The mess left by the ancestors

Chapter 16 Zhu Qing
As you all know, I received two missions. The first mission was to assassinate a group president. The boss is 28 years old and just took over his father's position.

I have been following him for a day. After the boss left the house in the morning, he went to the company.

I used the binoculars on the opposite building to see that he hit a woman shortly after he arrived at the office, and when he wanted to force it, the woman pushed the boss away, and then the boss started beating the woman.

The power of a woman is not equal to that of a man. Just one punch and the woman falls down and cannot get up. Facing the woman who can’t get up, the boss still doesn’t stop and keeps kicking the woman’s stomach until the boss is tired. sit down.

Then the bodyguard came in and dragged the woman away.

Then, another woman appeared in the office. Obviously, this woman is very familiar with the taste of the boss, and she started to tease him with ease.

During lunch time, the boss came to a restaurant. In a big box, the moment the waiter served the food and opened the door, I saw him sitting directly opposite the door.

After waiting for a long time, the waiter did not come out. According to the serving speed of other boxes in this restaurant, it will basically not exceed 1 minute. I don’t know why the waiter took so long to serve the food. It took so long for the manager to come to ask and wait. She serves, the next dish.

The manager walked to the door of the box and was stopped by the bodyguard at the door. The manager stood at the door and heard the voice inside, and immediately stopped all words and actions like petrochemicals.

Until the sound disappeared and the door opened, the waiter's face was covered with bruises, blood was still bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and he came out with disheveled clothes, blood on his clothes and skirts.

The bodyguard took the girl and the manager to an empty storage room.

I'm really tired of watching this kind of drama, and when I think that I have to follow this person for a period of time, plan a detailed assassination plan, and ensure that every link is correct, my head gets dizzy.

I have been thinking in my heart that I should kill this person today!
The easiest way is to directly poison the food in the restaurant, just destroy the monitoring equipment.

Look at that storage room. If a person dies in a restaurant, there may be a lot of unnecessary troubles. I am most afraid of troubles. Forget it and change places!

The boss went back to the company after dinner, stayed until night, answered a phone call and went to a bar.

Originally, several people were in the box. The glass of the box is a one-way mirror, so you can see the dance floor outside, but people outside can't see inside.

It happened that there were a few beauties dancing on the dance floor, and they immediately attracted a few people in the box. The boss' bodyguard wanted to follow, but was reprimanded by the boss, and obediently stood by the side.

The boss took two glasses of wine and wanted to invite one of the beauties to drink, but he never took his eyes off the beauties, and the beauties knew what kind of guy this person was, so they kept pushing and half-going.

I went to the bar next to the boss and asked for a glass of wine. When I took the wine, I deliberately raised my hand over his glass and threw the poison hidden under my fingernail into the boss's wine.

After a while I heard screams and I left.

I have been very satisfied with this task, extremely efficient, and the most important thing is that I didn't waste my time at all.

However, it seems that the liaison person is not very satisfied, and has scolded me for a long time. If it wasn't for the fact that the liaison person had been my instructor, I wouldn't want to listen to him nagging all the time.

After this task, I rested for two and a half years. This kind of life is quite comfortable. The organization of the rest time is still paid. At least I don’t have to worry about food and clothing every month.

In this way, I eat and sleep every day, and occasionally go to the gym. I am also a professional killer, and I still need to maintain my basic physical fitness and figure.

Finally I received my second assassination target, a 50-year-old male reporter.

After receiving the task in the morning, I rushed to the target's home.

At the gate of the residential area where the male reporter lived, a woman knelt and held up a piece of cardboard with the words "Return my son's life" written on it. There were also many cardboards on the ground next to it, with what happened.

The boy's father got a new family outside and divorced his mother.

After the divorce, she did not pay a penny for tuition and living expenses, never came to see them, and ignored them. For so many years, the mother worked two jobs alone to send the boys to school.

Now the boy graduated and found a job with good pay. At this time, his father was getting old and asked the boy to support him. The boy was very angry and sent his father away.

His father hired a male reporter for an interview, and told the male reporter about his tragedy, but his son ignored him.

The male reporter also went to interview the boy, and in the final news report, the male reporter strongly condemned the boy's behavior of not supporting his father with his own emotions and subjective views.

Because of this article, the public Internet raped the boy, and the boy finally couldn't bear the pressure and committed suicide.

When I arrived at the gate of the target community, I happened to see the target going out for a morning run, and saw the boy's mother kneeling at the gate.

When the boy's mother saw the male reporter coming out and wanted to rush forward, she obviously knelt for too long and had no strength to stand up, and passed out.

When the male reporter saw that she had passed out, he pretended nothing had happened and continued his morning run.

I followed him and saw that he was passing a hillside. There was almost no one on the road. There was a big rock at the bottom of the hillside. The information given to me by the organization contained detailed height and weight. I checked the angle and speed with my eyes.

When the male reporter ran back, I pretended to be a passerby and pushed the male reporter.

The male reporter rolled all the way down the hill, hit his head on a rock, and died on the spot.

I thought that this assassination was very successful, but the contact person seemed to be dissatisfied again, and began to criticize me non-stop, without planning, too casual, careless, etc., let me reflect on it.

What am I reflecting on?

Isn't the target dead?
Everyone thinks that the male reporter accidentally fell to his death. What else needs to be reflected on such a perfect plan?
After this mission ended, the organization didn't give me a job for half a year.

It's true that it's good to eat, drink, drink, and not do any work, but I also have to think about my retirement life.

According to the workload of only one job in two and a half years, after I retire, if I live that kind of fairy life, wouldn't I spend my pension soon?

How can that be? The order volume of the organization is too weak. I must help the organization to promote and promote the order volume.

So, I collected information on many rich and powerful people, and I was about to come to each door to promote the murderous organization I am proud of.

Suddenly received a notice asking me to be a bodyguard?
I asked about the treatment of the bodyguards, and it was not bad. If they were treated like this all the time, they would be able to live a fairy life for a long time after retirement.

In this way, I gladly accepted such a task, and being a little girl's bodyguard is really not tiring at all.

(End of this chapter)