The wanton life of a certain beauty

If you don't enter a tiger's den, you can't get a tiger's son!

The most important thing in life is to have a spirit of adventure.

Booker still knows this truth.

Isn’t it just that Booker needs to die once?

Is this difficult?

At the very least, for Booker, he has no psychological barriers.

what?

Ominous?

Ah.

"hiss!"

After returning to the hotel, Booker suddenly thought of something. He turned to look at Vivian, who was once again staying with him pretending to be a couple. He touched his chin and said, "Just in time, I can take advantage of this time. My funeral, let’s see how many people will come to my funeral.”

Nothing is a better test of friendship than a funeral.

Whether they are real good friends or fake friends will be clear when the funeral comes.

Booker's eyes lit up. When he thought of this, he felt no uneasiness and was even a little eager to try.

Vivian seemed a little surprised by this: "Do you still have friends?"

Booker was stunned and looked at Vivian.

This word...

Why don't I like to hear it so much?

What do you mean, you still have friends?

Booker corrected: "Ms. Vivian, your sentence should be a full stop."

Vivian shook her head: "No, it's just a question mark. I'm just a little surprised that you still have friends."

Booker laughed.

Vivian looked at Booker. No matter how she looked at it, she felt that this smile was a guilty smile: "I have been to your Star Building, and I know you quite well, Mr. Detective Underwood, but , if you want to say that the cat named Yumi is your friend, then you do have friends, friends outside of work."

"Ms. Vivian, I have many friends."

"for example?"

"For example, some of my classmates from university..."

Just when Booker was about to tell Vivian the names of some of his good gay friends in college to prove that he had friends, when he was about to say it, the door rang.

"Ding dong!"

After Booker opened the door, a room attendant handed over an envelope in his hand: "Sir, a lady left this at the front desk. Let us deliver it to your room."

After the room attendant finished speaking, he turned around and left.

Booker took the envelope, closed the door, and then neatly tore open the seal of the envelope. A note with the time and place fell from the envelope.

The time is tomorrow at five o'clock in the afternoon.

The location is next to the fountain with an angel statue in Central Park.

Booker raised his eyebrows.

Vivian walked over, glanced at Booker and said, "This should be the textile factory killer responsible for monitoring your actions."

Booker hummed and said nothing.

Vivian looked at Booker curiously: "Then what are you going to do now? You have to know that in order to get you to join them, I said a lot of good things to make Sloan believe that you are a willful killer. If you kill people for money, then you will definitely be ranked third on the killer list... No, No. 4."

"fourth?"

"Ah."

"Who are the top three?"

"Why are you asking this?"

Vivian looked at Booker, frowned and said, "You don't want to catch them, do you?"

Booker laughed: "Isn't it possible? Do you have a good relationship with them?"

Vivian shook her head: "No, I never deal with killers, I always deal with their bosses. However, I can give you a piece of advice, don't go to them, you will die, and die miserably!"

Booker smiled: "Is it so powerful?"

Vivian took two glasses of bourbon from the bar, handed one to Booker, took a sip, and then smiled and said to Booker: "John Wick, he has retired, but, He is still number one on the killer list, do you know why?"

John Wick?

That dog lover?

Booker listened to this familiar name and thought in his heart. His expression did not move at all, and he shook his head: "Tell me about it?"

"Killers don't have vacations!"

Vivian said this, looked at Booker and said: "As long as it is a killer, there are only two endings waiting for him. The first is that he fails the mission and is killed, and the second is that he is killed by his own people. Over the years, only John Wick has successfully retired. His boss gave him a task that was impossible to complete, but he still completed it."

Booker listened and nodded: "Where is No. 2?"

Vivian shrugged and said: "Arthur, a qualified killer needs a stable mentality, exquisite techniques, and killing invisible. This is an essential trait for a top killer, and Arthur is known as a mechanic in the industry. , perfectly fits this point. Among his hundreds of operational missions, none of them were noticed by the police, and they were all closed as accidents. Among them, guess how many of them were handled by the New York Police Department. case?"

The corner of Booker's mouth raised: "Really? I have only been in the Major Crime Bureau for a year."

In a word!

That's because I'm not in the homicide unit.

but……

This Arthur?

mechanic?

A machinist movie?

Is it the Arthur who killed his master and his master's son and apprentice?

Booker secretly wrote down the names of Arthur and John, and then looked at Vivian: "What about No. 3?"

"number!"

"what is this?"

"Codename."

Vivian said in a deep voice: "As for the job of a killer, what any killer organization wants most is a killer named after a number, because this digital killer can stably complete every task. There will be no setbacks in the mission due to any emotions. Compared to John and Arthur, this digital killer is as calm as an efficient machine that will execute the program after setting it!"

This is……

Hitman: Codename 47 series!

Booker listened to Vivian's description, the killer named by numbers, and the adjective of the machine. No matter how you look at it, it all looks like the killer: codename 47.

"so……"

After Vivian introduced the three killers who are currently ranked in the killer industry, Booker looked at Booker with a smile on his face and didn't know what he was thinking, and said: "As a friend, I advise you not to go to them. ,you will die."

Booker came back to his senses and looked at Vivian: "Then will you go to my funeral, my friend?"

The corners of Vivian's mouth raised in a very charming manner: "Of course, as a friend, will you tell me your plan?"

Booker laughed and took a sip of his glass of wine.

then……

"will not!"

Booker drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, then put his hand around Vivian's waist and leaned close to Vivian's ear: "Su Su said, the more beautiful a woman is, the less trustworthy you are. It’s beautiful, so I can’t tell you.”

Vivian: "..."