The world of film and television starts from the flow of money

Camden Street, London, UK.

In the bustling city of London, there is a famous street. This street is more than just a geographical indicator, it is a symbol of power and wealth.

On both sides of the road, tall and powerful guards stood guarding this special street with guns and live ammunition.

The reason why Kenton Street needs to be so closely guarded is because its residents are so important. Many of them stand at the top of the world's wealth pyramid, possessing staggering wealth and influence. These billionaires, as well as members of the royal family, have chosen the mansion on Camton Street as their residence.

Camden Street is uniquely located next to Camden House, one of the important palaces of the royal family. The mansions on both sides of the street are each a masterpiece of art and architecture. They not only represent the wealth of their owners, but also reflect their social status. The interiors of these mansions are extremely luxurious and contain countless art treasures and historical artifacts.

Camton Street is not only a gathering place for the rich in the UK and around the world, it is also a tourist attraction. People stop here not only to take a look at the mansion, but also to feel the unique atmosphere here, a unique charm intertwined by money, power and history. Whenever night falls, the mansions on Camton Street are brightly lit, like stars, lighting up the night sky of London and reflecting the prosperity and splendor of the city.

The mansions on Camton Street are not only home to business tycoons and international celebrities, but are also the private residences of members of the royal family. These luxury homes are decorated with extremely luxurious interiors and are equipped with the most advanced smart home systems and exclusive security facilities to ensure the privacy and safety of the residents.

“Royal Bar”

The name is very noble, but it is located in the East End of London.

The East End of London has historically been regarded as a slum. In Conan Doyle's writings, the most dangerous place in London in the fog is the East End. It is close to the dock, and most of the residents are poor people and immigrants who were born as coolies. The famous "Jack the Ripper" once lived here.

This is the lowest level of London. Most of the homeless, beggars and unemployed people living here, as well as workers in low-end jobs, often have no fixed job and source of income and rely on begging or collecting waste to make ends meet. Their living conditions are extremely poor, with dirty living environment and no sanitation facilities and basic living security. Here, crime, disease, and hunger are commonplace, and life is extremely difficult.

However, due to its superior geographical location, it still attracted many workers and immigrants. Most of these people come from rural areas and other cities and work in factories and workplaces around the East End for very low wages.

Life is hopeless, and the only place that can bring them happiness is the bar in Hoxton. In the bar, under the anesthesia of alcohol, the hardships of life can be temporarily paralyzed.

The "Royal Bar" looks ordinary in appearance. There is an old wooden sign hanging at the door, and the golden fonts engraved on it have fallen off.

Most of the people who come to the bar for entertainment are poor people, gangsters, and people are mixed together. All kinds of dirty things often happen. There was drinking, fighting, gambling, and even flour dealing. These negative things have given the pub a bad reputation in the Hoxton area.

But even so, this "royal bar" still attracts many people.

When you walk into the bar, the first thing you notice is the dim lights and crowded space. The mottled portraits hanging on the walls seem to tell the past glory of the bar.

The bartender behind the bar is a middle-aged man with a sinewy face. He skillfully mixes various alcoholic drinks, while various people gather around the bar.

Loud and noisy sounds arose one after another, and crude jokes and obscenities filled the entire bar. The male and female gangsters were in groups, talking and laughing loudly, and occasionally giving provocative glances. They wear cheap clothes, have intricate tattoos on their bodies, and have their hair dyed in various colors to show that they are different.

In this bar, people forget the worries of real life and immerse themselves in alcohol and laughter.

"Snapped!"

"ah…!?"

"Hey, you okay?"

A fat and greasy man slapped a blonde woman on the plump buttocks, then grabbed the woman's slender hand, narrowed his eyes and said with a lewd smile: "Baby, come with me for a drink?"

Several companions behind the fat man also laughed, looking at the woman's beautiful face and plump figure, their eyes full of desire.

"let me go!"

The woman struggled hard, looking at the gangsters with fear in her eyes, but how could she break free from the rough hands of the fat man.

The people in the bar were not surprised, and no one looked at this direction at all. To them, this is just the price a strange woman has to pay for walking in here.

"Hey! Fatty, look over here!"

Suddenly, an rude voice sounded from behind a few gangsters.

Is this... calling yourself?
A trace of surprise flashed in the eyes of the fat man who was raising and lowering his hands towards the woman, and then he turned around and looked at the man who wanted to meddle in her own business with a fierce look on his face.

Before the fat man could speak, the man made a provocative gesture towards the fat man and said sarcastically:
"What's your accent? Or is your mouth full of shit?"

"Hahaha~, hahaha~~,"

The fat man was a little confused and couldn't believe his ears. The companions beside him laughed wildly: "Fat man, he is laughing at you!"

"He's looking for a fight, right? Beat him, Buzz!"

"Come on, brat!"

Baz walked towards the man with his fat belly. Before he could stop, the man suddenly swung an uppercut and hit Baz directly under the ear. There was a 'buzz' sound, and Baz's vision went dark. The fat body fell straight to the ground, and the floor seemed to shake, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Seeing Baz lying on the ground foaming at the mouth, the companions on the side were stunned for a moment, and the two thin men shrank back, while several other strong men with flat heads clenched their fists and rushed towards the man.

These gangsters are just street thugs and are obviously no match for men. Their bodies are strong, but their eyes reveal a wildness and recklessness rather than true skill and training. In contrast, men look like they have been specially trained. His muscles are tight and his movements are agile and powerful. His eyes are calm and focused, and every shot hits the target accurately.

As the man took action, the gangsters fell to the ground one by one, screaming one after another, their faces twisted in pain, their hands holding the injured parts, rolling on the ground and wailing. Some gangsters had broken arms, while others had leg injuries and were unable to stand. Their originally sinister expressions had now been replaced by fear and pain.

But the man did not stop there and continued to suppress them. His movements were ruthless, and all his moves were aimed at the gangster's weak points. Whenever he takes action, it is accompanied by the screams of the gangsters.

This scene chilled the hearts of others in the bar. The originally arrogant gangsters were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, unable to resist. The man's strength and ferocity frightened everyone. The battle ended quickly. The man stood there calmly, while the gangsters lay on the ground in pain, unable to be arrogant anymore.

"Cheers, darling! Thank you for helping me deal with my PMT (Post-Murder Stress Syndrome)."

The man smiled kindly at the blonde woman, took out two bills and threw them on the bar counter, then turned around and wanted to leave the bar.

When he walked to the door, he looked at the long-haired bartender holding a cigarette in his mouth and forgot to light it. He smiled at him, took out a lighter and helped him light it. The long-haired bartender took the light numbly, and the man suddenly gave him a hook. He punched the bartender unconscious and spat:

"Shit!"

The man turned around and looked at the other silent guests in the bar. With a slight curl of the corner of his mouth, he opened the door and walked out of the bar.

"and many more!"

The blonde woman stepped hard on the fat and muscular brother and hurriedly chased the man.

"What are you doing? Girl, I'm not a good person."

The man tilted his head as he looked at the blond woman chasing after him. As he spoke, he turned and walked towards the Harley motorcycle on the side of the road.

"Are you a killer?"

The blonde woman stopped the man and said, "We can talk, I have money."

"Oh? Then we can really talk,"

The man turned back to look at the blonde woman and suddenly smiled: "Let's go, we should find a quieter place."

Marian Cafe.

The motorcycle drove the woman to the door of a cafe and stopped. The man took off his helmet, looked at the blond woman and pointed at the sign:
"The owner of the shop here, Marian, is a kind old man. He has opened a cafe on Stella Street for many years. This is a slum area in London. From time to time, homeless people come to beg. He has never driven them away. To help these poor homeless people."

"Oh..., he is a good man."

The blonde woman smiled and followed the man inside.

The cafe has a simple but cozy environment and is full of customers.

"Hi, how are you?"

The man greeted the little old man behind the cashier familiarly.

"Oh, it's you, Steven!"

The old man looked up at the man and nodded, showing a kind smile: "Long time no see, still in the same place?" He turned to look at the blond woman behind him and smiled: "She looks very good?"

"Come on, we just met."

Steven smiled, turned around and led the woman through the corridor into a small room nearby.

"Hello, your name is Steven?"

After sitting down, the woman looked at the surrounding environment, turned to look at Steven and said: "My name is Gwen John, you can just call me Gwen."

"Oh, what a good name. It matches your temperament very well. It can be seen that you are well-educated."

Steven smiled: "So, what makes you want to find a killer and even go to a place like that?"

"Thank you for saving me,"

Gwen lowered his head and was silent for a while. Then he raised his head and looked at Steven seriously: "Excuse me, are you a killer? How much does it cost to take on a mission?"

"You are really discerning. Normally we are not allowed to take on private jobs, but I can make an exception for you..."

Steven raised the corners of his mouth and looked into Gwen's eyes: Twenty-five thousand..., only twenty-five thousand. "

"Everyone?"

Gwen frowned slightly: "Wouldn't the price be different because of the different status?"

"Of course... everyone has the same price."

Steven chuckled and said calmly:

"J."

"Really, I can give you one hundred thousand...,"

Gwen breathed a sigh of relief, as if she didn't expect it to be so...cheap. She took out a piece of information from the inner pocket of her red coat and handed it to Steven: "Johnson...he is my husband. Here are all his information, as well as Ken's information." Information about the security system over at Don Street.”

"Camton Street? Your husband is still a councilor...Wooo~"

Steven didn't seem surprised at why Gwen wanted to kill him as her husband. Looking at the address on the information, he didn't hesitate at all, but was a little eager to give it a try.

"How about it? Is it okay?"

Gwen looked at Steven nervously, as if afraid of his rejection.

"no problem…,"

Steven laughed easily: "Thank you for your generosity."

"Thank you!"

Seeing that Steven was willing to take over the task, Gwen seemed to finally relax and her eyes were red.

"Tuk-tuk~,"

There were two knocks on the door.

"Please come in!"

Marian came in with two cups of coffee and said with a smile: "Steven, try to see if it still tastes like this. Did you make this beautiful lady cry?"

"No, he is a good person, I just remembered what happened before, thank you!"

Gwen wiped the corners of her eyes, took the coffee from Marian, and explained for Steven.

"That's good! Steven is indeed a good boy."

Marian nodded with a smile, turned around and exited the room.

...............

232 Kenton Street.

The night was as dark as ink, and the shadows under the lights looked particularly long. In this quiet night, a blond middle-aged man staggered out of the Rolls-Royce with a wine bottle in his hand. He waved his hand and motioned to the bodyguards behind him not to follow. He walked into the magnificent house.

"Where's my wife? Have you gone out today?"

"……No,"

The young nanny who came over took the coat from Johnson's hand, listened to his question, hesitated for a moment, and shook her head: "Madam has been at home today... Sir, do you need to drain the water?"

"Well, you go."

Johnson dismissed the nanny and walked upstairs with unsteady steps.

"Damn! Is the circuit broken again?"

When he walked to the living room, Johnson stopped and pressed the corner switch, but the light did not turn on. The dim yellow light from the desk lamp placed on the cabinet dimly illuminated the entire room. Johnson mumbled a few times, He took out a bottle of beer directly from the refrigerator, walked to the sofa and sat down.

"Pfft~,"

The living room was silent, and the sound of the bottle cap being opened was particularly harsh. After taking two sips of beer, Johnson lay comfortably on the sofa.

Suddenly, there was a sound of a mechanical second hand moving in his ears. Johnson stood up dizzily, looking for the place where the sound came from.

The drunken Johnson looked around but couldn't find where the sound came from. He felt a little irritated. Just when he wanted to wake up his wife to look for it together, suddenly, a dazzling light caught his attention. He looked up and saw that Seeing a mechanical watch sitting on the cabinet, the case reflecting softly under the light, I immediately chuckled.

He reached out and found that he couldn't reach it. He put the round stool at his feet, stepped on it, and reached out to grab the watch.

But at this moment, a gust of wind sounded in his ears, and before Johnson could react, he felt his neck tighten.

But a rope was wrapped around Johnson's neck. Johnson tried to struggle, but the rope tied his neck tightly, preventing him from moving. Breathing gradually became difficult, his face gradually turned pale, panic and helplessness intertwined in his eyes.

He looked around and tried to call for help, but no sound came out.

"Uh~~, uh~~"

Just as Johnson was struggling, a dark figure stood up in the corner of the room, and the words that came out of his mouth made Johnson, who wanted to call for help, feel like he was falling into an ice cave.

"Eleven millimeters of climbing rope, eleven hundred pounds of breaking tension. You can't make mistakes in my profession, unless you intentionally leave traces, so when I do it, I arrange it in other ways to avoid accidents or... suicide. ”

The black shadow tied the rope in his hand tightly to the window railing and slowly walked towards Johnson without covering his face.

Steven stood quietly in front of Johnson, looking at Johnson who kept struggling, with a trace of satisfaction in his eyes.

"No...don't do this, please,"

The rope around his neck became tighter and tighter, and Johnson struggled to open his mouth to pray. Looking at Steven's cold and playful eyes, Johnson stared at him: "You...do you know who I am?"

"It doesn't matter to me who you are,"

Steven smiled, admired his masterpiece, and said slowly: "You are only... twenty-five thousand to me."

(End of this chapter)