I don't believe the queen can't kill you

In recent years, a piece of news has been circulating in the rivers and lakes.

Somewhere in the United States there is a mysterious underground organization; this organization can make you get what you want as long as you can pay for it, no matter whether it is murder, arson, rape or theft; Not cheap, some will break your fortune, others will take you from heaven to hell overnight.

Because there is no such thing as morality in this organization; today you pay a killer to kill, and tomorrow you may be killed because the other party pays more than you.If it is too restricted by the rules, no one can see the sinister heart, and there is no fun; the philosophy of the organization is "karma is a fart, if you have money, you are the uncle", and it only stands on the side that brings benefits to it. A side is good or bad, sorry that's none of its business.

No one knows how big this organization is and how many members it has. There are currently five names appearing on the table, and the code names of these five people can just form a straight in poker, A, K, Q, J, 10, so everyone calls this organization RoyalFlush.

Code-named Ace: Born in an arms family, he is the second son of a well-known arms dealer in the world, but he was not born to his first spouse; he mainly supplies Royal Flush with various ammunition and weapons, and is also good at researching and developing small fraudulent ammunition and modified gun rings.

Code-named King: The leader of the organization, whose identity and personal information are secret, but outsiders guess that he should be a cynical pervert to establish this organization.

Code-named Jack: A mysterious person who hides mirrors only by his name, and people in the organization call him DJ privately, but his position has nothing to do with DJ. He is a doctor, and he was just a Surgeon at Provincial Hospital.He is proficient in various medical skills, and sometimes accepts patients who are helpless even in well-known large hospitals; from general surgery, plastic surgery to difficult heart surgery and transplantation. ．Wait, it's all pediatrics for him.

In addition, it doesn't mean that he will operate for you if you have money, the point is that it depends on his mood; besides, he spends all day researching in the darkened operating room or laboratory. The relationship between them is not shallow.

Code-named Queen: The person picked up by DJ four years ago, after two years of professional training, took over the Queen's job in the past two years. He is good at martial arts shooting and disguise. He mainly performs assassination missions, bodyguard work and stealing for others Famous paintings and treasures.

RF has trained many killers, but as long as they are not good enough or the mission fails, they will be eliminated. "Queen" is the highest-level title in the organization's killers, so those who covet the position of Queen are eyeing each other, but the candidates for this position are usually selected by K It was decided that no one could have stayed in this position for two years so far, only him.

It is said that as long as it is the prey he targets, no matter whether it is a person or a thing, no one can escape from his palm. The name "Queen" is a well-known name in the killer world, but it is a fear-inspiring name among political and business celebrities.

Code name Ten: An American-Canadian hybrid born on the east coast of the United States, responsible for collecting current intelligence and investigation work for the organization, and sometimes helping to forge documents or disseminate false information. He usually stays in the organization on standby as a backup for various departments support.

It is said that he used to be a member of the US Central Intelligence Agency. He was listed as a wanted criminal because he leaked important state secrets. If King hadn't taken him in, he might be eating free food now.

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Asia AM8:30

Urban traffic is a nightmare for many commuters.Generally, the public transportation is overcrowded, while the roads are full of traffic, crowded, and parking spaces are even more difficult to find.

At this time, in an elite part of the city where there are many commercial buildings, a small white truck suddenly stopped on the red line and acted as a road hog regardless of other people's feelings.Then a delivery person in a gray-orange uniform stepped out of the truck, checked the customer information in hand, held an A4-sized package, and walked briskly into the Duan's Building.

"Sir, what's the matter?"

The tall and strong guards stationed at the entrance and exit gate in the hall on the first floor stopped the delivery man before he reached the gate and asked in a formulaic tone.

Seeing him solemnly, the courier hurriedly took off his hat and handed the package in front of him, "I... am here to deliver the package."

"Where did the package come from? Who is the sender?" The guard held a short stick and knocked on the package a few times to listen for the sound of the contents.

"Well... I'm sorry, I don't know very well. I'm only responsible for the little brother who helps deliver the goods." The delivery man scratched his head in embarrassment; today was his first day at work, and he just delivered the package according to the instructions from above. Didn't notice who the sender was on the package.

The vague response aroused the vigilance of the guard. He began to look up and down the young man in front of him, and ordered, "Put the package on the ground and raise your hands up."

"Clam!?"

Although the delivery man was full of doubts, he still complied.The guards began to search him, from head to toe, from the inside out, and released him after confirming that he was not carrying any dangerous items on him.

"All packages sent to Duan's must indicate the sender's information and contents. I'm sorry, please leave now."

"What!? You want me to take the package back again."

The reason why the delivery man yelled was nothing more than that if he took the package back to the company, he would definitely scold him bloody.However, seeing the guard with a straight face, he was very arrogant; although the delivery man was very dissatisfied with his attitude, but thinking that it might be his own negligence, he had no choice but to touch his nose and leave.

When he was downcast, a delivery man in a white uniform walked past him from outside.

"Sorry, this is a gift for Mr. Duan."

The tall and strong guard who had just driven away the thick-line delivery man winked at another guard stationed in the hall, and the young guard immediately stepped forward to check, and after confirming the sender's information, he pressed the gate switch to let the delivery man enter , "Go in and give it to the lady at the counter to sign for it."

The delivery man nodded to him, walked quickly through the gate, and headed towards the lobby counter in front.

"This is a gift from Mr. Duan, please sign for it." He took out the receipt and gave it to the counter lady.

After stamping the company's seal on the receipt, the lady at counter A returned the slip to him, "Just put the things here, thank you." She pointed to the cardboard box on the right side of the counter.

The delivery man put the gift in the carton according to her instructions; there were many items in the carton originally, each of which was packed in exquisite wrapping paper or high-end brand-name paper bags, compared with ordinary cartons in his hand The packaged gift looks like a cheap item.

"Why did you get so many gifts today?" Another lady at the counter, B, asked curiously.

"Don't you know? Today is the president's birthday, so these gifts are all given by political and business ladies who want to please him. Tude is not the young mistress of the Duan family."

"My God! If you can marry him, you will be able to enjoy all the glory and wealth. LV, BALLY, YSL, CHANEL... are soft on the hands."

Thinking of those "Guisongsong" brand-name goods, there are as many as you want, and the round eyes of Miss B at the counter burst out like stars.

"Stop daydreaming! That kind of sparrow-turning-phoenix drama can only be seen on TV." The counter lady curled her lips and poured cold water on her head.

After about a while, seeing the delivery man leave the company, she immediately leaned into the ear of counter lady B and whispered, "You don't know, in fact, the gift was either thrown into the trash can in the end, or it was picked up by person A in the secretary's room." If you go, you won't be able to get into the eyes of the president at all."

"What!? This is too much."

Dissatisfied and screaming loudly, the lady at counter B noticed that the guard's eyes stopped, and immediately closed her mouth wide, showing a shallow smile; when the guard diverted her attention, she showed reluctance to the stack of gift towers.

"What are the beauties talking about? How excited!" I heard someone's exclamation all the way from the entrance of the company, and Nick from the business department heard the sound.

"I'm talking about those gifts." The counter lady raised her chin slightly.

Nick kicked his feet up, glanced at the cardboard box, and clicked his tongue a few times, "Wow... This year is also impressive, thank you for your hard work."

Seeing that Nick was about to turn around and leave, the expression of counter lady A suddenly changed, a pair of slender arms straddled the counter and grabbed his collar, and said in a coquettish voice: "Nick~ you know? You are the best in the company. ..."

"And then?" Nick narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"Anyway, you have to go upstairs, so can you help me deliver these gifts to the secretary's room?"

"Yes, I can deliver it for you, but you should accompany me to have dinner in the evening."

Hearing Nick's conditions, the counter lady at A hesitated for a while, "It's just a meal, not a date."

"It's just eating...don't think too much!" He pursed his lips.

"Then see you at the gate at 30:[-]."

"Okay!"

The two parties reached a consensus, and Nick walked into the counter from the left, picked up a large cardboard box and headed for the office elevator. "Santa Claus is coming to deliver presents," he yelled mischievously to them before entering the elevator.

After the elevator closed, the number board above the elevator ran up quickly, and finally stopped on the eighteenth floor.

Nick walked out of the elevator with a smile on his face, but within ten steps, the cardboard box in his hand exploded, and huge sparks shot out like fireworks, blowing him about five meters away in an instant.

It was 8:50 in the morning, and all the sirens in Duan's commercial building sounded.

***

美国

On the morning when it just snowed, the snow plows were diligently piling snow on the side of the road with a bone-chilling chill. The men and women who were rushing to work were all wrapped in dark coats, and their eyes hidden under the brim of their hats were so cold that they were full of vigilance.

In the crowd, there is an out of place but eye-catching figure.

He has an oriental face, cold and bloodless; dressed in black, with a black double-breasted military uniform wrapping his thin body, wearing dark brown leather short boots, and a black ponytail swaying with his heavy steps , like a well-trained soldier but with an aloofness that soldiers don't have.

The crowd of people passed by, and the pace of the man never changed, with his hands in his pockets, looking out of his way.

After passing two streets, the man turned and walked into a dirty alley; the alley was full of garbage, rats were rampant, and some homeless vagrants were sleeping on the ground. Passing this road; but he ignored the chaos and stalked, and finally walked into an old building with mottled and peeling exterior walls.

A faint golden light spilled from the glass into the building, a large amount of dust and light spots floated in the air, and a subtle aura flowed in the air; the man was in it as if bathed in a snowfall, his figure was floating and flying; if you pay attention Focus on the surrounding environment, from the overturned wheelchair and some medicine bottles and needles scattered on the thick dust, it can be found that this is an abandoned old hospital.

The man opened the escape door next to the stairs, leading to the basement.Hearing familiar footsteps, the person buried in the newspaper behind a certain door on the second floor of the basement slowly raised his head and smiled, "You can finish the task in one night, as expected of our Queen."

The owner of the voice has natural curly brown hair, light-colored eyes, and a standard western face.He turned over the newspaper in his hand and deliberately showed the front page to the man. The black and white newspaper was printed with a big headline: "A well-known political businessman in Hong Kong tragically died on a cruise ship in the form of SM, shocking Asian political circles."

Jimu ignored his teasing, and said casually, "Where's the DJ?" Looking around the room, both the room and the world on the surveillance screen were deserted and deserted, only the two of them.

Ted yawned, "Who knows? It might be in the operating room! King threw a living dead man at him last night, and he might be disemboweled or dismembered right now."

"Are you going to find him? It's not good to see bloody scenes early in the morning!"

Seeing that Jimu turned around and walked towards the door, Ted reminded him from behind.

"I'm leaving, and you'll let me know when he finishes the operation."

Knowing that DJ will not show up for two days and one night after he devotes himself to research, Ji Mu thinks that he can go home to catch up on sleep; in just three days, he has to travel to and from Hong Kong, the United States, and his body is a bit too much.

"Don't leave Ma so quickly! It's boring to be alone here, stay and chat with me."

Seeing Ted's slumped face, like an abandoned puppy, with lop ears and innocent eyes, trying to win his sympathy; Ji Mupi responded with a half-smile: "I don't think we have anything to talk about? "

"Of course there is! Actually, there is something I've always wanted to ask you?"

Ted stretched out his index finger and hooked his hand, signaling for him to go over; however, Jimu responded to his enthusiasm coldly and continued to walk.

Seeing that the queen had no intention of starting a war, Ted threw a bomb at him provocatively, successfully stopping his footsteps.

"Was it you, or the boy who was stabbed with a glass tube at the auction?"

"Answer me! I'm dying of curiosity!"

There was a lot of anticipation in the big brown eyes, as if you could see Ted wagging his dog's tail excitedly.Ji Mu didn't ignore the fleeting nausea in his eyes, his black eyes narrowed slightly, and his gaze was as sharp as locking prey.

"I've always been the only one to stab people, no one can stab me, so what do you think?" With a creepy smile on his face, he crossed his arms and asked him back.

"Just asking!" Ted shuddered, and slowly raised the newspaper in his hand to cover his face, as if nothing happened.

Jimu snorted coldly.

(Very good! He also knows how to read people's faces.)

Just as he grabbed the doorknob, Ted's voice came out again.

"That's right! Wait a minute, Ji."

Ji Mu stopped for the third time, with impatience clearly written on his awe-inspiring face.

"King is looking for you." Ted cracked his lips into a grin, which was even more infuriating than he knew that harmless smile.

"Say it sooner."

Jimu curled his lips, and walked towards another door in the room; behind that door was a straight corridor, and there were six doors on both sides of the corridor, each of which looked the same and was made of ordinary wood. Made; he opened the second door on the right and entered, to be greeted by a dimly lit staircase.

Walking briskly down, leading to the hidden space on the lower floor, after turning two corners like a maze, he came to the door at the end of the corridor, he knocked on the door with his fingers, and got the master Allow back door entry.

There is no decoration in the ten-ping-sized room, which is quite simple, with only a desk and chairs.

"King, are you looking for me?" He came to the desk and stood willfully.

"You did a good job on this case, and the client is very satisfied with your performance." The man named King raised his head from the computer and praised him.

"The task is too simple, and it gives me no sense of accomplishment."

Hearing his complaint, King smiled slightly, "A new case came in last night, and I'm still considering whether to take it." He leaned against the back of the chair, leaned his elbows on the armrest, and interlaced his fingers on his chest. forward.

"Is it a difficult subject?"

Ji Mu raised his eyebrows, holding a high degree of interest; but the answer that Kng brought immediately made him full of anticipation.

"This time it's not an assassination mission."

Since it wasn't an assassination, it should be done easily. Ji Mu didn't know what King had to consider; if the case wasn't worthy of his own involvement, then it would be fine to send someone else to take over the case.However, looking carefully at the man in front of him, he observed a trace of strangeness from the man's half-smile expression.

wrong!Things must not be as simple as he thought. ． ． ． ．

"President Duan Lang of the Duan Enterprise is looking for bodyguards."

Hearing this, Ji frowned heavily.

The word "Duan Lang" hadn't appeared in his ears for a long time; a complex emotion suddenly emerged from the cocoon deep in his memory and rushed to his heart, making him clenched his fists unconsciously.

"I want to know, are you ready to face him?" King rested his chin on his hand, and there was a hint of amusement in the corner of King's mouth.

Ji Mu was silent for a while, and did not respond right away.

For him, that person is a nightmare that has been engraved in his heart all his life, making him taste all kinds of pain and suffering, and killing the most important thing in his life; saying that he is his enemy is [-]% beyond doubt; but His hesitation came from his passion for the coming bloodbath.

"These four years of training are the result of this day, and I can't wait to start this game."

Slowly loosening his eyebrows, he looked straight at King fearlessly, showing an expression of certainty, but waves appeared in his seemingly calm black eyes.