C382 280 Each of Them Has Their Own Abilities(1)
C382 280 Each of Them Has Their Own Abilities(1)
He stayed on the roof of an apartment for two days and finally found the most suitable location.
But damn it, the opponent's window was always tightly shut. Even during the day, he did not open the curtains, so he did not know where to start.
He even thought of sending a bomb express delivery to the door, but because the risk was too great, he rejected it.
Holding the telescope, he carefully stared at the window a kilometer away. He could only wait until the next day.
Thinking of this, he began to carefully look at other places.
King knew that many people had accepted this mission. Every one of them was a top assassin in the world. He had to succeed before they did, and also hide his hiding place well.
It was common for people in the same industry to be enemies, and it was common for them to do evil.
Every assassin on the list was an invisible rich man. There were countless nameless bank cards under his name. Some of them were purely for the thrill of killing, King was the same.
His wealth was enough for him to live a carefree life, but he still liked the thrill of pulling the trigger. Seeing the shocked expression of the target before he died made him very satisfied.
Suddenly, he saw a black shadow through the telescope.
Two o'clock in front of him.
He was alarmed and quickly focused. Only then did he see clearly. He waved at Fangzheng with a smile!
Not good, his position had been exposed.
Just as he was about to put down his glasses and leave.
Whoosh!
A bullet pierced through the air and passed through his glasses.
"Bang!"
King's head exploded like a watermelon.
He even maintained his lying position with a sniper rifle beside him.
"Report, hit!"
"Find someone to clean it up!"
Zhang Qiubai said expressionlessly.
He had already killed three tonight. Adding the ones he had killed two days ago, he had already killed ten.
However, he had received news that there were a total of twenty assassins, and ten of them were hiding somewhere that they hadn't discovered.
The Cloud Peak's residential area had already gone through a carpet search. They were afraid that these people would bury explosives.
Don't think that they wouldn't dare to do these things. These were all villains who sold their souls to Satan for money.
Zhong Shan was a programmer. As usual, he returned to the community after work.
He was a little tired and didn't know that there was a stranger behind him. He just thought that he was the owner of the Cloud Peak.
"Hey, brother, can you help me swipe my card? I forgot to bring my card!"
The man who came revealed a shy smile. He looked innocent and charming, and in an instant, Zhong Shan had a good impression of him.
Zhong Shan originally had the idea of helping others, so he nodded and said, "Come in."
"Thank you!!"
The man thanked him and naturally walked side by side with Zhong Shan. "It's a good thing I ran into you. Otherwise, I wouldn't even be able to enter the neighborhood."
"Haha, it was nothing."
Zhong Shan smiled and waved his hand. This was the good thing about Cloud Peak. The security of the residential area was very strict. No one would be able to enter without security.
Zhong Shan was in a good mood as he didn't expect to do anything good next night.
"By the way, brother, which building do you live in? I just moved in two days ago and I don't know anyone. I think you're quite enthusiastic. Why don't we exchange contact information and make friends?"
The man took out his phone very naturally and wanted to add Zhong Shan's WeChat.
Zhong Shan didn't think too much about it. It was normal for the owners in the neighborhood to add each other as friends. Furthermore, after chatting with the man for a while, his senses were pretty good. "I live in Building Eight. How about you?"
"Oh, what a coincidence. I live in Building Eight too."
The man slapped his thigh. "Why else would you look so familiar? You must have seen it somewhere before."
"Haha, fate!"
Zhong Shan saw that he lived in the same building as him, and the wariness in his heart instantly relaxed. "Let's go home together. I live on the tenth floor. Which floor do you live on?"
Tenth floor?
A glint flashed in the man's eyes. "I live on the top floor!"
"The top floor is good. I even want to buy a loft!" As Zhong Shan spoke, he used the access card to open the door.
Very quickly, the elevator reached the tenth floor. "I'll be going back first. If there's anything, I'll contact you through WeChat!"
As Zhong Shan walked out of the elevator, the man waved his hand enthusiastically. The moment the elevator closed, a hand stretched out from the middle and quietly walked out of the elevator.
Just as Zhong Shan opened the door and was about to change his shoes, he heard someone call his name behind him. Before he could turn around, his vision darkened and he fainted.
After dragging Zhong Shan into the room, the man unhurriedly took off his clothes and put them on himself. He put on his glasses and backpack, took off his access card, and pinched his face in the mirror.
A horrifying scene happened. His face gradually turned into Zhong Shan's.
Then, he combed it in the middle and looked at himself in the mirror that looked 80% similar to Zhong Shan. He couldn't help but smile.
He was called Han Le, known as the Thousand Face Demon Monarch.
Han Le pushed open the door unhurriedly and went downstairs. Along the way, he met the patrolling security guards. Clearly, the security guards also knew Zhong Shan and even greeted him with a smile.
He smiled and nodded in response.
Soon, he arrived at the 10th building. He took out an iron wire from his pocket, inserted it into the plug, and pulled it out.