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Chapter 62 "This Killer 36 Degrees 9" Part Two

I went to the hospital according to the address given, and I could see the police patrolling at the gate.

It seemed that the master must be inside. I observed it for a long time.

Everyone who enters will be asked to check their identity. It seems that anyone who is from Country C will be taken away for interrogation.

Although I have darkened my skin now, you can still spot the clues if you look closely.

It seems to be similar to my thinking. If you want to save someone, you must kill another one.

He opened the book about the person he wanted to kill this time.

A project manager has no clue.

Originally, it took at least a week to a month to prepare before an assassination.

But right now I don't have much time at all.

Observed the clues left behind.

One is where he works and the other is his home.

After opening the map and looking at it for a long time, I excluded his house.

Living in a small villa in a slum, even if you were killed, you probably wouldn't be discovered for three or four days.

But this time, I had to let everyone know.

And it requires a lot of publicity.

I targeted the building where he had his office.

But he found that the floor where he worked was very high and there were no other buildings side by side.

There is no chance of sniping, so we have to sneak in.

There was only a spare sniper rifle and a pistol on hand.

Reluctantly, I checked the details of this company.

On the surface it is an investment company, but in fact it is a loan shark.

Finding these is easy, as the entire company's website is filled with loans.

I bought a takeaway on the street, put on a mask and walked in.

I walked in slowly, as easily as a delivery boy.

I pressed the elevator directly on the top floor and walked around on the waiting floor.

Observing the layout of the house and the placement of the monitors.

I wrote it down silently.

Then he went down the stairs from the top floor to the 11th floor where the target was.

After taking a rough look, the layout of the 11th floor is similar to that of the top floor.

I followed the two blind corners of the surveillance camera and hid in the toilet.

There was almost no one here, so I squatted in the toilet to look for opportunities.

I flushed the takeaway down the toilet.

He took out the gloves and ether from the bag.

For half an hour, only about three or four straight Tibetan people came in to use the toilet.

But none of it was what I expected, until the fourth person who came in happened to be black.

The height and hairstyle are very suitable.

Moisten the towel with ether.

Come out of the toilet and push him to the ground from behind.

The ether I had prepared long ago covered his mouth and nose and suffocated him to the ground.

Then he dragged it into the toilet cubicle and placed it on top of the toilet.

He took his fingerprints with the pistol at the ready.

He took off his clothes and put them on himself.

Then he locked the toilet door and climbed out from above.

He straightened his suit collar and walked out of the door.

When I arrived at the elevator, I started walking in and out.

Try not to look at the monitor in the elevator, making yourself look like a psycho.

Then he walked out of the elevator, ran to the target's room, and knocked on the door.

The moment the target opened the door, I pulled out my pistol and fired off the magazine.

Immediately after gunshots were fired, I threw the pistol on the spot.

The sound of gunfire attracted the attention of almost the entire floor. Some people hid in the room, some fled in all directions, and one after another came out of the room and ran to the safe exit.

I wiped the blood stains on my clothes a little, then crouched down and followed the crowd and ran out.

He quickly ran towards the toilet in the direction of the crowd.

While everyone was exclaiming what was going on, I was taking my clothes off leisurely.

I kicked open the bathroom door, took off my clothes and put them back on the black man.

After both parties finished dressing, I straightened his collar.

After taking a look at the police car roaring downstairs, I pushed him out of the bathroom window on the eleventh floor.

Then he turned around and walked out calmly.

Follow the blind corner of the surveillance camera to the bathroom on the top floor.

I put my phone on silent and scrolled through Twitter.

I listened to the police radio, followed by the lockdown of the building.

The top floor was exceptionally quiet, and the police didn't even look for it.

Because the killer was soon found to have jumped to his death.
It wasn't until late in the evening that all police officers left.

I just saw about two pieces of news filling the page.

One is that the mysterious killer reappears, committing murder and suicide in disguise to frame the crime.

The second news is that the male version of Zhou Keer committed suicide and committed suicide in suspicious circumstances.

Both stories were written anonymously by me.The whole thing was so mysterious to me.

I opened the red dot network again, and the red amount returned to normal.

However, I received a warning letter from Red Dot, telling me not to use this kind of suicide disguised as a homicide.

And I withdrew the money and put it into a bank card from a Swiss bank that I had prepared a long time ago.

I returned to the hotel at night and spent almost half an hour rubbing off the marks left by the marker on my body.

I looked in the mirror for a long time and made sure there were no obvious marks on my body.

I took a car and went to the hospital where my master was staying. The originally heavily guarded hospital had fewer police officers.

No police officers pay attention to the identities of people entering the hospital.

I entered the hospital easily and looked at the floor plan of the hospital in the hall.

The intensive care unit was not far from me, but it was difficult to get in.

There are no police outside, but obviously there is still the ward where the master is being supervised.

I saw the rooftop of the emergency room on the other side.

One step, two steps, a full 460 three steps.

That is 220 meters.

I went up to the rooftop of the emergency room on the other side and set up my sniper rifle.

I started to focus on the windows of the critical ward and looked over one by one.

In the three years I have been a killer, I have almost never used a sniper rifle.

And the first person to be shot with a sniper was actually his own master.

I adjusted the angle and found the room where the master was.

I made a call to my best friend.

After a beep, he was picked up immediately.

"Hey, you did a great job. I wrote a lot of news anonymously for you and posted it on various websites. You will be back safely in a few weeks." The best friend said with a smile.

"Well, can you do me a favor?" I said.

"What do you say?" asked the best friend.

"I transferred about [-] million to your card, and you get half of the money in it. Remember the number I gave you. You can find a way to transfer the other half of the money to someone else's card. Can you do it?" I said. said.

"Damn it, four hundred million. Is this assassination money? Why give it all away? It's fine if you keep some. I didn't do anything, why did you give me two hundred million?" said his best friend with a smile.

Taking a deep breath, he stood up slowly and touched the direction of the wind.

He said to his best friend: "You should stop doing this business as soon as you get the money. Nothing else you can do is better than this. Remember, give the money out for me, don't keep it all yourself."

"Aren't you worried about me as a person? Hey, Han Dong, what do you mean by this?" shouted his best friend.

"Oh, and what's my master's name?" I said.

"After checking carefully, your master's name is Wang Shanshui. I can't tell. No wonder he knows how to handle a gun after being a soldier." The best friend said with a sigh.

I hung up the phone and transferred all the money on the card to my best friend.

Opened the Red Dot website.

There is still about [-] yuan in the account, which is the money to kill the project manager.

I spent [-] to apply for the assassination of Wang Shanshui, an elevator decorator in City H, Country C.

Within a few minutes, the D-level assassination mission came out.

Then I took the order using my account.

When the news of a D-level mission for 36 Degree Nine’s account appeared again on the homepage of Red Dot Network.

The public channel has been maxed out.

The call from my best friend came in almost the next moment.

I hung up the phone and formatted the phone.

He took out the phone card and broke it into pieces.

Having prepared everything, he leaned down, took off his gloves and held the sniper rifle.

He pointed the gun at the head of the master in the intensive care unit and blocked the flight.

There was a gunshot. This was the first time I killed someone with a sniper gun.

This feeling was not as good as I imagined. The dream of a professional killer came true at this moment.

And it’s still the best, and there seems to be no regrets.

I slowly stood up and straightened my clothes.

Jump down from the hospital rooftop.

. . . . . .

one year later.

Airport in H city of country C, international flight pick-up hall.

"Damn it, your plan was so perfect. A broken leg was exchanged for [-] million." My best friend pushed my wheelchair forward slowly.

"Don't laugh at me, I really wanted to jump off the building." I said.

"Did they ask you anything? Was there torture? Candid water, polygraph, anything?"

"You must have seen too much 007. You just asked a lot of questions. I almost said I didn't know. When I got into the details of the case, I said I had a headache." I said.

"Anyway, this case is already a mystery. You don't know what the Internet says about it. This 36 Degrees Nine is already the number one killer in the world."

"Should we talk about my two hundred million?" I said.

"Didn't you say you gave me all the [-] million?"

"If I were dead, wouldn't I be dead now? You can't afford it. I'll give you half of it when we meet." I jumped up from the wheelchair.

"Damn it, are your legs all fake?"

. . . . . .

To be continued~

(End of this chapter)