The year 2000 is the year of Thousand Years of Joy. The winter in the Northeast is dry and cold. If you are a southerner who first arrived in the Northeast, you will feel the cold that penetrates your bones and makes your heart tremble.
Shenyang, on the evening of December 29th in the lunar calendar, today is New Year’s Eve. The north wind blows snowflakes and makes people’s faces hurt. The cold weather does not stop people from taking to the streets to revel. The World Trade Center in the Financial Shangmao Development Zone in Shenyang City On the roof of the building, a man with a ghostly mask stood on the edge of the roof. His long hair was flying with the howling north wind. His slightly squinted eyes shone with a cold light. The murderous aura exuding from his body made your heart skip a beat. Just like this city exposed in winter, covered with a layer of ice and snow.
"Are you Guishou? A majestic yet clear voice sounded from behind Guishou."
Hey... The ghost leader let out a long sigh: "You have been tracking me for three years and you don't even know who I am. It's really pitiful."
"Humph... I'm not pitiful and you don't need to worry about it. I'm a policeman and I will arrest anyone who commits a crime."
"But you can't catch me. It's been three years. If I hadn't deliberately lured you here, would you have been able to catch me?"
"I know you brought me here. I'm not that stupid. You brought me here and you're not afraid of me arresting you?"
Haha..."The problem is you can't catch me."
"Then why did you bring me here? You are demonstrating against our police, right?"
The corner of Guishou's mouth hidden under the mask moved slightly, and his eyes were full of smiles: "You are really smart. If all you police officers were like you, I don't think I would be standing here now."
"Sigh... You policemen have disappointed me very much. Since you have no way to arrest him, let me help you sentence him to death. He has been hiding abroad for three years and today he finally appeared."
At 11:50, a group of people walked out of the World Trade Center International Hotel.
"Boss, are you okay? I'll take you back." The speaker was a man in his thirties, about 1.8 inches tall, with a round waist, short hair, and a long scar on his face.
The boss smelled of alcohol and said nonchalantly: "It's okay, I didn't drink too much."
"But there are many enemies looking for you. Especially the ghost leader, he seems to have never left here."
"It doesn't matter. Have you seen the foreigner behind you?"
"I saw it, who is he?"
"He is the third-ranked killer in the world. I don't know his name. I only know that he is "Chasing Soul." If you are chased by him, you will be sentenced to death and no one can escape. I once I did him a small favor, and he owed me a favor. The road has not been peaceful for a while, so I asked him to help me deal with our enemies and protect me at the same time." After saying this, he laughed twice proudly.
The ghost leader stood on the top of the building. When he saw them coming out, the murderous aura in his body instantly filled the surroundings. His eyes narrowed slightly, and the cold light flashed away, and he said coldly: "They are coming out, beauties, we are destined to meet again."
"Stop, there was a sharp shout from behind. If you move, I will shoot you."
The ghost leader laughed loudly and jumped down with the laughter. The beautiful policeman took a few steps to the edge of the building and looked down. She saw a black shadow falling rapidly downwards. She stamped her feet twice and ran back. .
The boss led a group of subordinates to the car. A younger brother opened the car door diligently. The boss waved to his subordinates and entered the car. A murderous aura spread around him. Zhuihun quickly took out his pistol and shot out his eyes. Staring ahead with a ray of cold light.
Ka. Ka. Ka. The whistling north wind couldn't hide the sound of leather boots hitting the ground. Every step seemed to step on everyone's hearts, making people breathless. The person wearing a mask with a grimace was standing ten meters away from everyone.
He stopped a few steps away.
"Who are you?" the boss asked sternly as he got out of the car.
"Ghost Head", a hoarse voice filled with vicissitudes of life rang out. The boss and all his subordinates turned pale when they heard the word "Ghost Head".
"Are you the Ghost Leader?" a voice with a strange accent asked.
"Yes" is a simple answer.
"You are the one who is chasing Black Tiger Zhao? You alone want to kill so many of us? And we all have guns, but you have nothing."
"Ghost Head" looked at the foreigner who spoke coldly. He did not speak, but turned around slowly. While turning around, his hands moved slightly and a dozen cold lights flashed away.
"Idiot, who said that only guns can kill people? I really don't know how you, who is ranked third in the world, got here." The figure gradually disappeared into the dark night. At this time, only a dozen people were seen covering their throats with both hands.
But the blood slowly flowed out along the fingers. A dozen pairs of desperate eyes stared at the night sky. With the sound of the body falling to the ground, the New Year's bell rang, ushering in the arrival of the New Year.
People shouted and celebrated with joy, but they fell into darkness with the sound of joy.