A hundred flavors of life

Chapter 209 Compromising Smith, Leon Wanting Revenge! (Seek full order)

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Hua Twelve thought of the Brotherhood, and felt more and more that this was the truth, because only in this way could all the doubts be explained.

For example, why did Jane Smith suddenly become so powerful.

No matter what John Smith said, he was once the ace killer of a killer company. Before the husband and wife fought against each other, they each won or lost. Now the wife has seriously injured her husband with three bullets.

This must be joining a fraternity, learning how to stimulate and control adrenaline, and practicing spear throwing.

What's more, there is a reasonable explanation for Jane's seeming brainwashing. It must be because of the destiny loom in the name of God in the textile factory.

This damn worships the loom teacher!
Jane aimed at his husband, probably because the name 'John Smith' appeared on the loom.

Hua Twelfth is a little bit above, Brotherhood, Brotherhood, League of Assassins, Brothers, what about controlling adrenaline, gun fighting skills, and bullets can turn from here.

Who can stand something that Newton's coffin boards can't hold down.

Hua Twelve felt that in his current state, encountering the killer of the fraternity would be a dead end, and he had to quickly restore his skills to the state of "Flying Fox World". Fortunately, he only lacked body memory, so it shouldn't be difficult to recover .

Before his strength recovered, Hua Twelve decided to do it lightly, so as not to let those guys from the Brotherhood discover him.

After his strength recovers, he will sap quietly, don't shoot guns, when the time comes... Hehe, what methods of controlling adrenaline, throwing spears, and the medicated bath of the brotherhood that can quickly heal injuries, he will To get it.

After figuring it out, Hua Twelve washed his face, looked up in the mirror, and saw his real face. He knew that Smith had been completely replaced by him.

And including Jane Smith, everyone who has met John Smith will gradually revise the memory of his appearance in their minds as time goes by.

People who thought he was white at first will gradually remember that he is Asian.

Hua Shishi was a little curious about how the system modified the memories of those people, and how he modified his identity. Immediately, according to Smith's memory, he dug out the ID documents he used before and now from the drawer.

Seeing John Smith's real ID card, the person in the photo was clearly him, and his name changed from John Smith to John Hua.

And the identity that the killer's agent got him was Leon Hua.

Opening the driver's license, Hua Shier found a photo inside. It was a photo of him and his wife, Jane Smith. Jane, in the form of Julie with a big mouth, looked hot and sexy. The two hugged each other. Looks happy.

Thinking of the tragedy of being hunted down by his wife to the point where he can only live in this cheap apartment, and looking at the photos of his love in the past, Hua Twelve couldn't help but sigh:
"Superstition kills people. How nice it is to live a good life. Why do you believe in looms?"

Putting the documents back, Hua Shier found two new clothes prepared by his predecessor to change into, and then opened the refrigerator, wanting to find something to eat to pad his stomach. Deplete power.

As a result, seeing that the refrigerator was full of cartons of milk and hard bread, not even instant noodles, which obviously did not meet the Chinese tastes, Hua Twelve couldn't help but feel depressed for a while.

I wanted to call for takeaway, but in my previous life's memory, I never went out for nothing, and I didn't even have a mobile phone, let alone order takeaway.

He wanted to go out and buy something to eat back, but he suddenly remembered that in the killer rules set by his predecessor, after assassinating a target in the same city, depending on the identity of the target, he had to hide for at least three days, and at most half a year.

Hua Shier felt that he had just finished the case, especially when the target was a gang boss, it would be better for him to calm down a bit.

After warming up a bowl of milk in a microwave oven with peeling paint and soaking hard bread for dinner, Hua Shier practiced his various martial arts skills, boxing, swordsmanship, and light work in an apartment that was only more than ten square meters. Finally, take 'Xueshen Yuchan Wan' to practice Quanzhen internal strength until the next morning.

The next morning, Hua Twelve woke up from the meditation. The whole night's inner strength practice made him very energetic.

Standing up and stretching his muscles and bones, he turned around and looked up at his lower back, and saw that the place where the wine bottle was pierced yesterday was bruised and purple, but the pain inside had disappeared, and he knew it should be 'Xueshen Yuchan Pill' to heal the wound effect.

First stood up and punched, exercised his muscles and bones, and then made a bowl of hot milk to soak bricks. The bricks were dry bread that was hard enough to kill a dog.

Hua Twelve absorbed Smith's memory and also learned how bad his financial situation was at this time. First of all, due to the problem of not being able to reveal his identity, as a killer, he can only accept those who are less rewarding and more dangerous from the killer agent. task.

For example, for an ordinary assassination target, the reward for his head is [-] U.S. dollars, and the head of a boss like yesterday is [-] U.S. dollars.

I have to say how cheap this price is among professional killers.

This has almost fallen to the price of the feet, only those street gangsters are willing to do it, just find a gun or knife or something, and do something without any technical content.

But is the pay really low?
A sarcasm smile appeared on the corner of Hua Twelve's mouth. Not only did he think of this, but even John Smith thought about it. How could it be possible to pay only fifty thousand dollars for the assassination of a gangster who controlled three streets in New York.

If nothing else, the rest of the money should have been swallowed up by the agent, just to bully him as an outsider.

This is not too much. If it is only like this, based on the success rate of Mr. Smith's mission, he will have an income of tens of thousands of dollars a month. It is impossible for a proper middle class to live in such a cheap place.

What's really too much is that the hitman agent, in the name of escrow investment, helped John Smith, who goes by the alias 'Leon', keep his commission, which is insignificant for a professional hitman.

Then the other party is responsible for providing weapons and expenses that can guarantee basic living.

If he disagreed, the other party guaranteed that he would not get business in New York.

Well, although Hua Twelve was very dissatisfied with John Smith's decision to bear the burden of humiliation, facing his wife's pursuit, he could still understand the other party's helpless act of compromising.

After all, when the bank card is being monitored, if he doesn't agree to the broker, then he will have problems eating, and maybe he can't even live in such a simple apartment.

Hua Shishi decided to hide in this apartment for three days to avoid the limelight, and then go to the agent to get back the money that once belonged to John and now belongs to him, move out of this damn cheap apartment, and bid farewell to the kind of money that can be used for self-defense. Hard bread for beating dogs.

If the other party disagrees, hehe, Hua Twelve believes that the other party will definitely agree, and maybe give more.

　Thanks: brother 08a for the reward, thanks for the support of brothers who pay 200 yuan for a pack of spicy strips, thanks for the brothers who voted monthly and recommended votes, and thanks for the brothers who read books and collected them, thank you.

　　
　
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