My Private Marvel System

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17 was about to speak, but 13 raised his eyes to the sky and let out a harsh howling, and the whole person rushed out like a leopard, chasing the savages who had already escaped.

"13! Come back to me!!" 17 was surprised and shouted wildly. But 13 at this time was like a mad beast, and couldn't listen to him at all.

Just when the team members looked at each other and didn't know what to do, the team leader's headset rang, and the voice of the Yali instructor who took them on this task was heard. "43, what's the matter?"

"Teacher Alex, we met a savage. The savage used a poisoned blow arrow. 24 has been injured and killed. 13 is chasing the savage. It seems that he has gone violently." The team leader called 43 hurriedly made the situation simple. Repay the past.

"Shit!" The angry cursing of teacher Alex came from the headset, and the headset was shaken slightly by the roar of teacher Alex: "These **** savages! The second, third, and fourth team stayed in place. Continue to carry out the mission. You take a small group to kill them! Leave no one!"

"Yes!" With a wave of his hand, a group of ten members chased in the direction where 13 was running.

Soon, 13 caught up with the three savages who screamed and ran back. During the running, 13's hand slid through the bag of flying knives tied to his thigh, pulled out three flying knives, swish! Whoosh! The flying knife slammed into the back of the two wild men's heads, and a flying knife flew out again. This time it hit the shoulders of the remaining wild men. The wild men cried out and staggered to the distant tribe. There were a few strange screams in his mouth, and immediately the whole tribe rang out with the sound of cowhide drums.

A dozen young wild savage screamed and ran out to support the injured savage. After a few conversations between the two savages, the two savages helped the injured savage into the tribe, and the remaining dozen savages Pounced at 13.

Before getting close, the wild people threw their wooden guns at 13 who was rushing quickly. And 13's speed did not decrease in the slightest. During the run, he took out his pistol and aimed at the wooden guns, pulling the trigger repeatedly. When the dozen wooden guns were still in the air, they were all cut off by the waist and fell weakly.

Those savages obviously had never encountered such a modern weapon. A dozen savages stared blankly at the dozen wooden guns and fell to the ground with a loud noise.

In such an instant, 13 had already rushed to their front, the pistol had already been put away, and he was holding a shimmering military dagger. The fast-running body suddenly stopped, and the dagger in his hand slashed at the savage close at hand, not with the blade, but with the serrations on the back of the blade. Tear off a large piece of flesh from the necks of the three wild men, and when the three wild men covered their necks in pain and fell slowly, the other wild men came back, but the **** of death was already very close to them. .

When 13 stepped into the Savage Tribe, there were more than a dozen corpses behind him. Looking at 1313, who was soaked in blood, the savages in the tribe made strange noises and became a mess. An old man who looked like a patriarch organized the young women and ruins to escape into the mountains from the back of the tribe, while blocking the young and middle-aged savages.

At this time, the group that followed had already occupied the commanding heights around the tribe. All the wild people who were near the edge of the tribe and wanted to escape were all killed without exception.

Soon, the savages flocking to the rear of the tribe also discovered this situation. The patriarch made a few weird calls out of anger and shook the cane in his hand to take the lead and rushed towards 13 in the center of the tribe. Following behind was the old young women and children in the tribe, and even several-year-old children followed the crowd with palm-sized stones.

Looking at the savages coming, 13 laughed hideously. The purple pupils exuded a terrifying killing intent. His left hand also drew the dagger from his thigh and rushed forward...

In a savage tribe, there were more than 100 savages, except for a dozen that were shot and killed by a small group on the edge of the tribe, the rest were all killed by 13 people. Looking at the blood that was continuously sprayed through the scope, the team members of a group were all shocked, because the 13th massacre was not killed by a single blow, and each time they deliberately avoided the deadly vital points. The dagger capital that pierced in would be rotated 90 degrees fiercely, and then pulled out, allowing these wild people who had lost their combat effectiveness to die slowly in pain. The same goes for even a few years old.

Finally, the last savage fell under 13's dagger. When he staggered to the entrance of the tribe, none of the group members who had been waiting there dared to greet him. I saw that the strange purple in 13's eyes slowly receded and returned to the original black. The group leader was about to speak, but saw 13 fell to the ground, apparently fainting.

Everyone, look at me, and no one of you dared to approach this guy who just looked like a murderous god. In the end, the instructor's urging sound came from the headset, and the group leader walked over reluctantly, carried 13 and returned. The gathering place, and the other team members burned the entire tribe to ashes with grenades...

"You actually killed more than 100 people?" The cold scream awakened Dole in the memory. Although she also sympathized with Dongfang Yu's death, he couldn't kill so many innocent people because of it.

"No matter how much you deserve to die!" Dole's teeth gritted straightly. If she can make her come alive, more than 100 savages are nothing, no matter how many people are killed, he will not be soft.

"Why... why are you telling me this?" Leng Ruobing suddenly felt a chill in his heart. Because a shimmering dagger appeared in Dole's hand, and his eyes were aimed at her throat?

"There is only one kind of person who can keep secrets." His slender fingers tapped the blade lightly, and Dole's tone returned to his usual plainness, but the more cold he became, the more uneasy he felt.

"Dead?" The thought just flashed through Leng Ruobing's mind, and she screamed. "I'll talk about terms with you!!!"

...

After swallowing her saliva, she didn't even dare to do too much of her saliva, because the black dagger was clinging to her throat, and the cold touch of the sharp blade made her goosebumps crazy. . She swears that she didn't blink her eyes just now, but felt that Dole's dagger had reached her throat with a flower in front of her.

Looking at Dole's cold eyes, he repeated it again with trembling lips. "I'll make a deal with you."

Dole stared coldly at his cold eyes and slowly said: "It depends on your conditions to replace your life!"

"If one day you die, I will help you take care of her, what do you think?" Dole's eyebrows moved lightly, staring into her eyes for a long time. "Why should I believe you?"

Leng Ruobing immediately pointed at the sky with three fingers. "I can swear!"

A scornful smile appeared at the corner of Dole's mouth and mocked, "Swear? Are you my three-year-old? Who would believe that boring thing?"

"Then what do you want?" Leng Ruobing was about to cry in a hurry, this guy didn't even swear to believe it, wouldn't he be dead.

Dole couldn't think of any particularly good way to make her keep her promise, thinking for a long time, it seemed that only the ghost would believe it and swear. "Then you swear a poisonous oath with your sister."

Hearing Leng Ruobing use her and her sister to issue the most vicious oath, Dole slowly retracted his dagger and sat back on the sofa. Secretly blaming myself for what's wrong recently, and chattering like this as soon as I speak. Is this also a kind of mental illness? Should I go to see a psychologist?

Leng Ruobing was panting, and the experience of walking around the ghost gate made her heart beat with overload, her body was soaked in cold sweat, and after the cold sweat, she felt a sense of collapse and weakness. She has to go back and get a good night's sleep. Maybe when she wakes up tomorrow, she will find that all this is just a dream.

But something embarrassing happened to her. Just about to stand up, she found that she was now limp and couldn't even move a finger.

After trying several times, Leng Ruobing finally gave up helplessly, and said weakly, "Hey!" Although I wanted to stay away from him now, I really couldn't stand up. "Help me into the room, okay?"

Unexpectedly, Dole glanced at her and lazily said: "The second of the three chapters of the contract: You are not allowed to fiddle with you. Do you want me to blow you in?"

Leng Ruobing glared at him fiercely. Even if I crawl back on my own, I won't ask you for help again. After struggling for a long time, he finally turned over. He didn't expect that he accidentally fell down on the floor. "Ouch." The pain of the chin hitting the floor made her groan.

She is wearing a blue dress today, and she looks like a squirming caterpillar. The corners of Dor's mouth curled up slightly.

As soon as I wanted to climb in, I saw a blanket covering myself, and then Dol was wrapped in a blanket and picked up by him.

"It's heavy." She just wanted to say thank you, but Dole's whispered whisper made her itchy with hate.

Walked two or three steps to her bedroom door and twisted it open, but he didn't mean to walk in. Standing at the door, he weighed the weight in his hands, shook it, and suddenly dumbfounded. Looks like he wants to throw himself directly on the bed? Frightened, she immediately embraced his neck with unfamiliar strength.

"What do you want to do?"

Dole's expression was very calm. "The first of the three chapters of the contract: You are not allowed to enter your room."

When I mentioned the three chapters of the covenant, Ruobing coldly remembered something. "Is there one remaining three chapters of the agreement between me and you?"

"..."

"The third one is that you can't kill me." As soon as she said, even she herself felt that this was impossible, and laughed at herself.

Sure enough, Dole was slightly stunned, and curled his lips, revealing that you are a child. But immediately nodded slightly and said, "I can promise you that I will not kill you in this house."

This is also good, much better than she expected. Leng Ruobing just breathed a sigh of relief, but found that his body was light, and the whole person had been thrown onto his bed. Before the harsh screams could be heard, Dole closed the bedroom door quickly and fled back to the living room.

"So you live in her house?"

After hearing Dole talk about his new residence, Father Mike couldn't help laughing. He is lurking here as a priest. Sometimes I still feel that my identity is not safe enough.

This guy was fine, and went directly into the police's house. It is not hard to imagine that the policeman must be scared enough.

"Yeah, she looks like she can't wait to kill me." Thinking of the cold reaction at the beginning, Dole couldn't help but laugh.

"It's better to be careful, the so-called most poisonous woman's heart, if she really thinks of any vicious way to deal with you..." After smiling enough, Father Mike reminded him solemnly. Now that Dole had taken off the human skin mask, even if he was captured, there was no evidence to prove that he was the original Dole. But it's better to be careful when doing everything they do.

Before Father Mike's words were finished, Dole interrupted him disapprovingly. "Relax, I have warned her. Tell her that if she plays any tricks, she and her relatives will be hunted down. I don't think she dare to make any tricks." Like last time, he took her The aunt's family threatened her, but she was obediently following him to the hotel to open the room.

"Then this matter is the case. When I reported to the organization, I made up a set of rhetoric, saying that you accidentally exposed your identity. You know that lying like this is a risk, if you let the instructor know..." Father Mike paused, did not continue, and a gleam of light flashed in Dole's eyes.

"I know, I said I owe you a favor." Dorr said coldly. I really don't know why such an old man wants to be alone? Does he have any enemies he wants to kill himself?

Father Mike smiled after receiving Dole's affirmative return. "Then this matter is forgotten. Are you doing anything else today?" He shouldn't just come here just to tell him his new residence. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Doll did come today for something else. He came to ask Father Mike about one thing. "Why do I have so few tasks in such a big place as Long Country?"

Dole is really depressed. As far as he knows, even the lowest-level A-level killers can receive at least two or three missions a month for the shadow enforcers in the small and poor countries of Africa.

What is he doing, he came to the Dragon Kingdom, which is known as the largest market in the East, and he has only four missions so far.

Is the Dragon Kingdom a paradise without any hatred?

He couldn't know what heaven was like, he just knew that even in the peaceful age of the assassin, he hadn't cut off his career. Where there are people, there will be benefits, and where there are benefits, there will be grievances and grievances. It is these grievances and grievances that nurture the killer industry.

It only takes a little money to realize a desire to kill. Seeing the enemy fall in a pool of blood has nothing to do with him. The police will not doubt themselves, and they will not be in trouble, so why not do it.

Of course, the killer here refers to those who have received professional training, have a very high psychological quality, are proficient in all kinds of killing tools, use a variety of methods to kill people, and regard killing as a profession.

Those who collect a tens of thousands of pieces and stab someone are not worthy of being called a killer, at best they can only be called a swordsman. There are many clues left on the scene. Such a person cannot escape the police's investigation, and once caught by the police, he will definitely not hesitate to confess his employer and try to reduce his sentence.

In contrast, many professional assassins use guns to carry out long-range snipers, and even if they perform an assassination, they rarely leave anything as a clue on the scene. In the unlikely event that he gets home and is caught one day, he won't reveal any secrets. 166 Novel Reading Network