Ultimate Assassin: Start as the sixth floor in the Continental Hotel

I took off the fat guard's clothes with ease and put them on myself. My handsome suit and my small silenced pistol... forget it, put them in the corner of the closet first, and then wear them after the mission is completed. I don't want to. Leaving the mission site wearing this fat guard's clothes, because it seems this guy hasn't showered in days and his clothes smell like anise!

I stuffed the fat guard into the closet with some difficulty. I was a little worried that the fat guard might not sleep long enough, so I took out a small towel from the pocket of my suit and covered his mouth and nose for more than ten years. seconds, and then close the closet door.

The wardrobe in the guard room is large enough to accommodate two people.

I looked at my watch and saw that it was still early at 9:13 pm.

I sat on the chair in the monitoring room and looked at the monitoring screen. It seemed that the guard near the back door had woken up. He was still confused and fell asleep. Physical amnesia, the effect is outstanding.

In the grass not far away, there was a slight movement, and a small section of black clothes was exposed. It should be an ally of the Assassin Brotherhood who was investigating. He looked like a novice. No wonder the so-called master of the Assassin Brotherhood has such a high execution time requirement. Strictness turns out to be to take care of newcomers.

Fortunately, the location he chose happened to be the location I originally chose. That location was fairly hidden, and some minor flaws did not affect his latent effect.

The corners of my mouth slightly moved up a few pixels. Yes, I wanted to smile, but unfortunately I am a clone experimental subject and it is difficult for me to control my expression.

This clumsy young assassin reminds me of my students.

In the ICA's agent training class, I am now also a tutor. I am a killer who has no emotions. I am also very strict with my students, because the slightest flaw may make them worse in the assassination operation. Lose your life. Therefore, I must strictly demand them.

First of all, the first thing that students who want to become my number 47 have to do is shave their heads.

Bald head is the most suitable hairstyle for killers, bar none. Not to mention that people who play games have a saying called "bald head plus critical hit". Just by being bald, you can save money. You don't even need shampoo to wash your hair. You can directly apply shower gel to wash your hair and take a bath. It's very convenient. You don’t need to take care of it when you go out.

I must make it clear that I am not trying to make excuses because I am bald, no.

Ever since, the ICA's secret agent class had a big bald head on the stage and a group of small bald heads in the audience. Although it was funny, it was also very warm. I don’t know what’s going on with those little guys now…

This time it was a special mission, and they had not yet grown up enough to be able to work alone, so Diana and I worked together again. I really missed going on missions together like this.

Diana once asked me, after I broke away from my creator, an organization called the Divine Providence Mysteries, what would I say to my future students if I had them?

I told her I would say...

Oh, listen, the so-called killer...

The thoughts in my mind seemed to be drifting far away. Diana was chattering in the earphones about everything. I responded softly, but my eyelids became heavier and heavier...

For the first time, I fell asleep comfortably during the task.

……

"No. 47? No. 47! Don't sleep! The time is coming!"

The sound coming from the earphones suddenly woke me up. I looked at my watch. It was 1:42 in the morning. The clumsy new assassin seemed to be impatient with waiting. He still didn't practice enough. He can't be a killer if he is so impetuous. of.

The so-called killer must maintain absolute calm at all times so that he can control the situation.

"Got it. I'm already in place." I responded gently to Diana, and checked the fat guard in the closet. After thinking for a moment, I put a towel on his face for 15 seconds and let him sleep peacefully like a 200-pound man. baby.

As time passed by, I knew the action was about to begin. I stared at my watch and counted down silently.

"3...2...1!"

When the switch was turned off, the external light set went out instantly. In the darkness, the new assassin moved almost instantly.

"Good skills." That's what I commented.

His speed is very fast, and his sneaking posture is also very standard. Unfortunately... he is not very lucky.

He stepped on a plastic bottle, which must have been thrown away by the guard who I knocked out before, drinking water when he woke up.

I couldn't help but feel nervous. This child's mistake was fatal, because the sound of the plastic bottle being stepped on had already alerted the security captain.

The kid seemed a little panicked. He began to speed up and entered the back door almost a second before being discovered by the security captain.

I was relieved, but not completely relaxed. I chose to walk lightly to the door of the control room to check the situation. Maybe he would need help, because the security captain had not left yet.

The child was hiding in the corner and staring at the door, holding his breath. I leaned behind the door frame and looked at him with the corner of my eye. Fortunately, the security captain did not notice him.

I breathed a sigh of relief, walked out of the monitoring room, looked at him, and tried hard to control the muscles on my face to release a gentle smile. And he relaxed, turned around and saw me.

I was about to speak, but I saw the child suddenly raised his left arm in a strange gesture. Before I could react, I felt the world spinning.

And when I woke up, I realized that I was only wearing a pair of underwear.

I'm not clean anymore.

I have taken off other people's clothes for so many years, and today, I was stripped naked by a sixth-year novice assassin.

I couldn't help feeling sad, but Diana's voice brought my thoughts back.

"No. 47? No. 47? What happened? You didn't reply to my message for ten full minutes!"

"Diana..." I looked at my clean body in disbelief, and my eyes were a little moist. I really wanted to cry, but I couldn't. "I have stripped off other people's clothes for so many years, and today, for the first time, I was stripped off by someone else! Wuwuwuwu..."

"Okay, okay~ Don't cry, don't cry~"

Diana's comfort didn't make me happy. Now I just want to vent my frustration to her: "I'm not clean anymore..."

"Okay, bald baby, don't cry~"

This bad woman started talking about my hair problem again, but she really understood me best and knew that this would help me get back into shape quickly.

Yes, it only takes one word from her to cheer me up again. Being stripped by a newbie is nothing more than a little embarrassing. As long as this woman is by my side, I dare to kill even a god!

"Old aunt, don't say I'm bald!" I laughed and cursed, and then said softly: "Thank you, Diana."

I struggled to open the closet door and took out my suit and my small silenced pistol from the corner. I gently stroked the soft fabric and continued to lock the unconscious fat guard in the closet of the guard room.

The air-conditioned wind in the monitoring room made me feel a little cold, but I was thankful that I still had her company.

Pull up your pants, put on your shirt, tie your tie, and have a shiny shaved head!

I, Killer 47, a killer with no emotions.

I'm not in a good mood today. I really hope that the kid who took off my clothes will make more noise, because then I can vent my pent-up emotions by killing.

By the way, let me tell you my special line.

"Sorry, Death...is here to collect you."