I can't be the hero of a romantic light novel

He recovered from his anger and ordered: "Stop firing randomly and don't accidentally hurt your own people again."

"receive."

"receive."

"receive."

Wuma Xingjin, who was hiding in the dark, heard their conversation and a bolder plan came to his mind.

We must find a way to kill this short man.

"who?!"

The short man following the captain yelled, and the trigger was pulled faster than he could react, and the bullet hit Wuma Xingjin's position.

Although Wuma Xingjin couldn't see clearly the short man in the dark, he keenly caught the slightest movement of the other person turning around, and he retracted one step ahead. Bullets hit the wall, sending sawdust flying.

If the short man is not dealt with, all actions will be noticed.These men in black were far more difficult to deal with than he thought.

But it's a pity that he has figured out this short man.

The moment the short man fired, all the men in black raised their guns and aimed in the direction of the shot. A companion asked:

"Have you found anything?"

"There must be someone there." The short man said firmly.

"Are you sure? Isn't that the staircase we came down from?"

"I checked when I went downstairs. How could someone be there?"

"Didn't the boss tell you not to shoot casually? You almost hit me." The hooded man leaning against the counter holding the gun was dissatisfied. He didn't want to be discovered if he reacted too slowly.

"No, I trust [the short old man]'s intuition."

The burly man pushed aside the crowd and walked over to check where Wuma Xingjin was. However, as everyone said, there was no one there.

The appearance of the can outside meant that the enemy had also walked in the snow and would definitely be stained by snow stains. The burly man squatted down and found no traces of water.

Strange, the short old man’s intuition couldn’t be wrong.

In order to get rid of the troublesome short old man first, Wu Ma Xingjin appeared again in the living room not far from them. It was next to the kitchen and the bathhouse leading to the backyard. It was a large space with many tables, chairs and potted plants.

The structure of this hotel has long been memorized by him, and he can easily find the route using his memory even in the dark.

This group of people must not have been sent by An Yiji Kaguhime, because she didn't even bother to do such a despicable thing.

He could guess that someone would come to his door, but he didn't expect that there would be a well-equipped and clean team of killers.

He just interfered with Sayuri and came to Kobayakawa Yukane, but the other party's reaction was so big?

The short old man also fell into self-doubt. Could it be that he was really too neurotic?

No, it's impossible.

Just as he was recalling it carefully, the hairs all over his body suddenly broke out, and he broke away from the queue and rushed to the left end of the lobby.

Carefully checking every corner, but still no one was there.

"Follow him."

The burly man asked the hooded man to follow the short old man and not let him act alone.

When the hooded man saw the short old man suddenly leaving the formation, rolling around like a nervous wreck, the disgust in his eyes was not concealed. After hearing the boss's order, he had no choice but to follow him:

"I say you are too suspicious."

"Don't drag us down."

The hooded man said, scanning the living room without any slowness at all: "Didn't the clowns search this place? It's also the area they are responsible for, so there can't be anyone there."

"No, absolutely."

The hooded man couldn't bear it any longer: "What is that on your head? If the night vision device is out of power, go and change it."

"Hmph, I don't need you to teach me."

"Why are you following me? Are you blocking the shot?" the short old man said in a bad tone.

Is there something wrong?Don't you know I was assigned to your team?The hooded man complained secretly.

The short old man curled his lips. He was not a gregarious person and was very proud of his talent. He looked down upon everyone in the team except the burly man.

The short old man is not old, but he is less than 1.5 meters tall. He looks like a dwarf among the average men in black. Every time he is with his teammates, the short old man seems to feel that the eyes they look at him are full of ridicule. This is extremely A big insult to his self-esteem.

Except for the boss, only the boss will recognize his abilities and give him respect.

Why should I join the team of idiots? The short old man cursed in his heart and said without looking back:

"I don't need your help, it's just a hindrance here."

"I will search for traces of Wuma Xingjin alone. You can go back."

"Row."

The hooded man shrugged. No one looked down on this short old man. Of course he felt unhappy and left happily. Anyway, there was a reason to go back and report. It was because he disliked himself for affecting his actions.

Not long after the hooded man left, the short old man tore open a piece of chewing gum and before he could throw it into his mouth, his forehead felt violently and he subconsciously fell forward.

The strong wind almost brushed against his scalp in the next second.

Seeing that he was forced into a trap by himself as expected, Wuma Xingjin finally relaxed his worries, retracted his fist, and said slowly: "Are you really not a superpower?"

This unattractive man had his back turned to him. With the speed of his attack, it was almost certain that he would be killed. However, at the critical moment, he accidentally bent down and dodged. Wuma Xingjin had never seen such a situation before, and he couldn't help but feel a little curious.

It’s the mission goal!The short old man was ecstatic.

As long as you kill the young man in front of you, you will definitely impress those guys who look down on others, and you can also get the most money, second only to the boss.

"What kind of bullshit super power, why haven't I heard of it?" the short old man said to distract Wuma Xingjin, and his hand had quietly touched the gun that fell on the ground.

"I advise you not to act rashly." Wuma Xingjin said kindly, "This will harm yourself."

Although he couldn't see the other party's movements clearly in the darkness, the feeling from his fingers made him aware of the short old man's movements.

However, the short old man did not take his words at all. He stubbornly climbed up and raised his gun to aim at Wuma Xingjin. The next second, he felt something was tightening around his neck and his throat was cut. The short old man covered his throat and knelt down, his eyes full of unwillingness. .

Touching the throat where blood was coming out, he touched the thin and deadly thing in the sticky wetness. It was a steel wire!

When exactly?

It's a pity that he can't ask this question.

"When exactly...that's what you were planning to ask, right?"

"Your sixth sense only activates at the moment when it becomes hostile to you."

Wuma Xingjin sighed. If the short old man didn't hold a gun, he would still be safe:

“The wire is wrapped around the butt of the gun before you fall down, and if you pick up the gun, the wire wrapped around the nail at your feet will tighten, and you will kill yourself.

From the beginning to the end, my attack intention was only aimed at the butt of the gun, not you.

That's why you didn't notice it.

I told you, you shouldn't move. "

He carefully asked Zhu Qianhe what happened when he was first discovered at the guest room window. One of them was that Zhu Qianhe became hostile to the short old man at that moment, that is, he wanted to attack.

The first two appearances were deliberately discovered by the short old man, not only to verify this conjecture, but also to create this one-on-one situation.

All premeditated attacks and attack thoughts will be detected. The short old man's ability seems to be unsolvable, but if he is not the subject of the attack, then he can have countless solutions.

Sure enough, my feeling is right, this guy is really...

The short old man still refused to give up and took off the walkie-talkie hanging on his chest. He wanted to tell the boss even if it meant his death, but he could not speak at all. The blood poured into his trachea and made the sound of a broken bellows.

Ho ho ho...

Before losing consciousness, he vaguely saw [Joker] and three of his teammates lying in the kitchen, with combat boots exposed.

What?Even the clowns...

After getting rid of the short old man, Wuma Xingjin took off his helmet and put it on.

Through the night vision goggles, the dark hotel scene can be seen at a glance. At least you can see how many people are on the other side without having to rely on footsteps to judge.

As for whether the short old man would die, he didn't care.

mercy?mercy?

Sorry, they almost killed Takechihe when they met, and he was thrown into the sewer long ago.

Wearing the captured night vision goggles, Zhu Qianhe walked up to Wuma Xingjin and lowered his voice: "I also eliminated a team."

"do you died?"

Zhu Qianhe said nothing, just loaded the magazine of the silenced pistol and handed it to him.

"With bare hands it can be dangerous, take it."

Wuma Xingjin hesitated for a moment, but still took it. Living was the most important thing right now. He just wanted to live an ordinary life, but accidents always happened one after another.

The person he faced this time was completely different from the bodyguards of An Yiji Kaguhime. One had the purpose of killing him, and the other only wanted to protect his employer.Strong malice rushed towards him, and he would be shot dead on the spot if he was not careful.

It's obviously a romantic comedy, why did it suddenly turn into a battle royale?

"There is still a group of people guarding the exit. Do you want to escape after killing them?"

"no need."

Wuma Xingjin shook his head. It was snowing late at night. Even if he ran outside the hotel, he would not be able to walk far. The difficult trek would only make him a living target in the snow. It must be said that these men in black are extremely good at seizing the opportunity. .

"What now?"

Zhu Qianhe looked at Wuma Xingjin. He could defeat a group of well-trained men in black alone without any weapons. He couldn't believe how he did it.

Wu Ma Xingjin couldn't answer this question, because a man walked towards her, with great pressure. His voice was a little dull through the thick mask, and he muttered: "What's going on with the clown? You promised to bring me a bottle." Come drink and be silent for a long time."

The chariot is much stronger than the burly man, has the same name as himself, and is armed to the teeth with hundreds of kilograms of equipment, enough to allow him to defeat the enemy from the front.

Wuma Xingjin and Zhu Qianhe were about to hide in the messy hot spring corridor. They saw the chariot strolling leisurely and looked at each other. It seemed that this was the leader of the last team. As long as he was dealt with, only the burly one would be left. The four men led the team.

Wuma Xingjin was about to prepare for action when he heard the chariot laugh several times:

"Stop hiding, little mouse. I'm carrying a heat source scanner. I can spot you through the cement within a ten-meter range."

After saying that, he raised his hand to fire, and the machine gun in his hand burst out with a tongue of flame half a meter long. Everything in his field of vision was torn apart by bullets, shattered and scattered, and the choking smell of burning gunpowder filled the air, making him suddenly feel like he was on a battlefield.