The Water Mist Assassin from Hokage

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"What came from the dust will return to dust. May the Lord have mercy on you. From now on, may the Lord lead you to the kingdom of eternal happiness. Lord, please hear our prayers. In the name of the Lord Jesus Christ, Amen. "

The sky was clear on the day Mushu died, and the sun shone vertically on his coffin board in the sky. It seemed that God knew that a wicked man with all five kinds of poison was buried here, and he tried his best to disinfect Mushu.

The pastor in charge of the funeral was already sweating profusely from the heat, and the eulogy that originally needed to be spoken for several minutes was simply shortened to this sentence. If it weren't for the fact that there were too many people lying in the coffin, The priest even planned to perform Mushu's funeral in casual clothes.

Mushu's funeral was very simple. There were two staff members responsible for digging the soil, a priest, and a community service worker. There was no one else, no relatives, no friends. Just like he did during his lifetime, he also chose the best place for the cemetery after his death. A remote corner.

Because Mushu's will stated that he must be buried at noon, the community members and the pastor chose to rush the matter. They watched Mushu's coffin being lowered into the pit by the pulley in the sun, and then turned around. left, leaving only two staff members standing around.

Unlike others who were full of ceremony, the relatives threw flowers on his coffin lid while holding back their grief and shoveled a handful of soil to slowly bury him. Two staff members took the flowers according to Mushu's will. Bags of packaged seeds were taken out and poured in. Finally, woven bags filled with soil were poured down one bag at a time, and Mushu was soon completely buried under the soil.

There is only a piece of bare land that is completely different from the surroundings and a black fan-shaped tombstone.

66232, the only five numbers written in white paint on the tombstone, represent Mushu's short life. There is no date of birth, no time of death, and even no information such as name that can indicate Mushu's identity. Just like The impression he gave people during his lifetime was mysterious and somewhat humorous.

The two staff members left the cemetery chatting and passed by a group of men in suits.

"I didn't expect that this guy like you actually walked in front of me. It's really screwed up, you bastard. Just go to hell in peace."

Asking his men to stand aside and wait, a man nearly sixty years old stood in front of Mushu's grave, thinking of the energy consumed in capturing Mushu over the years, the companions, relatives, etc. lost during the battle of wits and courage with this man. Waiting for everything, he couldn't help but spit a mouthful of phlegm towards the place where he was buried.

If it weren't for the email he received from this bastard, he might still be following the false trail he left in Corn Hat Country.

"It's really damning. Didn't you say you wanted to kill me? Then come here, you damn bedbug bastard"〃＞ME＜

The more the man thought about it, the angrier he became, and he frantically stepped on the place where Mushu was buried.

Starting from the third case this man committed, he began to track down this bastard. However, this yellow-skinned bastard named Mushu seemed to pop out of the stone. He could not find the roots of his past, nor could he find it. As far as his current whereabouts are concerned, even the targets he chooses are selected and killed immediately, without giving anyone any chance to react.

I only take on one task every year, but I never fail.

This man is a legend in the world of killers and a shame to international policemen like them. The moment this man accepts an order on a bounty website, it means that the target's life has entered a countdown.

Looking at the number 232 written in white paint, Khufu seemed to have seen the last time he met him, the man walked past him so openly, and the two even bumped into each other. Mushu was pretending to be a young man. He raised the international gesture towards him, but he was attracted by the bait left by Mushu at that time. He never thought that this bastard would slowly come to the crime scene after killing the person to confirm the death of the victim.

"Son of the Sun, Son of Beach, Maja Fake" ranged from international swear words to hometown slang. Khufu scolded him very happily. He even couldn't breathe because of a series of fragrant breaths. The men around him also turned their backs and didn't look. Their very rude commander.

Just because of this bastard man buried under his feet, he had wasted his entire life's energy and completely lost his chance of advancement despite having a bright future.

Khufu put his foot on Mushu's tombstone. The expected cracks in the shoe did not occur. Instead, Mushu's tombstone moved a little under Khufu's kick.

"What the hell is this?" Khufu looked at Mushu's peculiar fan-shaped tombstone. He always felt that it looked familiar. He squatted down and looked at the tombstone that had been moved by his kick. Four wires under the tombstone were buried deep into the ground. , seems to be used to ensure that the tombstone will not move too much, and a strange metal wire is exposed and shaking outside, mocking Khufu.

"Mom, Fuck." Khufu gasped subconsciously, exacerbating the greenhouse effect of this world.

With a clean loud noise, in the secret base underground of Mushu's house, the number on the laptop screen jumped and turned into 233. The bounty on the bounty website about an old Interpol was also revealed by a man codenamed Egg. The killer is completed, and with the completion of this task, the killers also fall into their own carnival.

People have been looking forward to what kind of unfettered assassination actions this old but still active killer will bring to them. Everyone has been waiting for too long and even speculated that this old guy will not commit crimes again this year. However, everyone did not expect that this old guy will still commit crimes. Give everyone a huge surprise.

After all the forces found out about the bounty target, they all took a breath of cold air. Many killers even came to Mushu's tomb to pay homage. Although they were caught by the Interpol, people thought that He is proud of this, and a group of followers spontaneously tattooed an egg on their bodies to commemorate this old guy.

However, this has nothing to do with Mushu lying in the coffin. Mushu, who originally thought he would enter hell to be judged by the Lord of Hell, found that he was not accepted by the Lord of Hell, nor by the so-called Satan or Lucifer.

"Is it because I was a flower grower but died on foreign soil, so there is no one in charge of my cross-border business?"

The dead Mushu only felt that he was walking in a dark place. Although he did not know why he was walking, Mushu still lifted his feet and moved forward in an unknown direction.

Also in the process of walking, Mushu slowly recalled his ordinary life.

Although Mushu is a killer, although innocent passers-by are involved every time, and although Liufeng is called a devil by many people.

But Mushu thinks that he is an ordinary person, a hard-working freelancer, a vulgar person with vulgar tastes, and an ordinary killer who will definitely get a lifetime achievement award if there is a competition among killers.

It's a pity that not many people believe it.

Mushu, who was getting tired from walking, hugged his legs and lay on the ground. He felt himself sinking deeper and deeper into the darkness and becoming more and more sleepy.

Suddenly a flash of light tore the darkness apart.

"Welcome to the world, Mushu."

Coming out of the black space, a man who looked like a shark was holding him.

The rough hands made the back of Mushu's head feel very uncomfortable, and the man's deep voice also made him feel irritated, but these were not as good as the physical and mental relaxation, which was a brand new self without any burden.

The lightness of his soul made Mushu feel extremely comfortable. At the same time, his brain was too slow to think too much and was flooded with sudden vision, hearing and other senses. Mushu was unable to think effectively and could only use the most instinctive way to think. Take the brunt of it all.

"Hahaha......"

"Honey, look at our son being born and you will laugh."

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