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Old Li nodded.

"Thank you, Master, have you been doing good business recently?" Old Li asked.

"It's not very easy to do. There are many people looking for things. You should also be careful when picking up the goods. The closed-door market has not been peaceful recently."

The two chatted one after another, and the Nighthawk listened in a daze.

Ten minutes later, the car drove to the door of a small hotel. After paying the money, Lao Li got out of the car with Nighthawk.

After entering the shop, paying the money, and opening two rooms, Lao Li returned to the room with Nighthawk.

"Brother Li, do you know the driver?" Nighthawk asked puzzledly.

"I don't know." Old Li smiled.

"Then what were you talking about just now?" Nighthawk was even more confused.

Old Li stared at Nighthawk for a moment, then smiled.

"I don't know this person, but he came from my organization. A lot of information was not given to me for this mission urgently, so he came over to give me some information such as address." After Lao Li explained, Nighthawk suddenly realized .

It turned out to be like this. Doesn't the goods that Lao Li mentioned just now refers to that person's life?

A few days ago, Nighthawk saw Lao Li killing with his own eyes, but even if he saw it, he didn't feel the impact, as if Nighthawk was not very afraid of such things as dead.

Lao Li also discovered this, and even felt that if Nighthawk could be a killer, it would actually be a rare good seedling. Even if he saw the corpse back then, his heart would tremble slightly.

But Nighthawk's temperament is soft, I am afraid it takes experience to do this business.

Old Li took out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket.

He unfolded it, and it was four drawings the size of A4 paper.

The above is densely packed with words that Nighthawk can't understand at all.

"Where did this come from?" Nighthawk was dazzled.

Old Li frowned and looked at the words on the paper, while explaining to Nighthawk that this piece of paper was actually stuffed by the person who bumped into Lao Li at the train station. That is to say, that person was also Lao Li’s helper. .

Now Nighthawk is even more shocked, this is too magical, everything that happened with the co-author has been calculated long ago?

Seeing that Lao Li was looking at the piece of paper seriously, he swallowed his doubts into his stomach and stopped speaking, and quietly accompanied Lao Li, waiting for Lao Li to read all the contents of this piece of paper.

"Is this a foreign language?" Nighthawk was curious about everything.

Lao Li smiled lovingly again, and shook his head: "No, these are the codewords that our organization has researched. Only people in the organization can understand it. This way, confidential documents can be prevented from being stolen and read. arrive."

Old Li Bian explained to Nighthawk, and took out a map of the closed-door city.

The reason why this city is called a closed-door city is because the security here is very poor. Even in broad daylight, people have to lock the gates when they go out. Even in summer, no one dares to open the door for ventilation. Someone will break into the house and do something that hurts them.

After going back and forth, this city is simply called a closed-door city.

The reason why this city is so miserable is because the local leaders do not act.

And today, Lao Li received this task, the purpose is to kill the highest leader here, to change a group of good leaders, then the city may still be saved.

Ironically, the commissioner hated the violence and anxiety everywhere in Shuhu City, but in order to change this place, he also used extreme violence.

All this is a last resort.

Lao Li took on this task, but it can be regarded as an eradication of harm for the people.

He took the map and carefully analyzed the closed-door city. Normally, they have about a week before the action to make preparations, but this time is urgent and the preparation time left for Lao Li is only 20. Four hours.

If Lao Li did not plan his plan clearly within these twenty-four hours, if the mission fails, Lao Li will end up miserably.

This dog official is powerful, and the day after tomorrow he will leave Shuhu City to take up positions in other cities, and his comrades will take over for him to take charge of Shuhu City.

Therefore, Lao Li must end him before he leaves. As long as he is dead, those who are forced to obey him will definitely stand up and condemn him, and his comrades will be implicated. .

So that the whole city of closed accounts can undergo a major exchange of blood.

In another hour, Lao Li used a pen to draw on the map, but Nighthawk couldn't understand what Lao Li was doing.

He sat aside weirdly waiting for Lao Li to study, without saying a word.

"It's okay." Old Li said with a smile, and after finishing speaking, he even picked up a match and burned the map point that had just been drawn.

"Brother Li, why did it burn it back?" Nighthawk asked puzzledly.

"Afraid to leave evidence." Nighthawk smiled helplessly. If the map was picked up by the opponent, he would be finished.

"But you don't have a map, can you remember it?" Nighthawk looked at Lao Li incredulously.

Old Li nodded lightly. Of course he could remember it. It was a matter of his life. He had already memorized the whole picture while drawing the plan, and even created a picture in his mind. Three-dimensional graphics come.

Because of this kind of super memory and imagination, only then can Lao Li perform well in the tasks again and again, and escape successfully.

At this moment, Nighthawk already admires Lao Li very much.

He thought that assassin was a very cool profession, and he was even more exasperated when he saw so many skills of Lao Li with his own eyes.

"Can you take me with you on this mission?" Nighthawk asked actively.

Old Li hesitated after hearing this.

"Take you... risk comparison, besides, you really want to be a killer? You have to think about it." Old Li said to Nighthawk.

Nighthawk nodded: "I have to make money, but other jobs make less money. Isn't the killer's salary very high... I don't plan to study now, and I can't think of another way out."

Old Li sighed: "Money is actually useless. You see that I have made so much money and I don't know where to spend it..."

"You don't usually spend money?" Nighthawk asked.

Old Li shook his head. He had no hobbies, and naturally there was no place to spend money.

"Then your life is so boring..." Nighthawk sighed.

He is right. Lao Li's life has no color other than work. With so much money, he doesn't know how to spend it, and he doesn't know the charm of the fireworks in the world. This is the sadness of Lao Li's life.

"Isn't it difficult to spend money? When I have time, I will show you how to spend money quickly!" Nighthawk said with a grin.

"Okay, after my mother is gone, I haven't been shopping with others..." Lao Li was still a bit wronged when he said this.