killer game

Leon works for a middleman named old Tony.

He never met his clients in person, and Tony took care of everything for him.Tony hooked him up, found suitable tasks, and got paid. Leon only goes to him to collect some fixed living expenses every month, and deposits the rest with him.

He is alone in this city.Illiterate, rootless, solitary, often moving, and firmly bound by this dilapidated and prosperous city.The only constant is the work that is always hidden in the shadows and cannot see the light.A full 20 years.

Tony is ostensibly the owner of a restaurant.For Leon, who can regard a pot of green plants as his only and most important friend, Tony's existence is equivalent to his most trusted person.He helped him in his most difficult time, gave him food, and helped him connect with business.In Leon's mind, he is even his father, broker and boss.

Mathilda knew all of this. She knew what Leon had told her, and what he hadn't told her.

Mastering these completely can make her calmer.But as time goes by, the time with him prolongs, more and more, it is inadvertently and faintly guilty.As she had told the doctor, Leon was a good man—she didn't know where this feeling came from, but she was getting more and more afraid to meet Leon's eyes.

Something was deteriorating, and some kind of change that she didn't like was vaguely happening.Every day she sits in the living room in a daze, looks around blankly, listens to the blunt beating of her heart in the confined space, even eats, washes, and sleeps silently, feeling that something is fermenting and brewing in a corner she doesn't know , thickening, exuding a smell that made her restless.

And she hates change - it means things are out of her hands!She was completely unpredictable about the outcome, and it often signaled the energy and blood she had put into adapting to change.

She only has this life in her hands now.

Sometimes, you can't see the darkness unless you close your eyes.

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When Leon put on his sunglasses, she knew he was going to work.

Tie the shoulder straps full of guns and knives close to the body, put on the black woolen coat, and put on the round wool hat.

He is a killer.The best scavenger in NYC.

He is a good man.He abides by his code like a knight of old.When he doesn't wear sunglasses, he lives a boring life in a secluded place, and lives with a pot of rootless silver queens, dull and simple.Only when he puts on those sunglasses can he become another person completely, a machine that executes killing tasks, well-planned, calm and fearless.

He went out early in the morning. Mathilda was still sleeping.

She exercised with him, drank milk together, was in a daze together, and cultivated feelings with guns together. She was careful not to get too close to his life and his world, but when she realized that Leon was already so natural in her world, As natural as air, as familiar as air.

She didn't know how she was in his world, and whenever she thought of the possible consequences, she even trembled involuntarily with her hands.Whenever she regrets, she always reminds herself to go, to leave this contradictory place where she always feels safe and uneasy.

Leon was a good guy, and she'd caused him enough trouble...too greedy and ruined both of them.

So she worked harder to learn everything Leon had taught her.She tried to tighten her idle mind, let exhaustion occupy her extra senses, so as not to think about it.

And the only discomfort this brought her was getting up.

When Leon is not working, he routinely digs her out of bed early every morning, routinely does sit-ups, and routinely drinks a glass of milk.Only when he has work and needs to go out, he will give her a little relaxation and let her sleep.

He didn't know that the moment he closed the door and locked the door, the girl in the bedroom had already opened her eyes, and stared straight ahead with those calm eyes that seemed to have never fallen asleep, without any fluctuation or emotion.

Sleep has always been an ordeal for her.

In the early morning, the sunlight was unbridled, and there was a pot of green plants under the slightly opened window sill.The Silver Queen stretched her waist and looked towards the sun full of energy.

She plays the violin in the shadows.

Soothing and melodious, with a faintly sad tune.Like her mood.

The brain still maintains a high degree of calm, thinking about where to go next, and the hands are moving coherently, as if the mind and body have been separated into two parts, connected with each other and independent of each other.

She changed into a loose hip-knit sweater and pants, carried a violin case, and pulled on a baseball cap.

The outline between the eyebrows is still the youthful charm revealed by the girl unintentionally, and there are already traces of the vicissitudes of time in the pupils.She looked at her appearance in the mirror, tilted her head, made a one-shot gesture to herself, and turned to go out.

Mathilda was waiting for the red light at the intersection, staring at the color of the traffic light ahead finally changing, so she continued walking.She rented a small apartment several blocks from the hotel.Inside are her computer, various firearms, camouflage tools and other props.

Through the Internet, her money always comes quickly.

So she inevitably regretted it in her heart. There were so many ways to get revenge, but she chose the most tragic one.

But she also knew that only this one was available.

She is destined to meet Leon.She is destined to take revenge with her own hands.She is destined to draw an end to this movie.

The computer was on, and since she had installed it with a lot of things, it was only ever going to be on.Once the connection is cut off, all saved things will be cleared and restarted when restarting.

She briefly glanced at the status of various programs, and opened the automatically recorded monitoring screen.She installed cameras in many places, hidden places, and most of the time no one would come at all, so it was always a still life.It is also very convenient to check. Use the small program I wrote to test it. If it detects a sound, it will jump out of the alarm.

Mathilda was about to do other things when she heard an alarm.Startled, he turned the screen quickly, glanced at the program interface, and understood which video had sound in which time period, and immediately turned back to open it.

She froze when the screen was played.It's her living room.

The door was slammed open, and the executioner in a gray suit strode in, his leather shoes made a dull sound on the floor, his face was gloomy, his complexion was ugly, and he looked a little out of breath.

Followed by investigators in black suits.A lean-looking middle-aged man, a muscular black man.I have a notebook and a pen in my hand.

"We all know you're a busy person, and we want to get this over with as soon as possible." The lean and refined investigator said in a relaxed but pressing tone, followed Stan to the corner of the living room by the window, and just formed a circle Triangle, "If you'd like to tell us step by step...how it happened."

With his back to the window, Stan tried to reconstruct the scene with his hands: "The guy was here, he was going to get his gun..."

"Boom!" He made a shooting gesture and spread his hands, "We hit him."

The two investigators looked at each other and frowned slightly, feeling helpless and difficult to refute what he said.Then the black man pinpointed the most unreasonable point of the other party: "Where was the child at that time?"

"I don't know!" Stan exclaimed, his brow raised in an obvious look, "Don't you think they were supposed to be at school?"

"But you said in the record that you were the first to come in." The investigator in front said, "Didn't you see the child? The gate showed signs of being damaged. What's going on?" He pressed on step by step, "Did you follow the procedure?"

Stan waved his hand, took two steps closer, and faced the two men: "I almost lost someone here! What the hell do you want from me?!"

"Cooperate," said the black investigator.

Stan smiled, glanced at him, made an open gesture, and said loudly, "I don't have time to gossip with you guys here!" There was a nervous look on his face, and then he lowered his voice to seem kind , but a wave of coldness and blood rushed towards his face, "You want to cooperate? Then come to my office, 4602!"

He pushed them away and strode away from the middle.

"What to do? He doesn't admit it at all."

"What can we do?"

Then, the two investigators looked at each other and left with helplessness on their faces.

Mathilda turned off the video, she smiled sarcastically, closed her eyes and took a deep breath, when she opened her eyes, her pupils were as calm as ever.

See, this is the world.

Nothing is worth less than human life.There are so many ways to do it, but she can only choose the most tragic way!Blood debts are paid with blood, she swore, the sins they committed can only be washed away with blood!

She was silent for a while, put aside these thoughts, and started to receive emails.

There was only one letter lying alone in the mailbox.There are only a few lines in it.She quickly deleted it after reading it, and completely removed the traces.

She sent an email back.

Then completely unblock the self-made firewall, surrounded the computer with various protective programs, and only opened one interface.

After a few seconds, the screen automatically turns black.There are letters appearing out of thin air on it, forming words one by one. The weird thing is that when the next word appears, the previous word will gradually disappear in the darkness.

Her eyes received all the information, and her face remained expressionless.The fingertips jumped on the keyboard quickly and pressed "good".

Then she unilaterally disconnected, cleared the traces, lowered the value of the firewall guard, and those programs that would hinder the running speed were also closed.

Mathilda went to the bathroom to flush her face, and sat there in a daze, dripping wet.

I don't know how long it has passed, but after checking that the time is almost up, I open the half-empty violin case and disassemble the small monocular telescope I just ordered into the case.

She carried the piano case on her back, and left as silently as when she came.

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She finally realized where her weakness was.

She already knows how to camouflage and lurk, and reach the target perfectly; she has been able to decisively see the opponent's weakness, and act effectively; her marksmanship is already very good, not to mention every shot is at least very accurate; she has countless methods You can let yourself leave the crime scene safely after the incident...

She's a fast learner and a good learner.She seems to be born with the talent and potential to be a killer.

She has a list in her hand, all of which are contacts of the anti-narcotics team.

She wandered among the crowd like a shadow, coming and going silently, choosing a target, staring at him like the god of death patrolling the applauding prey, mastering his whereabouts, understanding his preferences, and understanding his laws... …to fully grasp all variable factors, but that weakness is almost fatal!

—She can't kill anyone.

She couldn't kill at all.

Even if she knows that they have committed a heinous crime, even if she knows that this is what killed her whole family, even if she knows that drugs are the original sin!Even if she knew it wouldn't be her fault! !

But she just couldn't bring herself to press that trigger.

Her hands didn't tremble, her eyes were firm and unwavering, her brain was still highly calm... Everything was so perfect, but she seemed to be cursed, she couldn't move her hands.

Failed again and again, failed again and again.

She couldn't find an opportunity for her to break through the psychological line.

On the rainy night two months ago, the feeling that she was desperately fighting like a trapped beast was already quite vague. How did she shoot at that time?How to kill people?How to feel hopeless and hateful?

She forgot.

... She actually forgot all about it.

How ridiculous.