Huicheng.

This is a city that is very similar to Jiang to some extent, but is completely different to a certain extent.

It is also unpredictable and unpredictable for those living in this city. Just as there are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand readers, if someone randomly selects a thousand people from the streets of Huicheng and asks them about the posture of the city they see, the answer may be different.

Huicheng is a quagmire.

People will not notice at first, just like frogs in warm water. However, when they come to their senses, they are often deeply trapped in it and cannot extricate themselves, even if they do their best to get rid of the curse left to them by the city.

Huicheng is an ogre.

Some people work diligently, not seeking success but seeking to avoid trouble. But this city will not let anyone go easily. It chooses people to eat and eats them all, and at the same time it looks well-dressed, like a gentleman with grace.

Huicheng is a city full of gold and opportunities.

For some people it is.

For example, Fur** Whiteman is a member of the killer organization "Black Sun".

The helicopter landed on an empty apron as if riding a hurricane. Fergame walked out along the gangway, and the hem of the windbreaker was undulating like a cloak in the hurricane rolled up by the propeller.

He took out the ringing phone from his shirt pocket and clicked the switch button.

"It's me, the poisonous bee." He said in a relaxed tone, "Yes, I'm in Huicheng and I just got off the plane. According to the deposit of 40 million yuan, I will give it to you after the matter is completed... Don't worry, sir, you can completely believe in our reputation of "Black Sun".

After saying this, he waited for a few more seconds, then picked up his phone and looked at the screen, confirming the receipt.

He pulled the corner of his mouth.

This is why he and his colleagues love Huicheng.

For those of them who make wealth by taking human lives, this is the best choice. There are the most generous funders here, and the industry provides the most orders every year.

This is Huicheng, people die every day. What’s even more terrifying is that people are used to it.

Fur** is very satisfied with the efficiency of his employer: "Don't worry, sir, you just ordered the most reliable service on this planet. I promise you that he is already a dead person."

When he hung up the phone, the helicopter's engine had just stopped. Another man was walking out of the cabin. He was big and thick and strong, and his suit and lining could not hide the exaggerated muscles below.

The strong man's name is Hege, Fur**'s partner and younger brother.

Landing at half past five, completing the task before eight, and leaving the city before eight, because there is something else to do at night. Their schedule is very full.

"Relax, Heg, this will be a very easy task." Fur** said casually as he walked, "this is why I always tell you that this city is great, because you rarely get such excellent value for money elsewhere..."

Speaking of this, his pupils shrank, and his whole body almost instinctively went to the side. The black dart swept across the side of his cheek with a sound of breaking through the air, leaving a shallow blood mark on his face.

A bat-shaped dart.

It flew over to Furga's cheek and nailed to the outside of the helicopter cabin in the rear.

Fu**'s eyes quickly locked in the direction of the dart attack and saw the guy who was so brave that he dared to sneak attack them.

A girl.

The reason why she was called a girl was actually seen from her thin body and the mountain, but her figure was slightly green. Her whole body was wrapped tightly in a black uniform, and her small head was stuffed into a bat hood with pointed ears.

A golden bat was painted on her chest, and her cloak was flying behind her with the air waves on the tarmac.

Fu** narrowed his eyes and looked at this special uninvited guest carefully.

"Ha, a bat."

As a member of the world's best-class killer organization, Black Sun, Furga naturally has heard of the recent rise of this craze.

It seems that it was a craze started by a group of disguised madmen in Jiangdu. Recently, similar freaks have begun to appear in many cities. A group of people are wearing masks or cloaks, dressed up like Halloween, thinking they are doing the chivalrous and righteous, but they are just clowns.

The Black Riders have always been disdainful of these lunatics. They believe that some of the guys wearing masks may be relatively capable of fighting, but that's all. Those freaks can only fry fish among the unorganized and skilled minions on the street.

But they are different. They are the world's best killers and real professionals. When Fu** was joking in the organization last week, he said that those lunatics who dress like insects and animals should not meet themselves, otherwise he would definitely make those guys regret being born to their mother in this life.

Unexpectedly, I just finished saying this and actually met today.

"Tsk, is he actually a little girl?"

Fu** hummed coldly, as if he felt a little bored.

He felt that he could see through the other person's origin at a glance. A little girl who had learned some martial arts in the Youth Palace - perhaps it was indeed a little talented - just won a few teenage fighting awards and began to expand.

Then she was influenced by some crazy people in the news, and after she was dressed in such a strange outfit, she ran to the streets overestimated her abilities and got involved in some things that were far beyond her ability.

"They really should restrict young people from going online and see what they are like by the current Internet."

Fu** muttered, picked up his arm and didn't intend to take action.

"She's yours, Hager."

The strong man named Hege stretched his fingers and his knuckles were pulled to the point of crackling.

"You are lucky. I don't like to hit little girls." Hege said coldly, "So you still have time to run now."

But obviously he had not realized the seriousness of the problem at this time.

The "little girl" standing in front of them at this moment is named Cassandra Cain, the third generation of Batwoman, the first fighting person from a world where the masters travel everywhere.

She didn't even pose for a fighting stance, she just poked a palm out of her small cloak and made a seductive gesture to the other party, as if provoking.

Hege felt insulted.

"Okay, this is what you asked for."

Hege made a move, strode forward, and punched Batwoman with one punch.

Although he was contemptuous, his moves were not vague at all. His footwork, standing and moves were both professional. In terms of basic skills, even the first-class boxers on the field could not do better.

He is naturally powerful and is good at perfectly integrating his physical ability into moves. In his early years, he was cruel and smashed the enemy's heads with bare hands many times. He was also a representative of fierceness in the killer industry. He was once named "Bronze Hammer Hand".

Until later, he was rescued by Fu Zhao when he was dying during a mission, and since then he was willing to become the younger brother of the poisonous bee Fu Zhao Zhao, and has been working together for many years.

It was only after becoming a younger brother that Hege clearly realized that he was actually more suitable to be a thug than a killer. His other qualities as a killer were average, only his natural power and extraordinary talent in boxing. If he hadn't been born, he might have chosen to compete for the glory of a martial arts master on the arena instead of doing shameful life.

Fur** held his arms and stood aside with a playful look.

As a killer, Heg may be just the middle and upper reaches, but as a thug, he is definitely a rare powerful general. There are very few people who can beat him in the organization.

He didn't know who the crazy girl dressed as a bat was, but he didn't plan to kill her. Hege would give her a hard lesson, tell her what the difference between this little kung fu she and a real master, and tell her how the little three-legged cat kung fu she learned in the teenage palace was worthless in front of top powerhouses.

In this way, she would realize that this crazy and willful behavior would only kill her, and she might honestly put away her ridiculous outfit and the idea of ​​being a middle school student, and go back to study well.

Bang.

Just like a truck that was slammed by someone on the brakes, Heg's rushing stopped. He took a heavy punch on his right cheek, his mouth tilted under the huge impact, and a mouthful of old blood wrapped in a broken tooth flew out.

The bat girl stood calmly, poking her arm out of under her cloak, maintaining a casual and over-the-top punching posture, and her posture was almost sarcastic.

F**:?

No, what happened just now?
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