Outside the back door of the Marriott Hotel, Changsheng's black sports car was parked in front of the door.

On the driver's main seat, her good partner asked her smile, "Is it solved?" and said, opening the car door for Changsheng.

Changsheng got into the car and sat down, raised his eyebrows, and spoke with a lazy smile, "Are you doubting my ability?"

The man smiled again after hearing this, and then breathed a sigh of relief for the inauspicious ones.

With the low sound of the engine, a black sports car drove out of the quiet road like a Tathagata.

Changsheng leaned comfortably on the back of the chair, took out his mobile phone, turned on the QQ to read, and looked through the text he had been following.

At this time, she was completely harmless, like an ordinary student.

Who said that a killer must be cruel and ruthless?

Changsheng is the killer who is sometimes hot and enchanting, sometimes light as water, sometimes like an ordinary little girl, smiling and playing tricks.

Only her mission goal can occasionally be fortunate to see the red and enchanting rose, a cold and hard thorn above the scorching red rose. Outside the mission, she is just an ordinary girl who is no different from ordinary people.

An elegant and soft voice said inadvertently, "It's so strange. When I saw that person, I felt familiar."

Hearing Changsheng's words, the man driving suddenly stepped on the brakes, "What did you say?"

Changsheng didn't understand why he had such a big reaction, "What's wrong with you?"

The man turned his head to look at Changsheng, but it was only a moment before his eyes turned, turned his head and started the car again.

Just when Changsheng was confused, the scenery outside the car window moved back quickly, but the route was different from the original plan.

Changsheng looked back at the man driving, "Where are you going?"

The man said nothing, still looking ahead, and the car was very fast.

When Changsheng was in doubt gradually arose, he suddenly braked and the car finally stopped.

At this time, Changsheng realized that something was strange but not yet reflected, and without warning, there was a "bang".

The sound she was most familiar with in her life, the gunshots.

But this time, the bullet passed through his body.

In an instant, Changsheng saw the warm blood gushing out from his chest.

She couldn't understand why this happened.

Changsheng turned his head and looked at the man still held a gun in his hand. She used all her strength to spit out three words.

"Why……"

The man put down his gun, his eyes filled with sadness, and he reached out to caress Changsheng's fair cheeks.

"sorry."

The man's hands covered Changsheng's clear eyes looking at him.

He was afraid that when he saw the woman who only trusted him, his eyes were full of doubts and reluctance.

The man's voice was low, "Changsheng, do you still remember the killer's principles we recited when we joined the organization."

At this time, Changsheng continued to flow with the blood in his chest, gathering the only trace of strength left in his body.

In a blink of an eye.

A stream of light from the fingertips stroked the man's arm.

The first killer guideline: We will never have friends, we have only people who can use it.

Changsheng was as angry as a gossip and said softly, "Then you... still remember... remember the last one..."

The man looked at the faint and shallow scar on his arm in disbelief. After a moment, he leaned on the back of the chair as if he was relieved.
Chapter completed!