The Last Killer

The personal interview was unexpectedly simple. Several questions were asked, such as "Are there any relatives and friends in the local area?" The contract of the non-disclosure agreement was notified that he was officially admitted, and he entered the training period from the same day.

He was taken to a room similar to a dormitory, which contained a wardrobe and six single beds, half of which already had owners. The young Asian who occupied the seat by the window was Luo Yi who had just met.Because the previous conversation broke up unhappy, Shanier did not go to say hello, and Luo Yi didn't seem to intend to hook up with him, and lay on the bed with Erlang's legs crossed to play cards.

Others came in one after another, filling up all the beds, and I don't know how many of the 24 people were admitted in the end.

Solved the problem of eating, and now there is a bed that is not comfortable but clean enough for him to rest. Shanier felt satisfied for the time being, and fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow. If he was not awakened by a scream in the middle of the night, he would Will sleep till dawn.

——It was a Hispanic man in the opposite bed, howling with tears in his throat, banging his head on the iron bed frame, and waking up everyone in the room.Immediately, two staff members heard the sound and helped him out.

... This guy is probably addicted to drugs and kicked out.Everyone thought about it in silence, and fell back to sleep as nothing to do with themselves.

Unexpectedly, 10 or [-] minutes later, the Hispanic came back feeling smoky, and floated to his bed, groaning happily from his throat, wanting to be promoted to immortality contentedly.

Old Hei in the next bed couldn't help asking curiously: "Hey, buddy, did they make you happy?"

The Hispanic was giggling, still in a trance.

The other two also yelled, "How can there be such a good thing?" "Damn it, I knew they would have to add toppings just now, ordinary cigarettes are so boring!" "What are the conditions, or is it limited supply? ?”

The Hispanic shook his head, and answered with a blissful air: "Company benefits are only available once a day...I get K fans."

The rest of the people became even more excited, chattering and chattering, and the impatient Old Hei was about to go get it immediately, so he really made him call a staff member and put five cigarettes on the table.

Old Hei couldn't wait to light the fire and took a deep breath, and complained: "It's just marijuana, don't you have more high-end stuff?"

The staff smiled, left a sentence and walked out of the room: "Company benefits are linked to performance. The better you do, the higher the salary will be."

Everyone was very happy when they heard this, and they stood up to collect cigarettes one after another, Shanier also took one without saying a word.

Everyone smoked their shares and found that there was one left on the table.Old Hei held it between his fingers, scanned the room and asked, "Who didn't take it?" He looked at the Asian young man in the bed by the window: "You don't want it? If you don't want it, just give it to me."

Luo Yi said casually, "It's up to you."

Old Hei was about to light a cigarette when he got up, Shanier got up and pulled it out, lit it on the half of the cigarette near his mouth, and handed it to Luo Yi, "Come on, no one doesn't fly leaves these days." He stared at him , with a malicious smile, "Are you really a gangster?"

Luo Yi watched him and didn't speak until Chanier almost wanted to turn his head to avoid his gaze, then reached out to take the cigarette, and puffed it up.

Shanier can be sure that he is a complete neophyte in this regard-but only after two or three puffs, after 10 seconds, he began to look confused, slowly closed his eyes, and the eyeballs kept rolling under the thin eyelids .

All kinds of weird and imaginative fragments were intertwined and filled his brain, as if a pot of hodgepodge was boiled inside.The chaotic picture, accompanied by the white dizziness, swirled before his eyes, his thinking leaped forward, and inspiration emerged, like a fortune-teller being involved in another world in meditation.His whole body was weakly relaxed, and he felt his spine and erogenous zone go numb and hot.He was cold and thirsty, dazed slowly and lucid quickly.When the consciousness began to hallucinate, he opened his eyes like sleepwalking, and laughed uncontrollably at the men in the room.

Shanier was blown away by this smile.

He was not the only one who was bewitched, Lao Hei bent down and held Luo Yi's knee, and touched up along his thigh.

Chanier snapped off that hand, and took a step closer to the furious black man: "Want to fight?!" He declared war coldly and brutally.

Lao Hei stood tit for tat against him for a while, as if he smelled the scent of a desperado licking blood from the other party, his momentum weakened, and he returned to his bed with a cold snort.

Shanier stared at everyone, and the latter avoided eye contact, which was a sign of weakness.So he sat directly on the bed of the Asian youth and silently declared his ownership.

Luo Yi grabbed his trousers sideways, still smiling out of nowhere.Chanier lowered his head and stared at his face, his thick long eyelashes drew two slender shadows on his fair complexion, trembling with distinct black and white, inciting innocent and enchanting temptation.

For a while, Shanier couldn't see through this young man: on the one hand, he shamelessly sold his flesh and blood, and on the other hand, he was rarely seen clean and self-sufficient.Dirty and magnanimous, these two incongruous qualities blend naturally in him, and one cannot help but want to find out.

Being attracted by a male prostitute... This is really a new experience, Shanier curled his lips in a self-deprecating manner.He was quite interested in fooling around with Luo Yi, but not in this unconscious state, let alone bystanders.

Half an hour later, the effect of the medicine gradually faded. Luo Yi hugged his head that had been robbed by chaos and excitement, and moaned in a low voice: "Damn... next time someone asks me to smoke marijuana, I will light the cigarette and stuff it into his asshole go in!"

Shanier laughed, "It's a bit uncomfortable for the first time, and you'll fly to the sky in the future - just like doing that, isn't it."

"It's okay if you do too much." Luo Yi grunted, as if expressing disdain.

Shanier smiled and rubbed his messy hair, thinking that this guy is really straightforward and cute.

The next morning, all the admitted people were shot up (Eighteen in total by Chanier's rough count), efficiently sent to the bus, transported to the airport, and then boarded a plane without any markings on the fuselage small airliner.

The cover of the porthole of the plane was fixed and could not be opened. Everyone asked about the destination, but the flight attendant just smiled and shook his head, reminding them not to forget the confidentiality agreement.

Shanier watched coldly, the suspicion in his heart deepened, and he couldn't help asking Luo Yi who was sitting beside him in a low voice: "Don't you think... something is wrong?"

"About what?" Luo Yi yawned and asked lazily.

"All, advertisements, interviews, overly high benefits, inexplicable non-disclosure agreements, sneaky planes..." Shanier finished in one breath, and sought approval again with a very serious voice: "Don't you really feel weird? Since Why would they hire people like us when they're rich enough to afford a private jet?"

Luo Yi squinted at him, "What do you mean 'people like us'? I don't think I'm inferior."

"...that's not the point! Hell, can you be more dull?"

Seeing that he was a little out of breath, the Asian young man hooked his neck with a smile, and murmured with his lips against his ear: "Why do you care so much? Life just passes away like this. The world is full of bastards." Egg, only money is a real good thing, think about it, thirty thousand dollars, I can sell my ass for these green papers, so why hesitate."

At this moment, Shanier really felt that he was a heartless bastard.

But this bastard got into his eyes, and even the air out of his breath made him itchy and unbearable.He grabbed the opponent's hand and pressed it on his crotch, letting him feel the rapidly hard and expanding part inside. "Fuck this, you bitch," Shanier said breathlessly, "when he gets the money, he'll fuck you till you cry."

Luo Yi casually scratched through the fabric a few times, "I'll look forward to it." He withdrew his hand without interest.

Shanier tilted his head as if venting his anger, and bit his neck gently.

"Don't make trouble!" Luo Yi shrank his shoulders and patted his head with a smile, "Why are you biting people like a dog?"

It's more than just biting, if it weren't for the full attention of everyone, he would be able to tear this bastard apart from head to toe and eat it up right now, even if the overlord attacks hard - he doesn't believe that the other party can beat him.

Time passed quickly in obsession, and the plane landed a few hours later.They walked down the gangway and found that they were in a somewhat rudimentary small airport.

Shanier stayed at the cabin door for a few seconds, trying to look into the distance, only to see a large stretch of green jungle.There was a fishy and salty smell in the wind, and the air was very humid. He suspected that this place might be a coastal area, or an island in the sea.

"Welcome to Luna Island." The flight attendant said goodbye to them with a sweet smile, "You will spend the most unforgettable time in your life here."

Everyone boarded a pickup in a daze and novelty, bumped for more than half an hour on the dirt road opened in the jungle, and finally came to a base surrounded by fences.

The base is composed of three square buildings that look like military camps, and a very wide square in the middle, surrounded by open spaces dotted with low shrubs, and further away is a lush dense forest.

There were some people standing in groups of three or four on the square, and there were nearly forty of them combined with my own car. It seemed that the company was not only recruiting job seekers from New York.Seeing such a large number of people, Shanier was a little relieved, thinking that there should be no major problems.

"What are you looking at?" He patted Luo Yi's shoulder, who was looking around, and reminded: "We are allocating a residence."

A luxurious-looking helicopter landed at a small airport. The silver-gray fuselage was spray-painted with the goddess Artemis in a long skirt and a graceful figure. Below it was a crescent-shaped LOGO inlaid with the Latin name of "Luna Club". arts.

The hatch slid open, and two white men stepped out one after the other.The former is in his fifties, with a short and fat body, and his top is probably bald due to excessive oil, and his brown-red hair is coiled around his ears in loose ends.He jumped out of the cabin first, then looked back at his companions, with a hint of nervousness and fear in his posture.

The latter is a young man in his 30s, with a tall and straight body, which stretches out a set of expensive suits into a shape that best suits the designer's wishes.Like those mature gentlemen who are proud of their identity and temperament, he has a neat and smooth combed back hair, dark hair and eye color, which complement the slightly Eurasian facial features, and is a kind of arrogant and alienated handsome.

"Your movements are a bit stiff, Edman," he said in a condescending tone as he approached the elder, "is it due to arthritis?"

Edman raised his shoulders a little apprehensively, tried to make his movements more natural, and said with a dry smile: "No, old arms and legs, it doesn't work anymore." He turned his head and looked in the direction of the airport entrance, almost The car was approaching quickly and lightly, and finally stopped a dozen meters in front of them.

A Caucasian man in a suit got out of the car, surrounded by bodyguards in camouflage, and stepped forward. "Hi, old friend, it's been a while, how are you?" He hugged Edman, and then warmly extended his hand to the handsome young gentleman next to him: "Welcome to the club, Garcia? Mr. Young, I am Oliver Green, the secretary of the president. We try our best to provide the best quality service to our members, if there is anything unsatisfactory, please tell me."

Garcia withdrew his hand after touching him for two seconds, and said with a half-smile: "Thank you, sir, may I make a small comment first—your censorship system is too strict, if it weren't for Edman I am willing to introduce you, but I am afraid I can't even touch your door."

Oliver smiled helplessly, "Sorry, the rules of the club are like this. All newcomers who want to join the club must be recommended by old members. It is not aimed at you, Mr. Yang. You also know that we are just a small circle and a non-mainstream club. The world is hard, and survival is not easy!"

Garcia nodded slightly with tolerance, and then said, "What's the next arrangement?"

"I think Edman should have given you a general introduction." Oliver made an inviting gesture and walked towards the car with him, "The official activities of this phase will start the day after tomorrow, and relevant details will be introduced and equipment will be distributed at that time. During this period, we will try our best to meet the various needs of our guests—did you know that our nightingales here are very good?"

Garcia knows that "Nightingale" is a code word in the club, referring to those sex slaves who have been carefully trained and are exclusively for the guests to play with. Both men and women are stunners, but his interest is obviously not in that. "The day after tomorrow? Well, I will wait patiently. Can I take a tour of the island before this?"

"Of course, but only this one."

"This one?"

"Luna Island is actually two adjacent twin star islands. The one we are on is slightly smaller." Oliver said, pointing to the southeast direction casually, "There is also a slightly larger one over there as an activity field. Open to members."

Garcia looked in the direction he was pointing. The dense jungle blocked the view, and he couldn't see anything more than treetops and blue sky.

These are two of the more than 3 islands dotted across the vast Pacific Ocean. He squinted his eyes in the fishy sea breeze, and after a few seconds of trance, he leaned over and got into the car.

Edman hesitated outside the car door, and said a little stammeringly, "How about I just go back? You all know that my legs and feet are not good now, and I can't play anymore..."

Oliver smiled and said: "Oh, my dear old man, don't be so low, you are still as strong as a tiger, killing a deer or two is not a problem at all. Besides, it doesn't matter if you don't want to participate in the activities, you can stay in the clubhouse , play as you want... Don't you miss the beautiful Dorothy? She never forgets you."

Edman was still dawdling and unwilling to get into the car.

"Get in the car, Edman." Garcia raised his thick black eyebrows, showing a hint of displeasure.Edman was jealous of him, suppressed his reluctance, and sat in the parking space next to him.

Oliver and the bodyguard also got into their respective luxury cars and drove out of the small airport one file at a time.

Garcia tapped the button with his knuckle, and the partition between the driver's seat and the rear compartment rose, blocking the driver from the metal plate.

Edman fidgeted more and more, sweat rolled from his thinning hair.Garcia turned to look at him, until he took out his handkerchief to wipe his sweat frequently, then he said with a half-smile: "What are you afraid of, think about who is behind you?"

Edman's hands that wiped his sweat stopped.He suddenly straightened his round waist unconsciously, as if he was leaning against an unshakable god statue behind him.He cleared his throat and said in a sticky southern accent that he couldn't get rid of no matter how hard he tried, "I'm definitely not going to this event."

"of course."

"——You promised not to overturn the old account, and the previous one will be written off."

"Yes."

"—and to ensure my personal safety."

"As long as you don't make your own claims."

Edman breathed a sigh of relief, stopped sweating, stuffed the handkerchief back into his pocket, slumped on the leather backrest, and muttered, "What a pity..."

"You should feel lucky," Garcia replied coldly, "you still have the chance to redeem yourself."

Edman sighed deeply and stopped talking.

The black Maserati executive car glides smoothly on the wide road, heading towards the top of the hill along the gentle slope. The Luna Club's huge and gorgeous castle-like clubhouse is standing on the commanding height of the jungle island waiting for them.