Nervous, worried, but with flattery and indifferent, all the expressions on his facial features convey a message. As long as he doesn't involve him, it will be fine no matter what the other party wants to do.

Even as he spoke, he made a gesture of invitation, which made the man in front of him look disgusted: "Shut up, we are police!"

"Ah? It's the police... Yes, Mr. Police," Zhang Haoxuan was stunned for a few seconds and nodded again, and he curled up more with his smile. "It's so good to take it, Mr. Police, I just happened to have something I hope you can help. That little ** caused trouble all day and couldn't do anything well, so I want to deal with her. Of course, you also know that if I beat me, the relevant agencies might come to cause trouble for me. I want to ask you to help me. You are watching me beat her by the side. You say I will do whatever you want. If the police testify, they won't..."

"I fucking tell you to shut up!" The other party immediately became impatient, "We are fucking anti-drug police, not fucking nanny! ** Go and call 911 by yourself!"

After saying that, he waved his hand in disgust, turned around and left.

After he went down the stairs, his smile disappeared from Zhang Haoxuan's face. He changed his face so quickly and had good acting skills that he could win an Oscar.

He then walked into the elevator and came to the first floor. After going out, he wandered around the street again and confirmed that no one was following him. In addition, more policemen drove over in police cars, he immediately turned into the apartment and took the elevator to return to the 8th floor.

"No one is here?" Zhang Haoxuan, who had returned to his usual state of being unaware of being unaware, locked the door and asked in the bedroom.

"No...no." The girl who was shocked in the corner replied in a low voice.

"Stay a break, it's safe now." He said, turning over and into the living room.

The girl followed her to the living room, sat down at the square table, staring at him in a daze, and then tears rolled down her beautiful face.

Zhang Haoxuan glanced at her, took out a piece of chocolate from the drawer, and handed it to her: "Eat some of this to make you better."

The girl gently sucked her nose, obediently took it, silently tearing it apart and putting it into her mouth.

Zhang Haoxuan sat down in front of her, his eyelids lowered and could not look at her eyes. He asked for a while, "What's your name?"

"Matilda." The girl replied in a low voice.

There was another silence: "Your father is dead, I'm sorry."

"Even if they didn't kill him, I would do it myself one day!" Matilda said, although her tone was calm, she was obviously resentful in the end.

"Then your mother..." Zhang Haoxuan asked again.

"She is not my mother. My sister only wants to lose weight all day long, but she has never looked good." As she said that, the girl began to suck her nose again and her eyes began to shine. "She is not exactly my own sister. She is my half-sister, and her other half of her bloodline is not very good."

At this point, her mouth was already in sight, and tears couldn't stop rolling out.

"Since that's the case, why are you still crying?" Zhang Haoxuan said...the lines.

"They killed my brother!" she cried, "What did he do? He was only four years old and he never cried. He just liked to sit next to me and hold me...I am more like his mother than that sow!"

At the end of her speech, she almost gritted her teeth.

Zhang Haoxuan listened quietly to her words, occasionally looking up at her, but when he touched the tears, he would quickly lower his head.

"You shouldn't say that, at least pigs can be made into burgers." He said, "and... although they are stinky, they will not bully people at least."

Matilda stopped crying, her eyes softened: "What's your name?"

"I... my name is Zhang Haoxuan," Zhang Haoxuan pinched his hand gently, "You can call me Zhang."

"What a strange name." The girl tilted her head and looked at him without blinking.

Zhang Haoxuan coughed lightly, stood up uncomfortable, took two pistols off his waist, then loaded the bullets, and then placed them on the table on the other side.

"Do you have any other place to go?" he asked with his back to her.

The girl did not answer, and after a while she asked again: "Zhang, what are you doing?"

"Cleaning work." Zhang Haoxuan turned his head and then saw her take her eyes off the two pistols. This should have been the line of the male protagonist Lyon.

"A killer?" she asked again.

"Yes." Zhang Haoxuan replied, and pinched his hands again.

"Cool..." She looked at him, uttered a word gently, and asked again: "Do you kill anyone?"

"...except women and children." He answered this after a while and sat down again. The hand that pinched into a fist and his knuckles turned a little white, which was still Lyon's line.

"How much does it cost to kill a person?" Matilda's eyes flashed with inexplicable light, "Kill those bad guys who... killed my brother."

"Five thousand per person." Zhang Haoxuan replied, his body trembling slightly.

"So, I work for you, you teach me to kill," Matilda said, with a look of expectation, "I can help you clean the room, wash clothes, buy things, and I will do a lot of things."

"Okay." Zhang Haoxuan suddenly stood up, "You encountered a lot of things today. Let's have a sleep and rest. Tomorrow... you must find a place to go."

He walked straight into the inner room without waiting for Matilda to speak, and stopped until he passed the door frame, and then said softly: "Don't think about killing people, killing people... everything will be different."

This is his own words.

It soon became dark, and Zhang Haoxuan prepared a bed for Matilda and watched her fall asleep.

"Thank you, Zhang." Matilda, who had been silent since he refused, watched him say this in a very light voice after lying on the bed.

Zhang Haoxuan nodded slightly, left her bedroom and returned to his own, then lay on his back, staring blankly at the ceiling.

He yelled and turned up from the bed, walked to Matilda's bedroom with big steps without making any sound, and took out his pistol and pointed it at the sleeping girl.

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"You transform into a messenger of justice at night, and you shouldn't blame me for having a double identity." In the luxuriously decorated hall, the tall middle-aged man with a neat beard stood among the crowd and said to the same tall young man.

His eyes were mocking, and he seemed careless, as if everything was under control.

"I saved your life." The young man in a suit said with gritted teeth and reminded.

"I have taught you not to show mercy to your enemies." The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows disapprovingly.

The young man looked at him for a moment, glanced at the guests around him, and finally said, "You are going to deal with me, let these people go."

"Let's explain it to them." The middle-aged man made a gesture of invitation, with a smile on his face, looking like a cat teasing his prey.

The young man took two steps back, took a deep breath, and was about to speak loudly, but a sudden voice came over and interrupted his movements: "I don't understand why you villains always like to talk nonsense with decent people, and then act like you are sure to win, and finally be turned over by decent people?"

As the sound came, an Asian man appeared in front of the two of them with a twisted and mocking smile on his face.

After seeing the woman, the young man's face suddenly changed: "Rachel?!"

"Bruce..." the woman screamed in horror.

"Look, I'm very direct." The Asian man shrugged at this time, and directly pulled the gun at the woman beside him and pulled the trigger.

With a bang, screams rang out in the crowd, and half of Rachel's head was blown away, and the splash of blood and brain matter made more people scream.

With a sad and angry roar, the young man bounced out like a cannonball, hugged the Asian man and knocked over several tables hard, making crackling sounds, and a burst of crazy laughter.－－－－－－－

Huh! Zhang Haoxuan opened his eyes suddenly, his chest was undulating rapidly, his body was covered in cold sweat, his muscles were bulging tightly, and he was still trembling slightly, as if a man-devouring leopard would jump out of the bed at any time, and like a powder barrel, and with just a little spark, it would explode.

He lay on the bed with his eyes wide open for a long time before he gradually relaxed with his slow breathing, and then took a deep breath on the bed until the numbness sensation surged into his heart again.

Finally, Zhang Haoxuan got up from the bed and calmed down his emotions. He slowly walked out of the room, and then he saw Matilda pouring into the bowl full of cereal with milk.

"I... prepared some breakfast." She said a little embarrassedly.

Zhang Haoxuan looked at her for a few seconds, then sat at the table: "We will leave here immediately after breakfast. Yesterday was too risky, and they might come back to investigate at any time."

"Oh..." the girl nodded, and started breakfast with him, and secretly looked at him from time to time.

Afterwards, after a simple cleaning, Zhang Haoxuan took Matilda to the first floor and left the apartment.

They hiked five or six blocks, almost crossing the small Italian district of Lower Manhattan, and found a small hotel near Chinatown.

"My sister's unreliable friend threw her daughter to me for care, so please find me a room that is more reliable inside." He said to the middle-aged man at the front desk with a depressed and impatient look.

The other party silently handed him the key, and then took another form, Zhang Haoxuan gave it to Matilda without even looking at it: "I'll leave it to you, I'll pack up my things, don't write or draw randomly for me."

Although he was wearing a windbreaker, his changeable tone and rich expression were completely different from his usual cold appearance. But as soon as he returned to the room, he instantly returned to his previous cold appearance, and found a corner to sit down and stared silently.

"I wrote the name of one of my most hated students in school. If something happens, she will be responsible." Matilda said as she wrote, with a little smugness in her tone, as if she wanted to take the opportunity to express herself.
Chapter completed!