Killer Loves Otaku

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This roar that made Xiaotian happy has been accompanied by his growth until...until the master passed away and lost the ability to "roar".

When Yemo's doctor officially announced the master's death, Xiaotian felt that his eyes were wet, and several drops of water fell from his feet.

Looking up, the sun is hanging high in the sky, and there is no cloud in the sky.

It turned out that these were tears, as expected, salty and bitter.

As a killer, facing death is their daily routine, but why does he shed tears?Xiaotian himself doesn't understand.

Shouldn't death be happiness?Isn't the dilated pupil revealing extreme joy?But why did the master frown?What is the meaning of his eyes that have been refusing to close?Xiaotian still doesn't understand.

Wiping his face with his sleeve, Xiaotian ascended to Yemo's "Heavenly Killer" position with a bewildered expression.

That year, Xiaotian was 12 years old, and he was the youngest "Heavenly Killer" in Yemo's history. He broke the record for the youngest age of the three major killers in Yemo, and broke the glasses of a thousand people.

To Xiaotian, going out on a mission is nothing more than a game, a trip, and an exciting fun.He doesn't care about the success of the task, he likes to enjoy the process of completing the task.However, although he is playful, Xiaotian has never failed as the world's No. [-] Yemotian Killer.

In the past, Xiaotian was very surprised to see people in Yemo being punished for failed missions.Especially the "ground kill", he couldn't understand at all, why the ground kill who is better than his kung fu and marksmanship always fails to complete the task?Asking him to help clean up the mess... It's really strange, Xiaotian can't figure it out.

In his view, in this society where the weak prey on the strong, force is everything.Those who are weak, those who have no ability to protect themselves, it doesn't matter if they die.

However, when Xiaotian was 14 years old, his views changed.

For, a cake, a broken cake.

It was a story about the start of a run that was so exhilarating.

Xiaotian stepped on a skateboard and shuttled quickly among the crowd. The street scenes on both sides receded rapidly, blurring like a smeared oil painting.

The target did not escape his sight: a man in gray clothes was holding a crying child, although he was in a busy city, he was still very eye-catching.

Xiaotian smiled and slowed down, gliding slowly behind the man, he was not in a hurry to complete the task.Because he likes this exciting chasing game, and especially enjoys the frightened expression of the "prey" during the game.

The man's footsteps were much slower, while looking back, he tried to comfort the crying child in his arms.

Xiaotian was only about 15 meters away from the man, and he was skating leisurely with his hands in his trouser pockets.In the eyes of others, Xiaotian is no different from the skateboard boys who appear in New York every day, except of course the M1911 that has already been loaded in his trouser pocket.

At a corner cake shop, the man stopped helplessly, because the child in his arms was crying to eat Junior's fresh cream cake.The man knew that the killer was watching around, and he could ignore the child's crying, or kill the child... But he stopped, regardless of the danger of his life, to buy a piece of cake to coax the child.

The man handed out a fifty-dollar bill and took the beautifully shaped cake.Before he could give it to the little man in his arms, he felt a hard object on his waist.

"Why stop?" Xiaotian leaned gently behind the man, passers-by seemed to think that he was a little closer in line.

"This child stayed with me for two years!" The man seemed calm, but the trembling voice revealed the panic in his heart.

"Do you love her?" Xiaotian couldn't stand the curiosity, put his hand on the man's shoulder, exerted a slight force, and the man left the cake shop with the child in his arms.

"..." The man didn't speak, but just handed a piece of the cake he just bought to the child.The five-year-old child knows what is dangerous and what is not, and he still insists on letting the man feed him as usual.

"You don't love her?" Seeing the child crying at the top of his voice, Xiaotian became a little impatient. He came to play games, but he didn't want to bring the child.

"..." The man still didn't speak, turned his head slightly, and glanced at Xiaotian.He took something out of his chest and stuffed it into the cake.

[Poof──] The M1911 with the silencer installed fired a bullet.

In the alley, the man fell to the ground, and the little boy was crushed under him.

Xiaotian stepped forward and wanted to hug the child, but found that the man was holding on to that slender waist tightly and wouldn't let go.

"Let go! You've already lost!" Watching the red liquid slowly flow out from the man's body, Xiaotian said more and more impatiently.The game is over, what else does this desperate man want to do?

"Please... child..." The man let go of his hand, and then grabbed Xiaotian's trouser leg.

"The child is not yours, you are so worried!" Xiaotian complained depressingly after stepping on the man's hand but failed.Why is this person so difficult today?He patted the little boy in his arms, but heard a deafening cry.

"This... Please give it to her..." The other straight hand stretched out, holding the cake just now.The scent of the cream had been covered by the rusty smell of blood, Xiaotian frowned and refused to accept it, but the little boy stretched out his arms.

"Are you sure she will want this rotten cake?" With the child in his arms leaning forward to get the cake, Xiaotian's frown was even more knotted.

"She...she wants the...of..." Before finishing speaking, the man died, and the boy began to tear the tattered cake wrapping paper.

"The rotten cake inside?" Slapped off the little boy's hands covered in cream, let the cake roll to the ground, wanted to turn around and leave, lest anyone come to this alley, but found the child in his arms was crying and dying. "Why? Do you like cakes so much? You can't eat that one anymore. I'll buy you a new one later..." Out of the corner of my eye, I seemed to catch sight of something shiny, as if the man stuffed it with something just now. into the cake?Xiaotian stopped his constantly moving lips, and squatted down curiously.

Pushing aside the cream, a slender ring emerged, a tiny diamond sparkling in the sun.

"A proposal?" He picked up the ring in doubt, wiped it with his sleeve, and saw [ILOVEYOU] engraved inside the ring.

"Uncle──Uncle──" The little boy took the opportunity to climb out of Xiaotian's arms, and pushed the man on the ground who was gradually getting cold.

An old picture appeared in my mind. Many years ago, I was lying on another dead man crying like this.Xiao Tian frowned even more, but tried to soften his voice: "This uncle is dead, shall I take you to find Dad?"

"Dead?" The big watery eyes looked at Xiaotian in surprise, and the child sobbed and asked, "Is there nothing left after death?" At the age of two years old, he can't quite understand the meaning of death.

"Yes, you won't have this uncle in the future, but you can have a father!" A piece of my heart collapsed, which was broken by the double image of memory and reality.The master seemed to have said something similar back then, so what did he do?

"No! I don't want my uncle anymore! I don't want my father! I want my uncle!" Xiaotian's memories were interrupted by howling, and the little girl began to cry and want to call back the uncle who loved him.In his young heart, there is no question of blood or blood.In his opinion, the uncle who played with him since he was a child is much more important than the father who has never met.

"..." Did I also cry like this back then?Xiaotian can't remember.

It was vaguely a happy day back then, right?Squeezing the ring in his hand, Xiaotian instinctively used an anesthetic to stop the little boy's crying, and quickly left the alley.

Walking on the street, it was clearly a sunny day, but I felt a chill rushing up from the bottom of my heart.He hugged the sleeping child tightly in his arms, wanting to share some warmth, just like the way the master hugged him back then, it was so tight that he was about to suffocate.

The ring was so chrome that the palm of his hand hurt, Xiaotian walked all the way to the woman in the man's mouth, handed it over, and was not surprised to see the woman bursting into tears.

The task is completed, why doesn't he feel happy this time?

Looking at the crying woman and remembering the crying of the little boy in his arms, Xiaotian seemed to understand why Disha always failed to complete the task.The cream in his hand began to melt and felt sticky. After taking a sip, Xiaotian found that the taste was just like the happiness in his memory...

Looking at the little boy in the woman's arms, Xiao Tian suddenly wanted to do something to make up for him, to make up for the cream cake he didn't eat, to make up for the happiness he lost...

I closed my eyes and murmured silently in my heart: "Zi Ye, I swear in the name of God, I will give you happiness in this life, and I will bring you whatever you want within my power."

So, before the little Ziye was sent to Yemo, he had already dealt with the most powerful killer inside, and established a worry-free life for his life.

And throughout his life, Chang Tian kept his promise:

Zi Ye didn't like the abusive training method, he "lost" the training of the year, advocating Zi Ye's father, nicknamed the old fox, to kill the superior;

Zi Ye likes food, he practiced his culinary skills seriously, and achieved the status of a professional chef;

Zi Ye likes men, and in order to ensure that he will be favored and loved throughout his life, he started to rob his lover's throne very early;

Zi Ye likes to have a good figure, Chang Tian carefully maintains her weight, practices sex skills, and learns love lessons, so that this "little lover" will never feel bored with him in the slightest;

Zi Ye wanted to let Yemo be whitewashed, he killed all those who opposed it, combined with the help of the old fox, let Yemo transform year by year, and gradually became a secret subsidiary of the FBI, gradually breaking away from the underworld;

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