killer game

"Tony, the money I earned and deposited with you..."

"You need money?"

"No... I'm just curious, because I've been doing it for a long time and haven't done anything with my money... I'm thinking that one day, I might... need to use this money."

"You got a woman? You have to be careful about women—remember when you first came to this country, when I first brought you into the industry, you were a brat, and you were still in the quagmire of women, don't forget this, Leno!"

"...sometimes I wish I could forget about it. You know, with my money...maybe I, maybe I could...give a little bit of it to someone...you know, to help out..."

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Mathilda closed her eyes, trying hard to turn her thoughts to those scattered sunlight, or any other things in the busy traffic on this street, but those slight but clear words entered her ears one after another, and gathered in her mind to compose Connected into sentences, you can't drive them away even if you want to.

She reached out her hand helplessly, and lightly tapped the glass with her neatly trimmed nails, thinking that the sound insulation effect of this thing is really bad.

Hey, she thought, I didn't want to eavesdrop on purpose, you see I was standing outside the door.

Old Tony is a fine person, greedy for money and good at using emotional drama.Facing this guy, Leon had absolutely no room to fight back, he was already very clumsy and not good at talking, and now he was taken away from his original purpose with just a few words.

Mathilda was thinking about something quietly, she never felt that life was boring.Then she was accosted.

She raised her head, and before she could say "Thank you, but I don't need it", she saw Leon come out of the room slightly angrily, and pulled her aside: "Listen Mathilda, you have to be careful, you can't Talk to anyone on the street."

Leon's expression was too serious, she froze for a moment, unable to understand, but still nodded: "Okay."

"So stay away from that guy, he looks weird - I'm going in for another 5 minutes and stand where I can see you."

"...I have been standing in your field of vision, and I am just being approached, not the one who approached me."

Leon looked a little embarrassed, and quickly changed the subject: "Protect yourself and wait for me to come out."

"Do you want to help?" She looked at him and tilted her head. "You know, some problems can't be solved forever with your words." She stretched out a finger and nodded inside the restaurant, holding a A kind of sincerity that really wants to help the partner solve the problem, "I can make him spit out as much as he swallows."

Leon froze for a while, then shook his head numbly, stammered: "No need, thank you." Then he turned and went in again.

Mathilda spread her hands at the boy just now, shook her head again, and continued to shrink in the original place to act as a shadow. The boy looked a little regretful, and walked away in three steps.

She looked through the glass window at Leon who was talking to old Tony about the mission information, and suddenly found it very interesting.

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After you kill someone, nothing will be the same, your life will be completely changed, and you will sleep with one eye open for the rest of your life.That's what Leon said.

But what she didn't tell him was that before she met him, long, long, long before it was another world, she already had bloody hands—even though she had a pair of clean eyes.

Human senses are always good at deceiving people, aren't they?

Even if they step into the darkness, very few people can see the god of death who is always shrouded in haze and terror.

"Leon, I think my hand holding the knife was shaking just now." Even after saying this, Mathilda's voice was calm without any waves.

"Why?" Leon walked side by side on the road with her, heading home.

"When I shot, he was dead so far away from me, and didn't touch him directly, but when I cut someone's throat with a knife, I would find that the living and hot life was flowing out of my hand ...so dirty blood."

"...Your knife is used very well, not even a drop of dirty... blood splashed on your hand."

"But I feel sick."

"Perhaps, this should be said to be fear."

"It seems a little," Mathilda pondered to discern the emotion, "but more...just why people are so fragile."

"Listen, Mathilda, maybe you should rein in your confidence—it's inflated, and that's not a good sign if you want to be a long-lived killer."

"I understand what you mean," her voice lowered slightly, even close to a whisper, "Killing can never become something as natural as breathing."

Mathilda found that, after removing the psychological barriers that prevented her from killing, she was as good as a natural born killer.

She has an always calm and cautious mind, she has the experience of planning and planning to be foolproof, and her thinking logic is stronger than that of adults, so she understands where she is.

She was careful not to cause trouble for Leon, she tried to be independent from the beginning - so as not to worry him.She used to carefully control her influence in his world, but now she still enters his world actively and without hesitation, no matter what, she can't easily retreat completely, so she can only work hard Minimize your damage to him.

For a killer, concern means hopelessness.

Just like hesitation will slow down the speed, shaking will speed up death, worrying means that you will fear death, and such fear will make you beyond redemption.

She thought, what could she bring to Leon?She'd just be a nuisance, a drag, a distraction, anything a cold, heartless killer couldn't have.One day, she can no longer bother him like this.

But she is more and more greedy for such beauty.

Closely observe Leon's wonderful hands-on technique, the breathtaking layout like a magician, enjoy his full attention when he teaches her how to use the equipment, and walk side by side with him on the side of the road to go home after completing the task, and she plays the violin in the morning When he was wiping the Silver Queen with a dazed dull expression, the afternoon when he passed the time in silence with each other in front of the milk...

In her life, he was already as natural as breathing, as ordinary as dust. She watched those lights and shadows merge with each other calmly and desperately, and there were always water droplets in her eyes, but they couldn't fall.

Lying on the bed in the dead of night, she would be at a loss when touching her chest. She could feel something hot taking root and sprouting inside, and every little bit of growth made her soul tremble endlessly.Every night, every night, she waited so tremblingly for the dawn to rise by the window, even if she tried her best to keep the tail of the past day, she still couldn't stop watching the time slipping away from her hands bit by bit.

When she woke up in the morning, she was still as usual.

The list in her hand... In the end, she tore it off with her own hands.Some people can be killed if they overlap with the mission, but if more people are involved, they may expose themselves, which is not worthwhile.After all, this is just an outlet for revenge.

What Leon can teach now is the ability to respond to random events and experience. His expression is getting more and more dull, his voice is getting hollower, and his eyes are so deep that he can no longer see anything.

He is very sensitive—even if he always appears dull and dull more often—he can clearly feel the invisible and increasingly tense atmosphere that fills the outside of the room, and he can feel that she is hiding in her heart as if she is about to roll. He can't say anything, and he can't say anything.

Mathilda set herself a deadline.

Before this summer is coming to an end, perhaps the revenge for his younger brother is over, or he may die in this city.

And this moment is getting closer day by day.

"Oh, Leon, I suddenly discovered that wire works better than a knife."

"..."

"Why don't you talk, Leon?"

"...Your talent is very good."