"Who are you?" Yan Murong held the soft sword in his hand and looked at the killer in front of him warily.
This killer is a black man. In such a dark environment, it would be difficult for anyone to spot him unless he showed his white teeth.
"Introduce yourself. My name is Bertas." Bertas said with bared teeth. "I am a killer."
"I can tell." Yan Murong nodded. "Tell me what you want."
"Hey, of course I'm going to kill you." Bertas chuckled. "I told you, I'm a killer. Of course, killers get paid to kill people."
"Take my life." Yan Murong smacked his lips and discussed with sincerity. "Can you return someone else? I only have one life. If I give it to you, I will have none."
"What about her?" Bertas raised the gun in his hand and pointed it at Su Qingwu's neck. "You only have one life. So, guess how many lives she will have."
"Bang-----"
The moment Yan Murong's eyes shifted to Su Qingwu, Bertas suddenly turned the gun.
The fire flashed and the bullet went straight towards Yan Murong.
"bite."
The perception of danger made Yan Murong suddenly sweep the soft sword in his hand at the moment Bertas fired.
The bullet was struck by the soft sword, making a crisp sound. The huge force shook Yan Murong's sword-holding hand until it hurt.
Between the flash of lightning and flint, life and death passed by.
"Oh. It's blocked."
Bertas's face flashed with surprise at Yan Murong's ability to block bullets with his soft sword.
"Not bad. Not bad." Bertas suddenly laughed. The gun was pointed at Su Qingwu again. "Chinese Kung Fu is indeed very powerful."
sharp.
Yan Murong smiled bitterly in his heart.
The shot just now came so suddenly. It was too late for him to hide. He could only swing his sword subconsciously - fortunately, the goddess of fate chose to be on his side. That sword just hit the bullet. Go up. But the huge force made his hand feel numb.
The male protagonist in The Matrix faced so many bullets on the rooftop. The figure just swayed on the spot and dodged. However, Yan Murong did not have that ability. He was also made of flesh. Bullets would bleed if they hit his body.
"Let's talk about the terms." Yan Murong was wary in his heart, but with a smile on his face, he looked at Bertas and said, "Look, you are a killer. You kill people, of course, to make money, right? -----Look. Otherwise, how much money you can get this time. I will give you double."
"This offer makes me very excited." Bertas grinned. Suddenly, the conversation changed and he said, "However, I think you may not know much about our industry - we are in it for money. Killing people. But we also have professional ethics."
"For example, this woman in my hand." Bertas pointed at Su Qingwu and said, "I only received money to kill one person. So, I will not kill her."
"Then let her go." Yan Murong said.
"Okay. Take your life in exchange." Bertas said. "Just because I won't kill her doesn't mean I won't hurt her. I think you don't want to see her hurt."
"Three times the price." Yan Murong proposed the condition again.
"Are you insulting the dignity of a killer?" Bertas sneered. "You are still delaying time. Haha. If you want to delay time, then I'm sorry. No one will come here. Don't expect the police to come to help. you."
"Four times."
"You Chinese people know how to use money to hit people."
"Damn, are you done yet?" Yan Murong said angrily. "I've given you four times the price. What else do you want? It doesn't matter if you are dark, but your heart is so dark ----- said. How much do you want."
"It seems we really can't reach an agreement." Bertas shook his head with regret. Suddenly, the muzzle of the gun was pressed against Su Qingwu's arm.
"Bang-----ah-----"
First there was a gunshot. Then there was Su Qingwu's painful cry.
Yes. Bertas fired. He shot Su Qingwu's arm. The bullet did not penetrate the flesh. Instead, it scratched along the skin, leaving a deep blood mark.
"I'm not going to give you any money." Yan Murong's eyes instantly turned extremely cold, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "You're right. I shouldn't use money to insult your dignity as a killer-- ---However, I am indeed stalling for time."
Hearing Yan Murong's words, the smile on Bertas' face froze. He suddenly felt an icy chill on his back. Before he could speak, he pulled Su Qingwu. His body instinctively fell to the side. At the same time, a gunshot rang out. .A bullet flew past his ear and hit a tree trunk in the distance. It made a muffled "pop" sound.
Berta suddenly broke into a cold sweat. If his years of career as a killer hadn't made him extremely sensitive to danger, the bullet just now wouldn't have hit his ear. Instead, it would have hit the back of his head directly, and then passed between his eyebrows. Get out.
This is a master. Bertas thought to himself the moment he fell to the ground sideways. Otherwise, there would be too few people who could approach behind him without him noticing anything.
Yan Murong moved. The moment Bertas pulled Su Qingwu to the ground, he moved. His body appeared in front of Bertas instantly like a black phantom. He swung his soft sword, bringing with it bursts of destruction. Kong's scream struck Bertas' hand that was holding Su Qingwu.
Bertas was shocked. He didn't have time to shoot. He quickly let go of his hand and rolled back.
Yan Murong's sword missed. At the same time, a series of bullets also shot out flowers on the ground. Forced, Bertas could only roll around on the ground until he rolled backwards behind a tree. Then he temporarily escaped. Danger.
"Who is it? Who is shooting?" Bertas yelled loudly while hiding behind a tree, but the fear in his tone was clearly evident.
He is thirty-three years old this year. He has been a killer for nineteen years since he was discriminated against and killed the first person because of his skin color when he was fourteen years old.
In the past nineteen years, he has killed countless people. Although he has encountered various dangers, he is confident that he can escape. But now, he has no idea.
Nineteen years of killing made him enter the 50th place in the world's killer rankings a few days ago. But he didn't expect that the mysterious gunman he met tonight would actually make him so embarrassed. And he would be in such a state of embarrassment. The confidence to escape successfully was gone.
"Giggle." A burst of laughter came from the darkness in the distance. Then, three bullets hit the tree where he was hiding.
"Bertas. Nicknamed the Little Gun King. He just entered the 50th place in the world's killer rankings this year and can't wait to come out to take business. -----Tsk, tsk, tsk. The little gun king. His skill with guns is also amazing. Not so good."
As the words fell, the figure of the little snake walked out of the darkness, holding a pistol in his hand. The muzzle of the gun was pointed at the big tree where Bertas was hiding.
"Don't you want to know who I am?" The little snake smiled sweetly. "Come out. As long as you come out, I will tell you who I am."