killer game

The location of the Leon mission is easy to find.

When she wanted to know, she could always be as familiar with his whereabouts as if she strictly controlled the frequency of her own heartbeat.

Several times already, Mathilda shadowed behind him, admiring the incomparable ingenuity.She knew how to hide herself—even better than Leon, the instructor—because she knew how to get along with people, and he didn't.

Having been under the same roof for many days, she instinctively observed all the habits, senses, and even all the breaths of existence of her cohabitants, as if she were analyzing her own thoughts, breathing, and pulse.He blended into her life as naturally as air and dust, but why isn't she influencing him in her own way?They are the same two people with magical and keen senses. She comes from the crowd and knows how to disguise herself in the crowd, while he stays away from the crowd. He can only blend into the darkness, but he is out of tune with the crowd—it is this subtlety that ordinary people cannot The difference in discrimination determines the relative narrowness and breadth of this skill.

Mathilda leaned lightly on the street lamp, squinted at the house not far away, turned her head to look at the map on the street sign, the address was confirmed, the floor was confirmed, the room... I turned my head and thought about the things in this area. structure, slightly hooked his lips, and happened to be by the window.She turned her eyes and looked at the restaurant, hardware store, clothing store, and then... the hotel.

She silently flicked the small note on her hand that marked the exact location and target, put it in her palm, and pulled down the brim of her baseball cap. As the figure moved away, shreds of paper fell silently along her fingers on the ground.

Pretending to be a child of a tenant, she easily obtained permission to enter. She used some tricks to briefly browse the tenant's check-in information at the counter, and immediately identified which room was more suitable for observation.

Availability is required.A higher floor.frontage.inclined plane.

Her footsteps are as light as a cat, her keen senses and vision are searching for possible hidden dangers such as cameras, and if there is nothing, she slows down and waits patiently for several people to leave, looks around, removes the silver chain on her wrist, and pulls out a root The wire carefully poked into the door lock, and the door was successfully opened after a while, disappearing into the darkness like a shadow.

She looked for the angle to set up the telescope, then also set up the camera, adjusted the focus, and set the interval time for automatic shooting.

Then leave here, stuff the wire into the keyhole to block it skillfully, reach the opposite side, outside the target residence, and determine the hiding place with just a few glances.She sat silently in the dark, waiting.It seems to be completely immersed in this atmosphere, so quiet that even the sound of breathing and heartbeat can hardly be heard.

Her eyes were empty and lifeless, she was in a daze, the melody of the symphony of fate was spinning in her mind, and then at one moment, she suddenly laughed, her lips were slightly pursed, and the corners of her eyes were hooked, the smile was wanton and secretive.

Leon finally arrives.

She quietly waited for the death music to play in the thin light.

As she expected, this time the target was not easy to deal with.She kept reviewing the information about this person she found not long ago, subconsciously pondering all available starting points, and analyzing how she could achieve her goal if she switched identities.

Of course, not every task requires a lot of calculations. After all, those difficult goals that require the use of wisdom and consideration are a minority. What's more, some people don't like you, some people think you are in the way, and some people want to pay a little price to let you Disappear from this world forever... Maybe you won't know anyone hates you until you close your eyes forever.

More always.

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The target lives alone, has a sinister personality but not enough cunning, and doesn't like to communicate with others-this is good news.The bad news is that this guy just had a falling out with his biggest client, and he knows he's going to run into trouble in the near future, and he's already on the alert and prepared for it.

Mathilda was engrossed in watching the siege game.

Doorbell rang.It rang again.

"Who?!" A hoarse and slightly violent voice sounded, interrupting the hand that kept ringing the bell.That voice lacked confidence, and those who were sensitive to it could easily tell that it was obviously in a state of high mental alert.

—— "Sir, it's your express." The young courier heaved a sigh of relief, and took out his pen while taking out the package.

Accurately reported the source address and recipient of the express mail, and the voices of the people in the room were obviously relaxed. After a slight sound of chairs rubbing against the ground, the door opened, and the target pulled on the slippers with a bearded face. He took the package and was about to sign it. In the next second, he seemed to sense something was wrong. He froze in place for a moment. His pupils shrank obviously. He threw the package suddenly, slammed the door and crawled into the house.

The package fell outside, and nothing happened.The door slammed on the door frame with a loud bang, but it was not closed, and a pen cover could be clearly seen under the crack of the door. The courier didn't even have time to express his surprise, so he fell down silently, and the room was instantly quiet. You can't even hear the sound of breathing, and the door is quiet, as if there is no shadow.

Mathilda quietly hid her aura in the blind spot of her vision, carefully controlled the airflow around her, and never let go of any slight movement, unfortunately she couldn't see it with her own eyes.

Gasps, growls, sounds of panic and wandering, the almost harsh sound produced by the collision and friction of utensils, the slightly metallic sound of stopping the gun, and even the subtle, hallucinatory sound of blood dripping...these sounds are intertwined Formed into a net, behind the concealed door, silently staged.

With her eyes closed, she listened to the sonata almost in admiration and intoxication. A three-dimensional picture seemed to be refracted in her mind, with all kinds of furniture and utensils placed, and the shifting positions of the human body. She used the sound analysis so accurately Watching the actions experienced in the room, one after another, the thrilling duel between the hunter and the prey is enough to make even the calmest blood boil.

Then, at that point, she suddenly opened her eyes.

He frowned slightly, and clenched his hands into fists involuntarily.She became aware of an unfamiliar gun being loaded, and then, seemingly instantly, all sound died away.In the next second, dense gunshots suddenly sounded.

What a dissonant note.There is too much movement, and in the densely populated buildings, it is like a towering pine tree suddenly growing out of a delicate and small jasmine bush, which has a huge damage effect on the picture.

Her heart involuntarily picked up.Regardless of the possibility of the target being cornered or escaping from death, at least under such gunfire, there is definitely a certain period of absolute oppression-and Leon cannot fight back.

Leon is the perfect killer.His deployment is always meticulous and detailed, and his spirit is always calm and fearless. The problem is that the time, place, task, and goal seem to be a little too unsatisfactory.

Mathilda looked up at the half-closed window in the corridor. The dusk was fading, and the dull dim light rolled with undiminished heat. Her hesitation was only for a moment, but she found that there seemed to be a certain place in the chaotic and dead consciousness. A kind of throbbing, her pupils shrank, and she immediately realized which nerve was involved in her mood at the moment, she pursed her lips tightly, a little unsure of her prediction at the moment, but the cold gun body in her hand reminded her that the opportunity must not be missed .

This is an opportunity, yes, all her senses are telling her, this is an opportunity not to be missed!

Her breath caught.The brain is so slow that it barely functions.

She played with the small gun in her hand, and the figure disappeared into the room without a sound.

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It was almost an understatement to say that the shot was intended to be a shot by a third person.

With the sudden arrival and the most suitable timing, with one shot, the target's body has already softened, and there is no breath left.

Leon's hand gripping the gun suddenly tightened, and after a few seconds, he stood up from behind the cabinet.Silently watching the girl who appeared here unexpectedly.

He looked at her like that.She looked at him too.

Her pupils are calm and clear, still so pure that people in the dark can palpitate, but just as she put down the hand holding the gun, her hand trembled slightly, uncontrollable, as if she was surprised by something, This went on for a while, and then the eyes slowly lit up, seemingly in disbelief.

She looked at her hands, staring quietly and intently, and finally she smiled, raised her head, and shrugged slightly at him.

She said nothing.

Leon seemed to squirm his lips, his throat moved up and down slightly, but nothing came out.

Silently, numbly, he finally compromised, and together with her, he quickly left this place.