At two o'clock in the morning, Yan Fenghuo walked into an apartment building and took the elevator straight to an apartment on the 36th floor.
Standing in front of the apartment, Yan Fenghuo turned his head and glanced at the surveillance equipment in the corridor. He turned and walked towards the apartment next door. He took out a piece of wire and opened the door of the house, turned on the light and walked straight in.
There was a young couple on the bed. They opened their eyes drowsily and were shocked when they saw someone suddenly barging in.
"Shhh..." Yan Fenghuo put his index finger on his mouth to make a shushing gesture and said, "I am a national security agent and will investigate you."
The sleepy young couple was stunned and seemed to have not yet reacted.
"Do you know what you have committed?" Yan Fenghuo stretched out a finger and said: "There is an international killer living next door to you, and you have provided convenience for the killer. Based on this alone, I can investigate you.
There is reason to suspect that you are an accomplice of the killer, or a couple pretending to be together to hide the identity of the killer."
The young couple, lying naked on the bed and covering their bodies with quilts, hugged each other tightly, with frightened eyes showing. What they were afraid of was not the crime of harboring the killer, but the tough man in front of them.
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This man has a strong back and a strong back. Although he speaks in a pleasant tone, there is a fierce look in his eyes.
"Don't hurt us, we will cooperate..."
"Shh..." Yan Fenghuo made a shushing gesture again, stood at the door and gently closed his eyes and waited.
He is listening, listening to the movement at the door, listening to the movement from the next room, so he needs absolute silence.
After about five minutes, Yan Fenghuo smiled with satisfaction, waved to the young couple and said: "You must pay attention to safety when you are happy, and you must take medicine regularly even if you don't wear a condom. Goodbye."
After saying that, Yan Fenghuo opened the door and walked out, looking at the young couple at a loss.
As a killer, no disturbance can escape his ears, let alone unreasonable movements. The killer who lives next door knows everything about the people living around him. He knows that there is a pair of white-collar workers in the company next door. At night,
He also made a humming sound, but just now he heard the sound of the door opening and closing next door.
This was not normal, so he got up immediately, carried his bag and left.
The killer's door was closed. Yan Fenghuo easily opened the door to the empty room, touched the switch on the wall, and pulled it off with force. He casually tore off a piece of plaster-like material inside and threw it into the trash can.
This is a bomb. If you turn on the light, electric current will pass through the bomb instantly and detonate by electric ignition. Although it is only a small piece of plaster, the power of the explosion will definitely blow a person to pieces.
Under the light, the killer's house was orderly, even extremely clean, and everything was placed in a certain order.
There is a stack of newspapers, with circles drawn on each newspaper. Not only that, there is also a special password paper, which can be used to quickly find the required information from an irrelevant advertisement column in the newspaper.
Apart from this, there is nothing else of value in the room.
Taking the newspaper, Yan Fenghuo strode towards the elevator with a confident smile on his face.
The elevator door sounded an alarm, the yellow light flashed desperately, and the door would not close even if it was closed back and forth.
Yan Fenghuo took a deep breath and caught a breath from the air that would only be produced when a person falls asleep. This breath was completely produced by metabolism and was emitted through the pores and respiratory tract.
Entering the elevator, he pushed the elevator door hard, and the two coins stuck inside fell out. The malfunctioning elevator re-closed and dropped straight to the first floor.
After walking out of the apartment building, Yan Fenghuo took a deep breath of fresh air and stood in the dark corner of the building door waiting.
About five minutes later, a man carrying a canvas bag and wearing a pullover sportswear came out. He had a strong aura on his body, which was exactly the same as the aura caught at the elevator entrance.
"Where are we going? Do you need a guide?" Yan Fenghuo made a voice and walked out of the dark corner.
Hearing the sound, the man stood there without moving, still facing Yan Fenghuo. He was discovered from behind. If he turned around without permission, he might be killed the moment he turned around.
"Move quickly." The man made a voice, his blue eyes narrowing slightly.
"NO," Yan Fenghuo stretched out a finger and waved: "It's not that I moved quickly, but that you took yourself too seriously. After the assassination failed, you should choose to run away immediately instead of staying here.
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The killer shrugged his shoulders, noncommittal.
It's not that he didn't know that he needed to run away after the assassination failed, but the mission was not completed, so he couldn't leave. This is professional ethics and professional ethics. The killer relies on this to make a living, and other bottom lines can be broken, but this bottom line cannot be broken.
"I can't figure it out, how did you escape?" Yan Fenghuo asked curiously.
As soon as he said this, he heard the sound of grenade shrapnel exploding, a black thing was thrown to the ground along the killer's cuff, and Gululu rolled to his feet.
Grenade!
Yan Fenghuo was shocked and immediately threw himself to the ground to avoid the grenade that was about to explode.
A pistol equipped with a silencer was pointed at Yan Fenghuo's head. The killer showed his European and American cheeks and chuckled: "That's how I ran away. When Fangya thought I was jumping off the building, in fact that was my real escape."
So, when you think I threw a grenade to blow you up, in fact it was just a delicate prop. Chinese people, you are too stupid, as stupid as pigs."
At this moment, a slipper came over and hit the killer accurately on the back of the head. A fierce voice came: "You damn foreign devil, how dare you say that the Chinese are stupid? I will crush you to death, old man!"
The one who yelled and cursed turned out to be the old man who was the night gatekeeper of the building. He ran over with a broom and swung it at the killer with a ferocity that was unimaginable to others.
This was an unexpected change. The killer was hit on the head, and his body naturally reacted, causing his attention to shift. Although the muzzle of the gun in his hand was still locked on Yan Fenghuo, it hindered what he could accomplish with his own cleverness.
Absolute control.
"Whoa! Whoa!"
A small, sharp sound of breaking wind suddenly sounded. Two coins hit the killer's wrist accurately, and the pistol fell to the ground. At the same time, the old man's broom landed on the killer's head, extremely powerful.
A look of pain appeared on the killer's face, and the bones in his right wrist holding the gun seemed to be broken, and he was shaking uncontrollably in pain.
A black leg shadow came through the air and struck the killer hard on the cheek, knocking him to the ground instantly.
"Hit! Beat! Beat this damn foreign devil to death. He calls the Chinese stupid. He doesn't even look at what you look like. Beat you to death, foreign devil. Beat you to death, foreign devil!..."
The old man kept cursing and hit the foreign Japanese who fell to the ground with his broom one after another.
Shocked by the toughness of the old gatekeeper, Yan Fenghuo hurriedly stepped forward and pulled the old man away: "Uncle, just leave it to me. You can calm down the fire and have a cigarette."
The old man hit the killer in the face with his broom again, and then returned to his duty room angrily.
The killer lying on the ground was in terrible shape, with blood marks all over his head and face. However, he didn't have much consciousness for the time being, because Yan Fenghuo's kick just hit the main artery in his neck, and he fell into a semi-conscious state.
Yan Fenghuo knelt down, reached out and pinched the killer's neck, causing him to become completely unconscious. Then he found all the weapons in his body, put it on his shoulders and walked towards a small hotel.
In the room, the killer was stripped naked, his hands and feet were tied to a chair, and a basin of cold water was poured from his head to his feet.
Being hit by the cold water, the killer shuddered and woke up. He opened his eyes and saw Yan Fenghuo sitting in front of him, playing with a sniper rifle.
"What do you want?" the killer asked.
"Your gun is good," Yan Fenghuo, who was playing with the sniper rifle, said without raising his head: "Most of the parts are polished by hand. It must have taken a lot of effort, right? By the way, which killer organization are you from?
Are all your organizations equipped with such good guns? Why don't you introduce me to the profession? I also want to try the killer profession."
The killer said nothing and lowered his eyes.
"Are you not convinced?" Yan Fenghuo smiled and said: "I know you are not convinced. If a little accident hadn't happened, you would have eaten me to death, right? But the accident did happen, and you can't blame me for it.
.By the way, what do you think I will use to deal with you? How about I give you fairness?"
The killer slowly raised his head, stared at Yan Fenghuo and said: "How about we make a deal? I can help you kill the person you want to kill most, and I can also pay you a lot of money. The content of the transaction is my safety, you have to
Let me go, it's very simple."
"What if I don't let go?" Yan Fenghuo asked.
"No, you will let it go." The killer said with confidence: "You want to protect the target, and I want to kill the target. The order has been taken, if I die, there will still be a killer to assassinate me. Even if you kill
One thousand, ten thousand, there will still be killers to complete the list. Reputation, as a killer, you pay special attention to credibility."
"What if I don't kill you?" Yan Fenghuo frowned.
"The order is mine, and I can postpone it indefinitely." The killer said easily: "Although my reputation will be damaged to a certain extent, I am not the kind of person who is stubborn after all. Compared with life, reputation is worthless.
Isn’t that what it is?”
The killer showed no fear on his face. He was facing the unknown Yan Fenghuo. If he was facing Fang, he might not dare to do this.
"There is a bullet in the gun, let's rock paper scissors!" Yan Fenghuo picked up the pistol, took off the magazine in front of the opponent, took out a bullet and installed it.
"Rock, paper, scissors?" the killer asked doubtfully.
"Rock beats scissors, scissors beats paper, and paper beats rock. It's a traditional little game that tests logic very well." Yan Fenghuo smiled and said, "I'll give you a chance. Don't think I'm unfair. Say something.
To be honest, I am a very democratic person and a spokesperson for equality."
The killer stared at the gun in Yan Fenghuo's hand, frowned and thought for a while, then nodded slightly.
Seeing the other party nodding, Yan Fenghuo quickly took out his saber and cut the rope on the killer's right hand, signaling him to start.
“Rock, paper, scissors!”
Following the shout, Yan Fenghuo stretched out a stone, while the killer stretched out his palm, which was cloth.
"Sorry, according to your rules, cloth is better than stone, you lose." The killer smiled.
Yan Fenghuo also laughed, put his pistol to the killer's head and said, "According to my rules, whoever wins gets a bullet. This is the winner's welfare."
With the cold barrel of the gun pressed against his head, the killer's face changed color. He wanted to scold Yan Fenghuo for being shameless, but Reality did not say whether he would take this bullet if he won or if he lost.
With a "pop" sound, a gunshot rang out, and the bullet flew past the killer's ear and penetrated into the floor.
"I am very kind and will give you another chance." Yan Fenghuo blew the barrel of his gun and continued magnanimously: "When your mission is not completed within a certain time limit, you will lose this mission, and there will still be killers in front of you.
Come and assassinate. You don’t have the authority to delay, so you just deceived me. If you continue to deceive me, the next bullet will blow your head off. I don’t like threatening people, because that is incompetent.
Performance. Tell me, for your killer organization, how can you cancel this mission?"
When he said this, Yan Fenghuo's face was full of murderous intent. He must solve this unexpected incident and let the killer organization cancel the mission. Otherwise, the killers will swarm in like locusts to maintain the organization's credibility.