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Just as he took a step forward, his movements abruptly stopped, and his gaze instantly became sharp. His cold gaze was filled with killing intent as he scanned the entire cabin through the curly black hair.
Someone had come in.
He had been living a life of licking blood on the edge of a blade all year round. This made him extremely vigilant and gave him an extremely strong sixth sense.
This was his personal domain, and the two people he kicked out of earlier definitely didn't have the guts to come back.
Who was it?
He glanced around and saw a few empty bottles on the ground that were moving a few centimeters to the left. He squinted his eyes. "They are probably not from the same group. Otherwise, they wouldn't be so stupid."
A faint sound of breathing could be heard from the cargo hold, accompanied by a faint, almost undetectable smell of blood.
Tom stepped over and put a hand on his waist. There was a sharp dagger lying there. If the other party made any unusual movements, a corpse would be lying there in 0.01 seconds.
He slowly walked closer. Borrowing the weak light, he lowered his head and could vaguely make out a very small outline.
A child?
And judging from his appearance, he should not be more than five years old.
Could it be the child of a stowaway who accidentally ran up here?
Tom frowned, relaxed for a moment, put away his dagger, and kicked the sleeping man.
"Hey!" Little devil! Get up! How long do you want to stay here? Get the hell out of here! "
He kicked at the child in the blanket, but the child showed no reaction.
What was going on?
"Still not going?"
He bent down and reached for the child.
Just as he reached out his hand, the child, who had been sleeping in the darkness, suddenly opened his eyes.
It was a pair of extremely dark and cold eyes, as if the ink had been knocked over, so dark that it seemed limitless, shining with a cold light that did not belong to his age.
With just a single glance, Tom, who had been through hundreds of battles and had several lives in his hands, was shocked and frightened.
After a few seconds, he finally reacted and silently spurned himself in his heart.
What the hell was this?
He was just a man in his early thirties, how could he be afraid of a child?
Although he thought this in his heart, when he spoke again, his voice was still softer.
"You're awake? Wake up and get out of here. This is my territory, don't come in here anymore. "
The five-year-old boy frowned, feeling a sharp pain at the back of his head.
He scanned the surroundings and found that this was a place he did not recognize at all. The air was thick with the smell of alcohol and moisture.
Even though he was unfamiliar with everything around him, there was no trace of panic in the child's eyes. The color in his eyes deepened, making him appear terrifyingly calm.
"What is this place?"
The moment he opened his mouth, Tom felt that something was wrong. Wasn't this tone a little too strange?
It was like a question from an adult. If it was an ordinary child, he would have already run out crying from fear.
Tom looked him up and down. The assassin's sixth sense made him not treat him like an ordinary child, but instead said seriously, "This is a stealer, and we are on the high seas now. What? Don't you know? "
After saying that, the boy's eyes flashed with surprise. However, in less than a second, he regained his composure.
He even stood up and sized up the surroundings with an overly calm gaze, analyzing the surroundings as he asked, "What time is it now?"
A wave of dissatisfaction rose in Tom's heart. If anyone else dared to speak to him in such a commanding tone, they would have already been beaten to the ground by him.
However, facing the child in front of him, he replied, "12 o'clock at noon."
The little boy finally turned his head and looked at him. He said lightly, "It's only noon and you've already started drinking. Be careful not to lose control of the board when you shoot."
Hearing this, Tom opened his eyes wide and quickly retreated half a step. His muscles tensed up and he became extremely vigilant.
What's the matter with this child?
The first time I met him, I could already tell his identity.
Tom narrowed his eyes slightly, and they became sharper.
"Who are you?"
The boy did not answer and even took a step forward and said, "You are Tom. Hanks? "
Tom's pupils suddenly constricted, and a trace of fear emerged from the bottom of his heart. Facing a five year old child, he was actually afraid …
"Just who are you?"
The little boy still did not answer but continued, "I saw your wanted poster yesterday. The director of the State Department in Country A, the wealthy businessman Donny in Country B and Lance who carried out terrorist attacks in the whole country a few years ago, they all died in your hands. "
"The internationally renowned assassin, Tom Doe, Hanks, the police suspected you five years ago, but they never found evidence. Just a few days ago, when you were assassinating a corrupt official, you were accidentally seen by the official's child and left behind a piece of evidence. The police immediately set out to arrest you. "
"Why would an assassin who had always been cautious and never left a trace on his work be so stupid as to leave behind a clue?" "If you hadn't been soft-hearted and let go of that witness, you wouldn't have ended up like this right now."
Tom smiled wryly.
He knew nothing about the child in front of him, yet the child was able to tell him everything that had happened.
Although most of the things he said were information that could be found online, this was only a five-year-old child. Shouldn't a child of this age just play games all day? Why do you even know how to read these online?
However, this time, it was indeed because of the official's child.
When he was making his move, the other party had accidentally noticed him. In the end, he didn't complete the order and was instead discovered by the police. They had no choice but to escape during the night.
He helplessly opened his mouth and said, "I never kill women or children."
Perhaps it was because the child's eyes were too innocent that his heart softened?
As an assassin, this was an emotion he absolutely could not have.
That child at that time was about the same age as this child. Why was there such a huge difference?
If it was the child in front of her, she wouldn't have been soft-hearted by then, right?
No, if it had been this child, he would have been caught on the spot.
Just as he was thinking, the little boys continued, "Do you want to leave your current life? "He is no longer running around and running away. Every day, he must be worried, and whether or not he will be discovered."
Hearing this, Tom's interest was piqued. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "What are you trying to say?"
The little boy said in an extremely calm voice, "Cooperate with me. I can get you out of the killer's life forever, without fear, without the worry that the international police will find you. "