The most famous killer in the world, his name is Ren Yong.
He is famous not because he has never failed, but because he has never succeeded. He has planned ninety-nine assassinations and all ended in failure.
He claims to be an expert in homemade guns and bombs. And every time he goes on a mission with a homemade pistol and bomb, either the gun doesn't go off or he grabs the explosive chamber and is chased by the target's bodyguards. But when he uses a bomb, he doesn't.
If the bomb doesn't explode, it will explode prematurely and injure himself. Every time he comes back, he will be scarred. This has also become a joke in the dark world. However, his determination to become the best killer in the world is not admirable.
A taxi slowly stopped in front of the Hilton Hotel in New York, USA. The doorman opened the door respectfully and got out of the car. A Chinese man about 30 years old got out of the car, with messy hair and a big face.
He wore flat glasses, a wrinkled cheap suit, and the leather shoes on his feet were covered in dust.
He is Ren Yong, the most famous killer in the world.
He stood firmly on the ground, looked around, and then strode into the world-famous Hilton Hotel with his head raised and chest raised.
"Miss, I'm staying at the hotel."
"Excuse me! Do you have a reservation?" Pure Chinese uttered from the mouth of this beautiful and sexy front desk clerk.
"Yes, room 1211." After speaking, he took out his ID from his bag and handed it to the waiter.
After quickly registering, the waiter took the elevator to Room 11 on the 12th floor. "Sir, I hope you enjoy your stay here." After the waiter said that, he exited the room.
His target this time was a third-rate American female star who broke up with her boyfriend because she met a rich man. So her ex-boyfriend was angry and hired a hitman to assassinate her. Since the commission was very small, no one took over, but he was lucky enough to receive the job.
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"I hope I can succeed this time." After saying that, he stood up resolutely, opened the door and looked around to see if there was anyone. Then he walked out of the room and came to room 1212 opposite, which was the room where the target was staying this time.
He took out two wires, one thick and one thin, from his pocket and inserted them into the keyhole. 1.2.3 opened the lock with a click, quickly opened the door, walked into the room, closed the door, leaned against the door and let out a soft breath.
He walked to the bed and lay down on the ground, lifted up the bed, looked under the bed and smiled. He sat on the ground and took out a round thing from his pocket with two copper wires on it, and then took off the electronic watch from his hand.
Open the cover and connect the two copper wires to the electronic watch. Place it gently under the bed and stand up to see if there are any loopholes. Then quickly walk out of the room and close the door.
"Haha...successful."
Before the joyful smile disappeared from his face, there was just a bang. The bomb shattered the door. The air wave of the explosion pushed him more than three meters away. The cheap suit he was wearing was blown into strips and his hair was exploded.
The flames scorch.
Just a few minutes after the explosion, there was a burst of chaotic footsteps at the end of the corridor. The sound of police sirens came from far and near, and the sound of rapid brakes came from time to time. Other tenants on the 12th floor also walked out of the room to see what happened.
Well, there was chaos in the corridor.
"Get out of the way, I'm the hotel security guard."
Several security guards squeezed in to take a look at the unlucky man. The leader squatted down to check his breathing and said, "It's okay. He's still alive. Call an ambulance. One of the security guards took out his cell phone and called the emergency number."
At this time, there was another sound of footsteps in the corridor. "I am a police officer." A middle-aged police officer in his forties took out his ID card. "What's going on?" the middle-aged respectful officer asked. "I don't know why.
There was an explosion," a security guard replied.
"The doctor is here, a voice came over."
"Everyone please give in and let us be doctors."
The crowd moved out of the way to allow several doctors to come over. The leading doctor asked the nurse to put the injured person on a stretcher and trotted all the way to the elevator. He pressed the button and soon reached the lobby on the first floor and walked out of the door. The cold wind blew outside.
The patient woke up and stared straight at the Hilton Hotel where he failed his hundredth mission, with tears of hypocrisy shed in his eyes.