"Who are you?"

He asked in a low voice, his voice as sharp as a child's.

"A person who gets paid to do things."

Yang Jia smiled and replied: "Someone gave me money before and asked me to do a job of catching mice."

The person under the quilt was silent for a long time. Suddenly, he suddenly sat up and the dirty quilt slipped off his body. He looked at Yang Jia blankly: "Who is the mouse?"

Xiao Xiao subconsciously took a step back, full of vigilance.

But it was only then that he saw clearly that the person under the quilt was not a monster, but a homeless man who could be seen everywhere. He was thin, with only a slightly bulging belly, slender limbs, and gray skin that had been lacking nutrients for many years.

Brown, with several wine bottles scattered around him, as if because of Yang Jia's sudden visit, he trembled nervously and subconsciously shrank to the corner.

The smile on Yang Jia's face became thicker, as if she carefully looked at the homeless man in front of her, and then nodded lightly.

She opened her shoulder bag, took out a very cold firearm from it, and casually put it into Xiao Xiao's hand, saying: "Kill him."

"Kill him?"

Feeling the cold touch of the gun in his palm, Xiao Xiao was really surprised.

Yang Jia nodded slightly, as if it was just a trivial matter.

Xiao Xiao turned to look at the homeless man who seemed to have heard their conversation and was shrinking towards the corner in fear.

There was still an expression of disbelief on his face, but he suddenly raised the gun, pointed it at the homeless man's chest, and pulled the trigger one after another.

"Bang" "Bang" "Bang" "Bang" "Bang"
Chapter completed!