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I clearly remembered that he looked at me in shock, and then when he looked at the car that came quickly, the shock on his face became extremely strong fear. He died, died in the snowy night of Moscow in the rush of car. The red and warm blood penetrates through pure white snow, like a flowering flower blooming in the snowy night. The weather was obviously cold, but my chest was full of a sense of hotness. That is excitement, satisfaction, and desire for murder. Ivan's life stayed in that night forever, and my life, because of him, embarked on a path that he never thought of. I became a professional killer. For more than two decades, I have been traveled to the darkness of various countries, watching my assassination target, and then killing it with one blow. The thrill of deprivation of life makes me feel extremely satisfied. I have never lost my hands, and because of this, my reputation is getting bigger and bigger in the dark side. However, no one has never known what my real identity is, and I have never leaked any information about my people. Because I have a special rule, I never take the initiative to choose who to kill, and I will only let my attorney leave a envelope in the cafe at the 47th coffee shop on Sunday after the afternoon of Sunday afternoon. The envelope contains the photos and personal information of the assassination object, and I will pursue my assassination object with the information in the envelope, and then take away his life. I don't want to choose my assassination target, no matter who I have been selected from many enlightened seals, I would like to assassinate it. Because of killing me, it is enjoyment and art. But this time, when I opened the envelope, my hand still stagnated slightly. The envelope is equipped with thick information and a photo. I took out the photo, and the photo was a girl with long hair. 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She is still beautiful as in the photo, even more moving than that photo. It is difficult for me to imagine what kind of talents will entrust me to kill such a young girl, but this is nothing to do with me. Don't worry, don't rush to start. I chew my gum and rely on the coolness of mint to suppress my inner excitement. I can no longer stop imagining how she will die in my hands, I can only keep suppressing myself, and then keep saying to myself in my heart: Calm calm, don't worry, wait until the time is ripe ... I can personally make my own hands. Kill her. I spit gum into the trash can aside and took a step forward. At that moment, an inexplicable cold hit my whole body, making me shivering. A instinctual intuition told me that the crisis was hidden around me. I seem to be able to smell the dignity and tension in the air, and look around carefully. Everyone is looking at me with surprised eyes. 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I can imagine that the police must publicize my identity to everyone. Everyone knows that I am a famous killer in the dark side of the world. Once the most famous but no one knows the identity, it was exposed to the eyes of the public little by little. The strong frustration made me even a little desperate. I am no longer qualified to say that I am a killer, and a killer who knows the identity by everyone has no chance to assassinate anyone. The desperation of the impact of my heart made me even not noticing that a middle -aged woman suddenly rushed out, and then she grabbed my arm and refused to let go. In China, what kind of country is this, even a woman such an ordinary woman in this country has the courage to challenge a killer. I desperately broke away for a long time, but couldn't break free, the woman stared at her eyes and drank something at me constantly. At that moment, I even coincided with her face with the dead face of Ivan. Is this my retribution of my killer killer? I have no time to think about it, but I only know that the police behind me grabbed my wrist. When I made me, something was broken. As a killer's life, it seems to be in the mysterious and powerful place in China. When Xiao Zhang watched his colleagues bringing a blonde foreigner, he frowned slightly. Foreigners seemed a little low, and kept whispering something, and his face was full of negative and frustrating emotions. Xiao Zhang looked at his colleagues and asked softly, "What did he commit?" The colleague also answered softly, Xiao Zhang listened to his answer, opened his eyes slightly, and then a sarcasm sneered appeared on his face. Opening his notebook, he recorded the crime of the blonde foreign man in the notebook like death. "On July 1, 2019, the spit gum was not reasonably classified by the garbage and violated the regulations on the management of domestic garbage in Shanghai. According to regulations, a fine of 200 yuan was judged and the personal credit report was entered." "This group of foreigners is really ignorant. "Xiao Zhang shook his head," The chewing gum looks wet, but it is dry garbage. Alas, a little better, no more things. " Seeing that we came, I wanted to run. If it wasn't for Aunt Zhang to take the shot, I wouldn't know where to run him to throw garbage. "

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