Infinite shadow clones, if I find my true form, I will lose!

In the spacious high-rise room, the curtains were drawn, and the sunlight flowed in only through the gap, falling into the suitcase with the gun on the floor, and the black gun body swallowed the sunlight clean, which was not like an ordinary product.

The killer is patiently cleaning up the scene, and even has the leisure to observe the scene in the distance with a telescope, reporting to the boss in the headset.

"Hey, those fools from the Guardian Bureau actually thought that the people who offended the Clover Group could survive."

The Red Hand Organization, a well-known killer organization in the dark world, will take on various tasks for money, as long as the money is enough, it is willing to do anything - at least when it comes to external propaganda.

The headset came the chatter of superiors and companions in the channel.

"A non-mainstream cultivator without a background really thinks that he can be a hero with a little ability, and he doesn't want to think about who he provokes."

"Gee, the Clover Group stomped its foot, and the entire Liangcheng had to tremble three times, this cultivator is really looking for death."

"Shotgun, report the intelligence and withdraw it quickly, so as not to be caught."

The shotgun disagreed: "Can they still make a big move for an unruly cultivator?"

"Theoretically, no."

The shotgun heard the voice, put down the binoculars, pressed the headset, and was curious: "Actually?"

"The Guardian Bureau just sent out the reward report to this monk five hours ago, and they value this monk very much."

Cold sweat broke out on the shotgun's forehead: "A briefing an hour before I went on my mission?" "

Killing a non-indecent cultivator won't be a big problem.

But if you kill the person who rewarded the report of the Guardian Bureau, this matter will be a big deal.

"Eh, yes, I suggest you withdraw quickly, I checked the recent movements of the Guardian Bureau, and it seems that I want to make a move against the Clover Group."

The shotgun cursed unluckily, hurriedly closed the suitcase on the ground, picked up the suitcase and quickly rushed to the door, putting on the hat by the way to cover his face.

You shouldn't be greedy for money to take on this task.

The shotgun hurriedly swiped the card to open the door, rushed out, and saw a teenager in familiar black armor in the corridor opening the door of the room one by one, politely asking the occupants inside.

The shotgun was surprised, the door of this room had to be stuck to open, how did this kid open the door?

Looking closely, I found that this little young man directly screwed off the doorknob and opened the door to check.

The residents inside were also very polite and polite, patiently answering the questions of this young man who trespassed into the room.

The shotgun cursed in a low voice: "Sick."

After scolding, the shotgun lowered the brim of his hat and prepared to go around the teenager to the elevator.

When the young man heard the movement, he turned his head and looked at the shotgun, with a bright smile: "Ah, it turns out that you are here." The

shotgun was startled, and hurriedly raised his head and looked at the teenager, only to find that the appearance of the boy seemed to be somewhat similar to the target he killed.

It's so similar, it's like it's carved out of a mold.

The shotgun's pupils shrank sharply, quickly retreated, felt the pistol from his waist, and shot directly at the teenager.

The pitch-black hideous armored boy tilted his head and said with a smile: "The mission begins~" [

Revenge mission, begin]

......

The shotgun stood in front of the window, and the ridicule of his companions came from the headset: "You're done, the Guardian Bureau issued a reward notice an hour before you performed your mission, and you hit the Guardian Bureau in the face." Beads

of sweat appeared on the forehead of the shotgun, and he swallowed: "What's going on?" Magic? "

Why are you standing here?

Didn't I just kill a teenager in the hallway?

Behind the shotgun came the clatter of sour teeth, followed by the dull sound of "booming" metal objects hitting the carpet.

The shotgun turned around and saw the blood-eyed black-armored boy, who was pushing open the door, and the metal doorknob was broken in half and lying on the carpet.

The blood-eyed black-armored boy gently closed the door and smiled at him: "Don't panic, take a deep breath, normal phenomenon." The

shotgun hurriedly drew his short sword from his waist, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and stared at him: "Abominable! "

When exactly did I get into the illusion?

"Shotgun, what are you talking about?"

The shotgun looked nervous, and his speech was fast: "I have fallen into illusion, you come and support me!" "

When performing tasks, shotguns used to bring an assistant to press the formation to provide themselves with auxiliary effects.

"Illusion? What illusion? I didn't check for illusion fluctuations. The

blood-eyed black-armored boy said in a flat tone: "Don't panic, in this reincarnation, only the memories of you and me will be retained, so we have a long time to communicate." "

The shotgun didn't pay attention at all, directly intensified the psychic spell to strengthen perception, found that the enemy was standing in front, directly threw the short sword, and at the same time drew the pistol from the waist to fire rapidly.

"Boom!"

One shot to the left chest, one shot to the right chest, one shot to the eyebrows, the shooting method is standard and elegant.

The blood-eyed black-armored boy fell to the floor on his back, calmly opened his eyes, blood began to flow from the center of his eyebrows, and the quality of sleep was rattling.

The shotgun breathed a sigh of relief and smiled slightly: "Pretend to be a ghost, can you help me see, is there any contact with illusion?" "

“...... Shotgun, I don't know what you're talking about, I didn't check any spell fluctuations. The

shotgun frowned: "It can't be... Well? The

shotgun stood by the window with binoculars in hand, and behind it came the familiar clicking and rumbling sound.

In the headset, a familiar ridicule voice came from the companion: "You're done, the Guardian Bureau issued a reward notice an hour before you performed your mission, and you hit the Guardian Bureau in the face." The

shotgun turned his head with cold sweat on his forehead and saw the blood-eyed black-armored boy gently closing the door, showing a calm smile to himself.

"As I said, we have been able to communicate for a long time, can we calm down and say what information you know?"

The voice is gentle, but as merciless as the death bell.

The shotgun did not hesitate, directly took out the pistol and pointed it at his chin, and hurriedly shouted: "Retreat quickly, the other party used a high-level spell!"

"Boom!"

The shotgun felt black in front of him, and his consciousness sank into infinite darkness.

It turns out that death is this feeling.

The world in front of me lit up again, the sunlight outside the window flowed in through the gap in the curtain, fell on the pupil of the shotgun, the telescope at hand was standing quietly on the windowsill, and the familiar ridicule of his companions came from the headset.

"Click."

"Boom."

The ruthless voice sounded.

The shotgun turned around, his pupils trembling, his expression shocked, and looked at the teenager.

The teenager moved a chair and sat down, looking at him calmly: "Now, are you in the mood to elaborate?" The

shotgun took a deep breath: "If I say so, can you let me go?"

"I can let you die."

Silence brewed in the room.

Long.

The shotgun nodded bitterly: "Good." "

The clover group is stupid, this time actually kicked such a hard iron plate.

It also said that there was no background.

Is this called no background?