The first killer?

Fan Shuang looked at the man in front of her in surprise. Although he was wearing a short-sleeved shirt, his chest was bulging and his pectoral muscles looked very well-developed.

Looking at the arms again, the biceps are bulging high, seeming to contain explosive power.

Then his gaze fell on his face, his eyes were cold, as if he had no feelings towards anyone or anything.

The expression on his face was also very calm.

There seems to be no emotion.

Looks like a very powerful master.

But if she was told that he was the number one killer, she still found it hard to believe.

Not to mention other killers, just talk about the killers in the accident building. Each of them has his own unique skills and the means of killing are unexpected.

The people who were killed didn't even know what happened, they just died.

She believes that there is no absolute number one killer in the world.

It depends on who plans first.

Leng Shan saw the woman staring at him in a daze without saying a word, and spoke again: "You are only responsible for eating, drinking and having fun, and then help me collect information.

I am enough to protect Qianqian by myself.

No one can lay a finger on the people I protect.”

Fan Shuang didn't know what to say. He had high hopes for Leng Shan and thought he must be very powerful.

But Leng Shan considered himself the number one killer, so she felt that it was mostly bragging.

Saying this again now.

She was even more disappointed with Leng Shan: "Now our mission is to protect people, not to brag."

Leng Shan frowned: "Why, you don't believe in my ability?"

Fan Shuang was a little speechless. She had even had some expectations for the new helper, but for a man who claimed to be the best.

I really can't give them more trust.

She felt that she had to make it clear: “You think it’s number one, but if at this moment, a car suddenly loses control and hits you to death.

Do you still think you are the number one killer?"

……

Leng Shan was stunned. The killer not only killed people, but also completed the task without anyone noticing and then escaped safely.

This is the most important thing.

If you can't escape, it's a life for a life, and this is not the behavior of a killer.

If you are hit and killed by a car, will you be able to escape?

Is this a killer?

When he came to his senses, he frowned and said, "This was a car accident, not a murder, okay."

Fan Shuang shook her head slightly, and she realized that the man in front of her seemed a little dull: "To kill someone, a fist can do, a bullet can do, a car can do, even a flower pot falling from the sky can do.

The goal is achieved when the target dies.

no difference. "

Leng Sheng shook his head slightly: "How can you escape if you are hit by a car?"

Fan Shuang shook her head: "Why should we flee? It was an accidental car accident. The killer only needs to go to the police station to record a statement, and the insurance company will pay the compensation. After that, we can leave.

Walk with integrity."

This……

Leng Shan was stunned when he heard this. In order to cultivate the ability to kill, he practiced martial arts, including boxing, wrestling, and Muay Thai. He turned his entire body into a weapon.

Fists, feet, elbows, knees, legs, and even the head can all attack the target.

His shooting skills are terrifyingly accurate. He is proficient in using pistols, assault rifles, sniper rifles, submachine guns, light machine guns... everything.

But now it seems that all the training has been ineffective.

He didn't know what to say.

It felt like he had worked hard for decades, but suddenly in an instant, he realized that his efforts were meaningless.

I stood there, my mind going blank.

Seeing Leng Shan didn't speak, Fan Shuang asked tentatively, "What's wrong? Why aren't you talking?"

Leng Shan felt that he had no strength left in his body. He sat down on the steps by the roadside at the university gate, staring at the students coming in and out, in a daze.

After a long while, he finally spoke: "You...you also hit someone with your car, is this the way to kill people?"

Fan Shuang shook her head: "I don't think so."

Oh?

Leng Shan suddenly became interested: "How do you kill?"

Fan Shuang said: "I will create all kinds of accidents, furniture falling down and hitting the target, the shutter door at the store entrance suddenly falling down, the glass door suddenly falling down, the chandelier on the ceiling, the air conditioner hanging outside, the flower pot on the air conditioner, pushing when going down the stairs, or pouring oil on the ground, natural gas leaks in the kitchen, electric leakage, fire... In fact, each time is different.

It doesn't matter how you kill people, as long as you complete the mission."

Leng Shan's scalp tingled after hearing this. It turned out that there were so many ways to kill someone.

But none of the methods were the same as the professional killing techniques he was trained in.

It felt like a person from primitive society suddenly entered a modern city and gained more knowledge. After a long time, he gradually felt that something was wrong. The methods of these killers were too amateurish.

Not every method can be implemented at all times.

All of these require creating conditions, such as a flower pot falling, a chandelier suddenly falling, or a glass door suddenly falling down.

Every method of killing requires creating opportunities, which is completely uncontrollable...

He gradually regained his confidence, thought for a long time and said: "The methods you mentioned take a long time and are slow.

They are all amateur.

But I'm a professional killer!"

amateur?

Fan Shuang thought about it carefully, and it seemed to be true, but she was a little dissatisfied: "The one who can kill the target is the best killer.

Completing the task is professionalism.”

shuh~

A sharp short blade was placed on Fan Shuang's neck.

Leng Shan said coldly: "It's better to be tough than to be tough.

I could kill you a hundred times.

You can't hurt me at all."

Fan Shuang felt a chill on her neck. The feeling of the sharp blade touching her skin made her shudder.

She could feel that if Leng Shan exerted a little force, the sharp blade would penetrate her throat.

She will die.

When I killed people before, I saw with my own eyes that a living person became a corpse in an instant.

Now she could become a corpse.

The fear in my body kept growing, and I couldn't help but tremble. "No, don't joke. You are a professional. You are awesome, okay?"

Leng Shan gradually regained his confidence, retracted the blade, and said coldly: "Killing people, I am a professional.

I am more professional when it comes to killing assassins.

Don’t doubt my ability.”

Fan Shuang touched her neck and looked at her hands. There was no trace of blood. She felt it was a false alarm.

Now she finally realized the distance between herself and a professional killer.

"You are responsible for protecting Wang Cuicui, and I will help you.

If you need me, just tell me where you want me."

Leng Shan shook his head slightly: "No, I can handle it alone."

Fan Shuang stopped talking, then suddenly remembered the time, raised her eyebrows and looked at Leng Shan and said, "Wang Cuicui is a woman, what if you go to the women's restroom and meet a killer?"

Leng Shan was stunned for a moment, then said calmly: "This may be the only use you have.

From now on, you will accompany her when she goes to the toilet."

in the hospital.

Yu Lei was lying on the bed, with an IV drip hanging on him, and the injured part was bandaged tightly: "Grandpa, avenge me, you must avenge me."

Yu Zhensheng frowned and said, "I have investigated. His family is in Shuijing Village, Muyang Town. He has both parents and his sister is studying in our city.

Revenge is actually very simple.

But the consequences were serious. Wang Tiezhu looked ordinary, just an ordinary farmer.

But he felt that he had an organization in his hands that could kill people without them knowing.

I can kill his whole family, and the consequence is that he will take crazy revenge. "

Yu Lei said speechlessly: "Grandpa, can't you find someone else to do it?

Wang Tiezhu didn’t know that you were the one who sent someone to do it.”

Yu Zhensheng shook his head slightly: "I'm afraid that he will retaliate without asking any questions.

Sometimes, when a loved one dies, you go crazy.”

Yu Lei said in a resentful tone: "My arms and legs were broken, am I just going to endure it like this?"

Yu Zhensheng shook his head: "You have to create opportunities, such as finding a scumbag to pursue his sister, or you can find a liar to deceive his sister.

He cheated people out of money and sex and then recorded a short video on the bed.

Spread it out.

Let her commit suicide!

Wang Tiezhu wanted to take revenge, but he didn’t know who to turn to.”

Yu Lei's eyes lit up when he heard this: "Old people are always wise, this method is amazing, Grandpa, do you know anyone who can do this?"

Yu Zhensheng narrowed his eyes and said, "I know there is a professional fraud organization called the Fraud Sect, which makes a living by fraud. Don't talk about a young girl who is ignorant of the world.

Even an experienced old man would be fooled.

I just need to spread the news that Wang Cuicui's family is very rich, and they will naturally take action.

And Wang Tiezhu wouldn’t suspect us.”