dark night

blood red moon

There was a big hole on his left shoulder and a hideous stab wound on his leg. He sat down with his back against an old tree, holding a gun in his left hand and a three-edged military thorn in his right hand, with a sad smile on his lips.

As a killer, the price for not completing the mission is death. And he not only failed to complete the mission, his behavior at this moment should be regarded as betrayal.

He betrayed his organization and blew up the organization's headquarters. He killed seven of the thirteen super killers and forty-one of the sixty-two first-level killers in the organization.

Of course, as a price, he ended up where he is now.

Do you regret it?

Some regrets, but maybe this is fate.

He killed countless men, women, and children, and never survived under his gunpoint.

But I happened to meet her.

He didn't regret letting her go, he just regretted that he shouldn't have accepted that mission and met her. In this way, maybe she wouldn't have entered this dark world.

In the distant horizon, the helicopter's propeller rotated and made a "buzzing" sound. Almost the moment the sound came, the lamppost also enveloped it.

This is his last performance, it belongs to him alone, with only the old tree behind him in the background.

Footsteps sounded slowly, coming from all directions.

He couldn't hide and was too lazy to hide.

There is still one bullet in the gun and it can kill one more person.

He still has a bullet.

He took out another bullet from the compartment of his shoe and put it into the magazine. This was his lucky bullet and the only bullet that had ever hit him. He repaired it and kept it with him.

, firmly believing that this would bring him good luck. He once thought that if one day he was in a desperate situation, he would use this bullet to commit suicide so that he could complete its unfinished mission.

"I didn't expect that you would actually be of use to me one day..."

After the encirclement was completed, more than thirty people walked out of the woods. They were all wearing camouflage military uniforms and goggles, holding guns, and the muzzles of the guns were pointed at his heart and eyebrows.

Instead of shooting him directly, they were probably still waiting for an order.

"Hey, come out. Come and give me a ride." He coughed twice, and a pool of blood fell on the front of his chest.

In fact, the time has come, but he still needs an answer. He wants to take one last look at her, or in other words, he just wants to hear what he has to say to confirm her final outcome.

He knew it was impossible, but if...if she was still alive and they didn't kill him, then maybe she could beg him to spare her life.

If something unexpected happened to her...

Maybe he... can still avenge her.

This is difficult.

But always give it a try.

He kept thinking, guessing what might happen next, and planning how he could respond.

The two gunmen in front made a gap sideways, and a man walked out from behind. He was a bald middle-aged man, about forty to fifty, wearing a black suit and tie.

A bright red tie.

Bald head, black suit, red tie.

The combination of these three represents a legend in the entire underground world, the former king of killers - Inoue Tsukiki

"You have disappointed me, really disappointed." Inoue Yuuki sighed heavily, with a look of regret in his eyes: "I should have taught you a long time ago that a qualified killer should be as cold as a stone.

Yes, the blood is cold. I have seen many geniuses, but they all died on the word love. I thought you were an exception, but you also disappointed me."

"Oh, I'm really sorry, teacher." His tone of "teacher" was extremely contemptuous, and the disdain he revealed was as real as the substance.

"You have pushed the organization to this point by yourself. You should be proud, and I am proud of you. You should know that after me, you will be the successor of this organization. Is it worth it for a woman? Do you regret it?"

"Ha, what a coincidence. I was still thinking about this issue just now." He tilted his head, squinted his eyes, and then said softly: "I regret it... It seems to be a little regretful, but it is definitely not worth it...

"

Inoue Yuuki waited for a few seconds, but when he saw that there was no follow-up, he thought this was his answer. He was very satisfied with this answer, so he nodded, raised his hand, and someone behind him placed a wooden box in his hand.

"I will kill her for you." He opened the lid and tipped it over. A round object fell to the ground. It was a woman's head. It rolled a few times at Inoue Yuehui's feet and stopped: "

I assume this is just a misunderstanding or fate. But no matter what, you have no weakness now. When you come back, you will still be my apprentice and the next controller of the organization, how about that?"

He was still smiling, but his eyes had turned cold, like a cold pool that had lasted ten thousand years, revealing a lifeless will to die.

"I know you are stubborn. But at this moment, as long as you nod, you can live. Otherwise, I know there should be a bullet in your gun."

He nodded, slowly raised his hand, and under Inoue Yuehui's gaze, slowly raised it to his chin.

"I disappoint you," he said.

gunshot

The gun hand dropped.

"BOSS?"

"I'll do it." Inoue Yuehui waved his hand: "Bring me a shovel."

"yes."

After a moment, the shovel was handed to Inoue Yuehui's hand. He walked to the old tree, inserted the shovel into the soil, and removed a shovel of soil: "You are a useless piece of trash."

Before the second shovel fell, a gunshot rang out.

boom!

"You?!" Inoue Yuehui's body stiffened for a moment, her eyes fell on his figure at her feet in disbelief, and then her consciousness went away.

How can it be.....

"Nothing is impossible. Who said you will definitely die if you are shot in the head." He thought as he was not yet dead.

There are two fatal points in the human body, one is the head and the other is the heart. If these two places are shot, not even the Great Luo Immortal can save him.

This was what his firearms teacher taught him the day he touched the gun, and then he found ten people to verify this theory. However, countless missions and countless lives that followed made him discover a special case. The bullets were based on a certain

If it is injected from the lower jaw at an angle, the person will not die immediately, but can still survive for a minute or two.

This was only an interesting discovery for him at the time, but he never thought it would be used here today...

"If I could do it all over again, I wouldn't want to touch a gun again..."

Gunshots rang out intensively, a storm of bullets roared in, and blood blossomed all over his body.
Chapter completed!