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1. Chapter 1 The well-dressed executioner 1

It was night, covering the entire charming city.

The neon lights are no longer brilliant, the wind is blowing fiercely, and the cold is biting.

The whole city was silent.

In this boundless coldness and silence, on the rooftop of a sixty-story building, a black figure stood in the wind like a ghost.

The brim of the hat was deliberately lowered to cover half of his face. His breath was cold and motionless.

"The action begins."

A voice without warmth suddenly came from the black earring on the delicate earlobe.

Le Sang, who had been waiting for three hours, finally had a cold smile on his lips.

Take one step forward and leap forward.

The strong gravity on the ground immediately caused her body to fall rapidly.

Moreover, since there was no safety rope or other protective measures on his body, he fell extremely fast.

The sound of hunting wind roared in his ears, and Le Sang calculated the speed of his fall based on his own weight.

In just a moment, he fell directly from the rooftop of the 60th floor to the 13th floor.

With a wave of Su's hand, her sharp claws firmly grasped the balcony on the thirteenth floor in an instant.

Her breath didn't change at all. In the deep darkness of the night, she turned over and dived directly from the balcony.

Light or heavy sounds of movement came from the bedroom. In the thick night, Le Sang's eyes were as bright as the only shining star under the dark sky.

I saw a flash of bloodthirsty smile among them.

This is the time when people are most defenseless.

She couldn't remember how many missions the organization had assigned her. She only knew that she was bound to win this assassination.

The footsteps moved towards the bedroom slowly, Le Sang didn't make any movement, not even the sound of breathing could be heard.

On the contrary, in the bedroom, the intertwined sounds became more and more unbridled, making people feel goosebumps all over their bodies.

The door was opened quietly, and the curtains were drawn tightly. The room was so dark that it was difficult to see anything clearly.

Le Sang closed his eyes coldly, listened to the sound, and moved towards the bed step by step.

In this case, her hearing is often better than her vision.

The bed seemed to be shaking violently, and the passionate singing show showed no intention of stopping.

Le Sang has very good ears, and based on this sound, she clearly identified the location of the two of them.

Her pace suddenly quickened, she walked to the bed with her eyes closed, raised her foot and stepped hard on the bed.

The black high-heeled leather boots stepped firmly on the bed, but the touch from the soles of his feet made Le Sang's expression suddenly change.

She quickly opened her eyes and looked down. Unexpectedly, the curtains were opened, and the dim moonlight shone in. At this moment, under her feet, she was stepping on an improved hardcover tape recorder.

Secretly screaming in his heart, Le Sang jerked his foot back——

But before he could turn around, a sharp cold light flashed in front of his eyes.

Instantly, a cold weapon passed across her heart, and the creepy touch made her eyes suddenly widen.

He turned over and half-knelt on the ground.

Le Sang stretched out her hand to cover her chest, and the hot blood quickly wet her entire palm.

The breath of death gradually spread.

His face suddenly became distorted, and he glanced sideways. Le Sang angrily shouted at the wireless earphones on his earlobes: "What on earth is going on?"

If we hadn't already observed the target, how could something like this happen?
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