kingnovel Chapter 627 The Killer Suicides
Chapter 627 The Killer Suicides
Chapter 627 The Killer Suicides
Now I finally understand the old lady’s methods, simple and brutal!
He actually pushed people into the traffic.
But it must be said that this simple method is surprisingly effective.
An old lady was walking on the street and she pushed a professional killer to death without a single scratch on her body.
It's like going out for a walk, so casual, and then leaving slowly.
Killing has become a part of daily life.
sunset.
As the sky darkened, Ye Changqing stood beside the car and watched a video Liu Mengcai had sent him, which showed Jia Wenwan murdering someone.
The scene of that old figure pacing and slowly leaving.
As ordinary as the scenes we often see in life.
Ye Changqing was shocked because he knew that the old lady had just killed someone.
Only now did he realize that each of the five killers he had taken over was a talent.
He turned off his phone and fell into deep thought.
The Wen family's affairs have not been dealt with yet, and he is not planning to leave, but where to live is a problem.
He walked under the cab and looked inside through the open door.
The driver and Liu Zaicheng were chatting animatedly, completely unaware that they had just experienced a life-or-death struggle. There was a bed behind the seats, which was where long-distance drivers slept.
His eyes lit up, and he said to the two boasting people, "Hey, you two go find a hotel to sleep in."
He decided to sleep in the car.
He made his own bait to lure people from the Wen family.
In this market, resolve all conflicts with the Wen family.
Liu Zaicheng looked at Ye Changqing standing under the car with doubt: "Aren't we going together?"
Ye Changqing shook his head: "I want to sleep in the car. It's more comfortable to sleep in the car."
Liu Zaicheng turned to the driver and said, "You go to the hotel and book a room. We'll stay in the car. I'll pay you for the use of the car on a daily basis."
He made money from selling ginger and felt more confident in what he said.
This moment was completely different from the time when he was haggling over hiring a vehicle.
The driver saw that the two people had something going on. They had sold all the ginger, but they continued to pay to hire his car. It was too obvious.
But he didn't point it out: "Okay, I'll go to the hotel and get a room first. You have my phone number. Feel free to call me when you leave."
He had been to Liujiazhuang, where many people grew ginger. He knew that Liu had opened up the market in the city, so he would definitely go back to harvest ginger.
He has a long-term vision.
Liu Zaicheng waved his hand, then turned over and sat in the driver's seat, and said to Ye Changqing: "Come up, there are two rows of seats on the passenger seat, you can enjoy two seats by yourself."
Ye Changqing shook his head slightly. He realized that Liu Zaicheng had no idea what he was thinking, so he just said, "It's dangerous here. Go to the hotel."
Liu Zaicheng smiled and said, "I know."
Know? Ye Changqing frowned and said, "You know, but why don't you leave?"
Liu Zaicheng smiled and said, "You are in danger because of me. I can't leave you alone. Wouldn't that make me worse than an animal?"
Ye Changqing was stunned when he heard this. It turned out that Liu Zaicheng knew everything, and was willing to stay with him even though he knew it was dangerous.
Inexplicably, I felt touched: "That's very well said. Don't say it next time. It's too corny."
As he spoke, he grabbed the handle and got into the car. He sat in the spacious passenger seat and watched the sky gradually darken outside the car window.
I wondered if a killer would appear tonight.
Suburbs.
In a villa overlooking the river.
The floor was a mess: torn pajamas, bras with torn shoulder straps, and a pair of white panties. Two shoes were lying on the edge of the sofa, and the other one was at the door. Two people were lying on the sofa.
One male and one female.
The two men lay on their backs, gasping with their mouths open, like two fish that had come ashore, breathing in deep gulps of oxygen.
The woman drew circles on the man's chest with a white and tender finger: "You must be tired."
Lao Jin panted and said, "I'm tired, so tired. When I was young, I felt like I could keep going for two hours.
When you get older, every hardship feels like it costs half your life.
It feels like there’s not enough oxygen.”
The woman smiled and said, "That's why you need my company even more. Do it more while you can."
Lao Jin nodded: "I still want to live a few more days, you go first, I will contact you in a few days."
The woman pouted, picked up the tattered clothes on the ground, put them on, and walked in front of Lao Jin and turned around. Lao Jin looked at her with a dry mouth. The torn clothes, vaguely snow-white, were simply too tempting: "You are really a little goblin."
The woman put on another piece of clothing, handed a glass of water to Lao Jin, then waved goodbye and left.
Lao Jin drank the water in one gulp, put down the cup, picked up the mobile phone on the table, opened it and took a look.
With just one glance, he sat up suddenly.
There was a message on the phone: "Mission failed, Lao Dao is dead!"
Lao Dao went to hunt down the killer in the accident building.
How could he die?
The killer in the accident building is in the open, while Lao Dao is hiding in the dark.
The killers in the Accidental Building are all good-for-nothing grassroots people who have been forced into a dead end by life. They have no assassination skills, no fighting skills, no firearms skills, and they don't even have firearms.
Lao Dao is a true master of assassination. He has excellent fighting skills, superb knife skills, and more than ten years of assassination experience. Killing people is as easy as mowing the grass.
How could he die?
This news shocked him more than a nuclear bomb explosion.
After searching through his phone, he found a number and called: "Hey, drunkard, what's going on? Why did Lao Dao die?"
A deep male voice came from the phone: "Lao Dao was hit by a car."
Hit by a car?
When Lao Jin heard this, he almost thought he had misheard: "How did he get hit by a car?"
The drunkard was unsure: “I don’t know, there are no surveillance cameras on that section of road.
The driver said that he was driving when he suddenly heard a loud noise. He was so scared that he quickly stopped the car and got out to check, only to find that he had hit someone.
The driver said that there was no one on the road and Lao Dao was just walking on the side of the road.
I don't know why he suddenly appeared in front of the car.
He suspected that Lao Dao wanted to commit suicide."
suicide?
It's ridiculous.
Lao Dao is a killer, he only knows how to kill.
Lao Jin said with some dismay, "Drunkard, do you think this is a valid reason?
How could Lao Dao commit suicide? He likes eating meat, likes aunts, and likes to pry into people's privacy. He has so many hobbies.
How could he commit suicide?"
The drunk sighed and said, "I asked someone to check the car's dashcam, and it turned out that the person walking with Lao Dao was an old lady.
When the car arrived, the old lady lost her sight and Lao Dao was hit to death.
A few seconds later, the old lady appeared again, and she seemed to be deaf and did not hear the sound of the car accident on the road.
Walking slowly along the roadside.
There is absolutely no way she could have committed murder!
There is only one conclusion to the conclusion: Lao Dao committed suicide.
Although I don't believe it, the information from the scene all points to one conclusion: he committed suicide!
Lao Jin was so angry that he cursed: "Fuck you, how much fake wine have you drunk to say such things.
The killer himself!
What kind of fucking logic is that! "
When the drunkard heard his leader getting angry, he was so scared that he didn't dare to say anything and just listened on the phone.
Lao Jin cursed a few times, venting his anger, and started to talk about business:
Let's not talk about this anymore. The man is already dead, so there's no point in saying anything. Now send in the second killer.
We have money, equipment, expertise and experience.
The killers in the accidental building are either security guards or migrant workers, delivery men or plumbers, all of them are a bunch of grassroots.
When they are put together, they form a makeshift team.
Killing them is as easy as killing chickens!"
The drunkard asked cautiously, "Boss, which killer do you want to send?"