistol fell to the ground.
Shocked, he bent over to pick up the gun with his other hand.
Just picked up the gun, just aimed, the hand was stiff again, the gun fell to the ground again
"Why? Why don't you shoot? "
Yang Zimei a surprised tone said, the face began to pan that let him unconsciously fear smile.
"You You Witchcraft? "
Over the years, he has traveled from place to place. He is well-informed and naturally knows something about magic.
One of his companions was once in the hands of an inexplicable wizard.
Don't you know? You should know me well before you want to kill me Yang Zimei squinted and said with a smile, "otherwise, you are not really a qualified killer."
His face darkened.
Before, he received a message from Yang Zimei, saying that she was just an ordinary girl in middle school. No one said that she could do witchcraft.
No wonder the employer will pay $10 million to assassinate her.
It turned out that it was not so simple as an ordinary girl. I was really careless. I knew that I shot her in the street just now when she didn't pay attention.
"Come on, who hired you to kill me?" Yang Zimei's tone suddenly became cold.
"I don't know."
As a professional killer, he naturally has to have his own professional ethics. He will not tell the employer's information until he dies. What's more, his employment and employment relationship are operated in a dark box. He doesn't know who the employer is, only the target to be assassinated.
"Oh, then you can be stupid."
Yang Zimei saw that he really did not know, and it would be a waste of effort to ask again. She would like to go home later, so she was not willing to waste time on such people.
To be stupid? Not to die?
Before the killer's reaction, his forehead was cold again, and then his whole head was like a bomb, which made a loud noise and finally became a blank
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