"'O' was really killed by a newcomer?" Thor asked in disbelief.
He actually knows ‘o’’s agent.
'o''s agent smiled bitterly and said: "Yes, this newly minted guy is called Yoshimura Notaro. His previous files were blank and there was no information about him at the headquarters. He poisoned 'o' with a mysterious laxative.
Already."
‘O’’s manager added: “This guy made ‘O’ die a very humiliating death.”
Thor's face was very ugly. He had always regarded 'o' as his biggest opponent, but he didn't expect that 'o' would be killed by an unknown guy.
"This is the only portrait of Yoshimura Notaro that I can find."
‘O’’s agent handed Thor a handmade portrait.
"Is this him Yoshimura Notaro?"
Thor was stunned for a moment. The guy in the photo was wearing a purple suit and was dressed very coquettishly. Thor recognized at a glance that he had fought with Notaro Yoshimura on the night he killed Hua Di.
"Do you know Notaro Yoshimura?" 'o''s agent asked strangely.
"I met him once. This guy is very despicable." Of course Thor will not forget that the bastard Notaro Yoshimura shot himself with an AK47.
‘o’’s manager shrugged and said, “Don’t you know that the killer world now has a nickname for Yoshimura Notaro, the despicable poisoner?”
Yoshimura Notaro did not kill 'o' based on his true ability, and he was about to take away the 100 million bounty. Naturally, many people were unconvinced.
And at this time,
The 'despicable poisoner' Mr. Notaro Yoshimura is registering his new killer ID.
‘Jing Ke stabs the King of Qin’, ‘Riding a pig on the highway’, ‘Uchiha’s Madara’, ‘Tenengpu’.
E Lao and Liang Qiqi looked at the new ID name registered by Notaro Yoshimura with strange expressions.
What is in this guy’s head? None of the ID names he gave can be understood.
E Lao's new agent ID is called Diao Lao.
Liang Qiqi also registered an agent ID for herself: Coward.
"Why does the killer agent account need to be bound to a killer account to log in?" Liang Qiqi asked E Lao strangely.
"Of course, what is a killer agent without a killer? A killer agent must have at least one killer attached to his name." E Lao nodded.
Liang Qiqi looked at Notaro Yoshimura with a smile.
"Let's bind you to 'riding a pig on the highway'!" Notaro Yoshimura said generously.
"No! I want to bind it to 'Jing Ke Assassinates the King of Qin'." Liang Qiqi refused decisively. Although she knew that the guy behind this ID was Yoshimura Notaro, the name 'Riding a Pig on the Highway' was really too vulgar.
"Yoshimura Notaro, how can you keep up with the number of killer accounts you have registered? If you fail to complete six missions every year, your account will be banned by the guild." Elao reminded.
Yoshimura Notaro stared at Gagao with a death gaze.
'Damn short boy, didn't I tell you earlier? It costs 10,000 US dollars to register a killer ID. No wonder it's so easy to register successfully. The killer guild is really making a lot of money.'
"Coward, help me take the order to kill myself." Yoshimura Notaro said to Liang Qiqi.
"OK!"
Liang Qiqi enthusiastically started taking the first order in her career as an agent.
"It's done!" Liang Qiqi said excitedly.
E Lao reminded again: "If you accept the task issued by the guild and fail to complete it, the guild will demote you from the rank of agent or killer."
Yoshimura Notaro and Liang Qiqi stare into death together.
"Dad, can you finish what you said in one go!" Liang Qiqi said angrily. The first deal in her career as a killer agent was just like this.
"Lyon, there is a good order. Do you want me to take it for you? Although the bounty is not much, after completing the task, I guarantee that you will be famous throughout France." Lyon's agent encouraged.
He has always believed that Lyon was the best killer, but Lyon was too dull and low-key, which led to his lack of reputation. Even many local French killers had never heard of such an old guy in his forties or fifties.
"No, I just want to make money." Leon said calmly.
He has long passed the age of chasing fame.
The agent nodded in disappointment. He had worked with Leon for many years and knew that Leon just wanted to get a large pension and quit the killer circle.
"Yoshimura Notaro holds a huge unclaimed bounty in his hand, if!" the agent deliberately prolonged his voice.
"Yoshimura Notaro?" Leon frowned.
The name Yoshimura Notaro has been very prominent in the killer circle recently. Of course Leon has heard of this newcomer in the same industry. It is said that he made 100 million in one order.
Of course, the killer's guild will deduct 20% of the commission, and the agent will also take part of the cooperation share. The killer himself will not get a hundred million, but it is already a huge sum of money.
"Thank you!" Leon rejected the agent's 'kindness' and walked out of the restaurant holding his favorite green potted plant.
Lyon rarely places orders from Asians. He may be a little blind.
Leon always feels that every Asian looks pretty much the same, and if you try to recruit Asians, it's easy to kill the wrong person.
He didn't notice any difference between the two Asians passing by him just now. They were almost the same height, almost the same skin color, and almost the same serious expression.
At this time, the entire French underground organization was searching for the two glowing golden eggs of Yoshimura Notaro and E Lao, which caused many Asians who were not tall enough to suffer.
"Boss, we only look for short Asians, is there something wrong with that?" a nigger asked the white boss.
"What's the problem? Do you dare to doubt the big boss's order?" the white foreman cursed.
"No, what if that Yoshimura Notaro is very tall? Then we didn't miss it," the nigger said smartly.
"Snapped!"
The white foreman slapped the nigger on his hair.
"If you are stupid, you should speak less and don't let others see it. The information shows that Yoshimura Notaro is Japanese. How tall can a Japanese be?" the white foreman said very wittily.
The nigger didn't know if he understood, but he still nodded vigorously as if he understood. This made the white foreman feel very accomplished, until he found that his palms were sticky.
"Ah! You idiot, how long has it been since you washed your hair?" The white foreman wiped the sticky stains on his hands on the nigger's clothes.
"Tell Boss, I have my hair washed every month." The nigger said proudly.
Paris police station.
"Everyone, please keep an eye out for Asians who have recently entered the country."
It seems that not only underground organizations, but also criminal police officers want a piece of the pie.
