The Last Killer

Rafal woke up from a nightmare stared at by huge eyes, and found that the nightmare had become a reality: a black shadow oppressed above his head, and a cold sharp object pressed against his neck, as if his trachea would be severed in the next second.He swallowed back his exclamation and tried to touch the medical call button beside the bed, which was specially configured for his half-paralyzed self in the sixth district of the prison.

The sharp object pierced into the back of the moving hand in a second, nailing it to the bed sheet. "Hush," Sombra covered his mouth, "Cooperate, Mr. Stoke. As long as you cooperate, I promise to save your life."

Rafal was sweating coldly from the pain, but he still nodded calmly, showing his keen judgment as a gangster.From the black shadow, he smelled an extremely dangerous aura, sharp as a knife, so strong that it seemed to bleed—he was familiar with this dark aura, and knew that the best response at this time was to be obedient.

The shadow let go of his hand.Rafal took a few breaths, and asked tentatively, "You were sent by Rapper? I've already entered here, and he won't let me go?"

Hei Ying said coldly: "Don't worry, the struggle for power among your adoptive brothers has nothing to do with me."

Rafal breathed a sigh of relief: "Then you are..."

"I'm looking for you to inquire about a person."

"Who?"

"Enjoyer."

"Enjoyable? No, I don't know anyone with that name," Rafal said.

"Think patiently and recall carefully." Heiying said, "This is just a pseudonym, a code name. Maybe he never called himself that in front of you, but you are so familiar, you must know his hobbies and what he has done. Those things that cannot be seen, maybe once or twice once in a while, you have seen his signature at the end of the letter paper..."

Being instructed by the other party's persuasive tone, a name popped out of Rafal's mind. "Say it, that name." Sombra ordered, "You only have one second to judge how important it is compared to your life."

Rafal immediately made a choice: "Hayden Colten!"

The black shadow took in a breath silently, and then slowly exhaled, as if suppressing some violent and violent power to the extreme, once released, it would explode and destroy everything.

Rafal felt his throat constricted for a while, and the inexplicable sense of fear far exceeded the pain of his palm being pierced, and his chest even convulsed involuntarily.

After a while, Hei Ying asked in a deep voice, "Do you know how to find him?"

Rafal shook his head: "I haven't been in touch with him for many years, and we were just casual acquaintances before—" A cold finger suddenly touched the center of his eyebrows, and he immediately fell silent.

"I know much more than you think." Heiying said, "You used to be lovers. The reason why he was not caught by the police in the few cases he committed on the west coast is because Because of his own cunning and sophistication, but also because you have always protected him with your power, haven't you?"

Rafal was stunned, speechless.

"He used you until you lost the race to be the leader of the blood gang, then dumped you like a piece of human garbage without hesitation, and even sold you to Rapper for a big favor, that's what happened to you , isn't it?"

"Although you have no more love for him, your hatred is even deeper. You probably don't want to find him. You just don't have the ability to realize it, do you not?"

"Now is your chance. Provide me with clues, all the clues related to him, you will find that my ability is beyond your imagination, and my reward for you is - he will hear your words before he dies Name, do you want to know his expression at that moment?"

As if bewitched by the whispers of demons in the night, Rafal narrowed his eyes, and a strange ray of light gradually emerged from the corners of his wrinkled eyes, "That look must be beautiful..." he murmured, with deep memories With vicious joy, he finally laughed out of breath, "Oh, I really want to see it with my own eyes!"

Soi Ying had already prepared to stuff the asthma spray hidden under the pillow into his mouth, and said flatly, "You will know."

After the man who was hidden in the dark and never showed his face left, Rafal gritted his teeth and pulled out the pen nailed to the back of his hand. Like an owl in the night forest, he made a trill that was both laughing and crying.

After being vacant for a short period of time, Cell 1317 in the fifth block of Rekers Island Prison welcomed back to its original owner.The prison guard locked the door and left quickly. As soon as Sha Qing put his personal belongings on the bed, he heard light footsteps outside the door.

"Let me use my strength to bring you back from the sixth district. You better tell me that you have already dealt with the blood card of Rafal Stoke." Timothy leaned on the iron fence with his shoulders in a casual posture There was a threatening meaning in it, and he said to him with a half-face.

Sha Qing smiled at him: "Today I will be the last one to go to the laundry room."

In the evening, when the sanitation cleaning time was about to end, Sha Qing came to the laundry room with a basket of dirty clothes, and sure enough, he saw that it had been emptied.Timothy was sitting on a bench, leisurely reading a book.

"I thought you would be more patient, 'Godfather', at least wait until I unlock the code on that sign." Sha Qing said.

Timothy put down the book, got up and said, "You just need to get the sign, and I will take care of the rest." He stretched out an arm gracefully, as if the monarch on the throne was satisfied with the contributions of his subjects, the gift They kissed the honor of his fingertips. "Take it here, you will not lose one-fifth of the previous promise."

Sha Qing smiled and shook his head: "Why do I have a hunch that once you get the sign, I won't be able to see the sun tomorrow? I know that according to your means, there are at least a hundred ways to make me quietly Die quietly in prison, I can't take that risk."

Timothy hooked the corners of his mouth with a half-smile and raised his eyebrows, which was a sign of his anger: "If you don't give it to me now, I guarantee you won't even see today's dinner."

"One-fifth, [-] million US dollars, that's a huge sum of money, and it's worth a desperate person like me fighting for it." Just before the other party's face was completely gloomy, Sha Qing took out a huge ring from his pocket , tossing it up and down like a game, "Sure enough, real money is more attractive. Compared with this stuff, it's too artistic, even if it's melted down, it's not worth a lot of money."

After seeing the ring clearly, Timothy's face suddenly changed, and he lost his voice: "Why is it in your hand? Alessio? Damn it, he even gave you the 'seal'?! You idiots! You two—" He closed his eyes, then opened them quickly, as if he suppressed his anger for a moment, but the murderous intent could not be restrained from seeping out of his ashen complexion.

"Give me the ring!" he said every word.

"No problem," Sha Qing readily agreed, "In exchange, that brand can stay with me for a few more days, right?"

Timothy didn't answer, his gray-blue eyes were cold.

Sha Qing knew that the other party reluctantly agreed, flicked his finger, threw the ring over, and said with a smile: "Don't be angry, godfather, from another point of view, this is a good thing for you. You see, your brother is not Don't care about this 'stamp' as much as you think, so he entrusted me to give it back to you. He said that as long as no key interests are involved, your brotherhood can always be good. And for me, this is also a good thing , which shows that Alessio cares about me more than I imagined, so that he can safely hand over such an important item to me. All in all," he paused deliberately, sounding triumphant, "You got the 'scepter' and I got the 'true heart', the best of both worlds, right? You don't really want to kill me and make your good brother sad to death, do you?"

Timothy grabbed the ring, stared at him blankly, and finally spat out a word: "Shameless!"

Sha Qing spread his hands rascally: "But your brother loves me."

The godfather felt his temple throbbing.He put the ring on the thumb of his right hand, and snorted coldly as if in compromise: "I'll give you a week to unlock the code on that sign and tell me where old Vaughn's secret vault is."

"I obey, Your Majesty." Sha Qing bowed with his arms bent like in a stage play.

Timothy left in anger, and the two men guarding the door followed him.In a short time, there was only one person left in the laundry room.

"For the sake of your good style, I'll give you a parting gift--under the floor tiles of the laundry room in the fifth section of the tomb, look for it carefully."

Recalling Gan's whispers, Sha Qing smiled slightly, and glanced across the room: What could be the gift of a professional killer... a dagger?gun?Or something more different?

During dinner, Sha Qing didn't see Wolf Stick at the fixed location, and Malvo, the black fat man in another corner, was also missing.Kienig told him that because the brawl was too loud a few days ago, in order to warn the two gangs, the prison authorities took Wolfstick and Marvolo to a small dark room, and they couldn't come back for ten days and a half months.

"With short manpower, they still gave the boss face. If the regulations are followed, they will have to be locked up for at least two or three months." Kienig said with a wounded arm hanging, "But it doesn't matter, it's not closed anywhere. When we think of our violent After beating up the cripples and letting out a bad breath, I feel very happy! I don’t know when the next war will be, life is really boring..."

Sha Qing’s eyes turned away from him, and glanced at the other prisoners—day after day of captivity, the hopelessness of not seeing the sun, uniformly rendering the faces of these people a gloomy and decadent color, only the smell of blood can stimulate them a little Nervous nerves are like a group of mice kept in a garbage dump, killing each other for a little food scraps, even if they are full, they will kill each other, because they don't know what else to do besides fighting.

After finishing pushing the stainless steel dinner plate in front of him, he got up and left the restaurant, walking towards the landline at the end of the aisle.After swiping his ID card, he called lawyer Canning's mobile phone, ignored the other party's gracious greeting (he knew very well that the other party had gained fame and fortune in his case), and said bluntly: "In order to get my specific information, Chanier contacted You've touched it, right? Tell him, let the little wolf dog come over with a frisbee in his mouth to claim the reward, and I've got bone biscuits ready."

After putting down the receiver, he turned around and faced the figure who appeared at the corner of the corridor—it was Simon, who seemed to have been standing there watching him for a while, hesitating whether to come over, whether to say hello casually, or to say hello. Say something to express your excitement.

Seeing the young prison guard's hesitation to speak, Sha Qing almost gave up a part of his plan - but it was only a momentary wavering, his eyes quickly cooled down, and he took the initiative to walk towards Simon: "Good evening, sir."

"You can call me Simon directly." The other party said softly.

"Okay, Simon," Sha Qing said, "I need your help."

Simon's eyes lit up, making the ugly face glow with vitality: "What, what? Please tell me, what can I do for you?"

With an unusually cold expression, Sha Qing leaned into the other party's ear and whispered. Under the bleak fluorescent light, his cheeks were as pale as a shroud.

A week later.

Timothy stopped Sha Qing on the playground where the wind was released: "It's time, have you deciphered the code yet? If you can't, give me the sign."

"Come to my room at night." Sha Qing dropped a sentence and passed by.

At nine o'clock in the evening, all the prisoners stood in a row on the yellow line of the aisle and were called. After the roll call, the prisoners returned to their cells, the iron doors were locked, and the lights in the aisle were turned off.Timothy took a few steps back diagonally and entered the next cell, but the prison guard locked the door without saying a word as if he hadn't seen him.

The cell with the lights off was shrouded in darkness, and only the outline of the figure sitting on the edge of the bed could be barely seen.After his eyes got used to the dark environment, Timothy stepped forward and said, "Say it, don't play tricks..."

"I didn't unlock the code." Sha Qing interrupted him, "According to the agreement, I will give you the blood card, and you can study it yourself, but I must not lose one-fifth of it."

Timothy sneered in his heart and reached out to him.

Sha Qing got up and took off the metal chain around his neck, and handed it over.The moment the other party's fingers firmly grasped the sign, he yanked it violently, then bent his knees and slammed into the opponent's lower abdomen.

Caught off guard, Timothy groaned in pain when he bumped into him.But as the leader of the gang, he has also put in a lot of effort in fighting skills, enduring the pain and punching back.

The moment his wrist was strangled, he felt his head spinning, his chin and chest hit the bed frame with a bang, and his eardrums buzzed.It took several seconds for him to wake up, and found that his wrists and ankles had been tied behind his back by shoelaces, and he could not move.

...is that the end?His various fighting skills have not yet been used!

With a sense of unreality towards the whole world, Timothy lay on the floor in a daze, his mood was indescribable.It turns out that all the fear, nervousness, and vigilance that the other party showed in front of him before were all just pretending?Just like a wild beast deliberately restraining its minions and holding its breath, it only shows its sharpness at the moment it pounces on its prey!

Sha Qing sat down on his back, he took off the metal chain between his fingers, and hung it back around his neck. "Don't be depressed, godfather, I know you are better at using guns than low-end products like fists." He patted Timothy on the shoulder and said jokingly.

"...What do you want to do, take that money for yourself?" Timothy finally recovered from the shock, and asked through gritted teeth, "You want to fight the whole gang by yourself? Do you know what the word mafia means? You idiot?"

"Of course, it means that even I don't want to easily offend some behemoth." Sha Qing replied nonchalantly, "But I can't let you stare at me like a surveillance probe, it will destroy my plan." He said While talking, he carried Timothy onto the bed and covered him tightly from head to toe with a quilt.When doing this, his movements were light and gentle, and he even carefully tucked the corner of the quilt, as if he was using practical actions to prove to the other party: Look, I still respect your noble status.

For the first time in his magnificent life, Timothy felt powerless frustration, "You are dead, Elvis!" He said in a low voice, "I will do everything in my power to hunt you down and kill you Destroyed, even Alessio can't stop..."

"Be rational, Godfather, doing this will not bring any real benefits to you and your gang. It's not worth fighting with a desperado just to vent your anger." Sha Qing still used that maddeningly calm expression He said in a tone of voice, "Oh, by the way, don't worry about the [-] million dollars. The secret vault is nothing at all. I made it up and spread it. The fact is just like what you said, the seven blood cards are old The leash Worgan built for his adopted sons to show his control."

Timothy almost spat out blood.He mumbled something, but he couldn't hear it wrapped under the quilt, so Sha Qing sealed his mouth with tape, got up and walked to the cell door.

After waiting for a while, the sound of footsteps approaching from far away, the iron door was opened, Simon leaned in half of his body, and asked nervously, "How are you, are you ready?"

Sha Qing nodded, raised his chin towards the bed, "Can you see it?"

Simon took a photo with a flashlight, vaguely saw half of the back of the head, nodded and said, "I probably won't find it."

There is another roll call at one o'clock in the morning, but the prison guards usually don't enter the cell, they just take a photo with a flashlight through the iron grille, as long as they see someone on the bed.As for Room 1316, I just put a few pillows under the quilt to deal with it. Today's prison guard on duty is Timothy's connection, and he will never enter his room to investigate.

In this way, he will have at least ten hours to move around, and if all goes well, he will have enough time.

Simon walked out of the prison area with Sha Qing, and took out a set of prison guard uniforms in the dark for him to change into.Using Simon's ID card, they quickly left District [-], boarded a special vehicle for prison guards parked by the side of the road, and headed west toward Rekers Island.

The "Tenth District" in the night is not gloomy. The huge barge with five floors added is like an ancient sea beast, majesticly entrenched on the shore.The searchlights that swept by from time to time reflected dazzling light on its snow-white shell, and also fully illuminated the parked vehicle and the two prison guards who got out of the vehicle.

Sha Qing pulled the brim of his hat and pressed it down.Simon used the back of his hand to block the glare in front of his eyes, and made an internal gesture towards the opponent, and the searchlight moved away immediately.

They walk onto the pier.Even near the water's edge, there are barbed wire grids everywhere, and Rex Island is like a strictly guarded pass, preventing all possibilities of invasion and escape.

"Only the railings on the outer deck of the barge are not equipped with power grids, because the hull is a closed space, and it is impossible for prisoners to go up to the deck." Simon took out another ID card with a different color, "This card can be used in the tenth district. Tongtong is a temporary card that I got when I went there to take over last week, and it hasn’t been canceled yet, so I can use it to open the iron door leading to the deck.”

Sha Qing said: "Come with me, you know that when things come to light tomorrow, you will definitely be involved after layers of investigation. I don't want you to be sentenced because of me."

Simon shook his head: "I can't run around like you. I don't have that kind of ability. I will be arrested or even killed sooner or later. I'd rather stay here honestly and wait for the ruling of the law."

Sha Qing was silent for a moment, and said: "I am harming you and using you. As long as you yell or press the siren, you can stop all this and save your own fate. You have to think carefully, Simon, this It's too unfair to you... You have done this for me, and now even if you send me back to the fifth district, I will not have any dissatisfaction with you."

"If you want to say it's unfair, what this whole fucked-up society has done to Saria and our family is the real unfairness!" Simon replied flatly, "From the beginning to the end, I took the initiative to ask you to help you, and now I want to show you A posture of an innocent being used, please forgive me for not being able to do it. Killing, I am your accomplice, I am willing and willing to be your accomplice, even if sentenced, I feel the need to do so. This is my will , even you, can't force me to go against my will?" Finally, he said half-jokingly.

Sha Qing sighed and hugged him hard, "Okay, I owe you."

"You don't owe anyone, they owe you." Simon pushed the card into his hand, "Let's go, kill, my car can't stay outside for too long, it will be suspected, the next road, You go by yourself."

Sha Qing took one last look at him before turning and walking towards the barge.

He will go up to the deck, climb over the railing, jump into the sea, and escape from Rex Island without a sound.Under the water not far away, there is a civilian mini-submarine eagerly waiting for him. This time it will not escape early like the seaplane on Luna Island, because the owner of the submarine wants to pay for the "[-] million US dollars" in the blood card. ", even the soul can be sold to the devil without hesitation, let alone just a mere legal bitch.

The fifth district, cell 1317 in the prison district.

Timothy heard the sound of the iron door opening again, and kicked the quilt vigorously with his bound feet.The quilt covering his face was lifted, and he saw the face of prison guard Simon.

"Hmm..." Help me untie it!He twisted his neck and said.

The laces were tied so tightly that it was difficult to untie them with bare hands. "Wait a minute," said Simon, rummaging around the cell.Soon he found a homemade knife, which was lost by Langstick's subordinates while playing checkers. He had seen Da Qing carry it on the eve of the "war".

Simon took the pocket knife, went to the bed and bent down.

Timothy turned his bound hands and feet towards each other, and suddenly felt a chill in his back.The coolness quickly spread from the chest to the whole body like an ice cone, and then the sharp pain came long afterward.His eyes widened in disbelief...

Simon suppressed Timothy with all his strength, preventing the other party's dying struggle, until the strength of the struggle gradually weakened, and then he slumped down along the side of the bed.He was panting heavily, his heart seemed to be torn apart under the tremendous pressure, tension and fear filled his brain, and he could only hear the gurgling of blood and the heavy breathing of the other party's dying... The sound was like a hacksaw. Dragging back and forth in the eardrum, he covered his ears hard, trembling as if he was in a world of ice and snow.

After a long time, the sound disappeared.Simon propped up his limp body and climbed onto the bed to check.The once all-powerful party leader died quietly in a dark cell of a prison when he was about to be released after serving his sentence.And until the moment before he died, his eyes were still unacceptably wide open, as if he was still casting an angry questioning gaze on the unknown mastermind behind the scenes.

Simon's mood has basically calmed down.He took off the ring from Timothy's thumb, left the murder weapon on the body, pulled off the quilt and covered it again, took off the thin rubber gloves, stuffed them together with the ring into his pocket, closed the iron gate and walked out of the prison area.In the empty duty room, he took out his mobile phone from the drawer and dialed a number: "It's done, he's dead... I used a killing knife with his fingerprints on it, even if it wasn't, There are also people who can prove that he won the knife... I don't know where the killing is, I haven't seen him after the lights are off... You release the man first before I can give you the ring... You release my parents first or I'll throw the ring into the sea, did you fucking hear me?!"

He roared uncontrollably, slammed his phone to the floor, then squatted down, covering his face with his hands, sobbing softly in the dark.

In front of a floor-to-ceiling window in New York's federal detention center, Alessio snorted contemptuously, dismissing the weak threats on the other end of the phone.He knew that as long as he held the old couple in his palms, Simon would never dare to resist. Since he could avenge his kindness, he would naturally offer Timothy's life and the ring obediently.

Farewell, brother, if I were in an ordinary family, I would also like to be good brothers with you, but unfortunately... Alessio shrugged regretfully.As for the finalization, it is bound to bear the scapegoat and welcome the revenge gunfire from the Berardi family.

——The escorting prison guard came over and knocked on the iron door with his baton, reminding him that it was time to set off.Da Qing put the ring in his underwear pocket, got up and walked towards the door.Alessio couldn't help but grab his wrist, and before the other party shook it off, he whispered in his ear: "Be careful... everyone."

"I warned you a long time ago, be careful of everyone—" Alessio's eyes seemed to dim for a moment, but they were filled with ambition immediately.He pushed open the window, took a deep breath of the harsh winter air, and sighed out the second half of the sentence that he hadn't said at the time: "Especially me."

The seventh volume is finished