Ultimate Assassin System

Victor is very unhappy now, not only because his guard job is out of control, but also because Chief Josiah seems to not believe him. Of course, the latter cannot be blamed on the leader, but on the guy who appeared out of nowhere. He must have been the one who instigated it.

Nilao Hong...what a bad name!

The name is strange, and people don’t know what it means. Judging from the words and deeds communicated with the leader, this person should have a close relationship with the leader, maybe an uncle or other relative... Well, considering this relationship, Victor originally planned to respect him. But everything must be prioritized. At what time is it possible to take the leader out for shopping so casually? How to ensure security and defense? What to do if there is an accident...

Couldn't he really be an undercover agent?

The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he became. He took a slight breath, and decisively made a warning gesture to his subordinates scattered around. Then he frowned and walked towards the strange guy. He decided to try his best to offend the leader and go forward to check for peace of mind. .

Huh? Before he could get closer, Victor watched in astonishment as Ni Laohong waved the waiter away and walked to the door of other compartments. He got a little closer, his eyes narrowed slightly and his nose twitched, as if he was enjoying himself...

Fuck!

Outside the door of the women's changing room, a middle-aged man with slightly frosted temples looked like he was barely glued to the door... Anyone who saw this scene would be confused.

With a pause on his feet, Victor stared at this scene with his mouth open, and his face suddenly turned black. He felt that he had underestimated this guy's bottom line before. It was hard to say whether he was undercover or not, but the wretched uncle had definitely not run away!

Compared to Victor's shock and despair, the men who had retreated to the side suddenly became furious. After all, it was their female companions who were changing in the cubicle. The impulsive ones were already approaching with clenched fists. But just then.

Dong-dong-dong, three polite and unhurried knocks on the door. He stretched out his hand and pressed the button, and a wooden door opened with a sound.

Did you really push...man? Victor and the other men subconsciously looked past Ni Laohong and saw a tall woman with blond hair and a red dress in the cubicle, half-covering her head. chest, covering her mouth and exclaiming, Ah——

boom. He ducked in and the wooden door closed. The sound insulation effect of this change of clothes was good, and the tone of the exclamations immediately dropped.

In silence, several people present looked at each other in confusion. Then they found that the other party had made no further movements, and they knew that the woman in the compartment did not seem to be the female companion of the person present.

Lover, lover, wife, third party? The few people who just saw Tang En and Joshua coming together couldn't help but show a few strange expressions, and there was also a hint of envy and admiration hidden in them. That's awesome. While the female companion is changing clothes, seize the time to have a secret date with your lover. It’s really a two-pronged approach. No delay at all, you are truly a role model for our generation...

Damn it, what are you doing, bastard! Victor didn't think wrongly, he just thought wrongly. Thinking that Ni Laohong was showing off his bestiality and wanted to do something scandalous on the spot, he suddenly felt anxious and rushed over quickly.

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In the cubicle, Who are you! Get out! Get out... The voice was slightly shrill due to fear. The tall blonde woman in the red dress covering her high chest was pressed against the wooden wall on the left side of the cubicle. , looking at the strange middle-aged man who suddenly broke in, his heavily made-up face was filled with shock and anger, and he shouted angrily, If you don't get out, I'm going to call someone...

Tsk, the dialogue and scene are very familiar. Should I say at this time, no one will come to save you even if you scream and break your throat? Oh, I'm sorry, the taste seems to have become a bit heavier recently, haha... Twain chuckled softly, and touched his nose, Okay, stop pretending, I believe no one will come to save a shemale. Well, he is still a shemale whose body odor cannot be covered up with strong perfume!

As soon as he finished speaking, the narrow compartment suddenly became silent. The next moment, murderous intent suddenly appeared, and the heavily made-up face suddenly became ferocious. The palms covering the chest and long skirt were quickly swung out, and with a hiss, a scream broke through the air, instantly spanning the narrow distance between the two, and piercing Tang En's heart. !

In a flash of lightning, the red skirt fell down, revealing half of the dough chest tied with a strip of cloth. It looked really funny. But now is naturally not the time to pay attention to this. The front end of the palm with fingers turned into a knife is five cold blades embedded in the nails. If the grip is firm, Tang En's heart may not be directly dug out.

But of course this is an impossible fantasy. In fact, after Tang En entered the store and felt the slightest murderous intention, this ending was already doomed!

Stepping sideways, he raised his right hand slowly but quickly, making only a half-arc, and accurately grasped the incoming wrist. Fold it in the opposite direction, click, and the crisp bone breaking sound is eerie.

Cold sweat instantly oozed from the assassin's temples, not only because of the pain, but also the omnipresent oppression. You must know that due to the same habits, the same style, etc., there will always be some resonance between colleagues. Just as Tang En could still feel the assassin's presence through a wooden door. But now even though he had taken action, the assassin found that he still could not feel the slightest familiar aura from Tang En, not even the intention to kill...

What does this mean?

Either it's an illusion, or the gap between the two sides is really too big!

I'm about to fall... Although my heart sank, this assassin was a ruthless character. He didn't seem to feel the broken wrist at all. Without saying a word, he took half a step forward and raised his knee to slam into him. At the same time, he turned his left hand, and a short blade penetrated Tang En's eyebrows!

Tang En had no intention of letting go of his wrist. First he raised his leg and pressed the top of the opponent's knee in advance as if he had no idea. Then he pulled his wrist, and five blades hit the side of the short blade. There was a soft ding, and a faint spark flickered. Open short blade. Then he took half a step forward again, swung his elbow and hit the assassin's nose. He groaned and blood bloomed...

The compartment was already narrow, and now that there were two people standing there, there was no other extra space to hide. It is no exaggeration to say that any move by either party can directly hurt the other party in an instant. It can be described as a dance on the blade, extremely thrilling.

But the actual situation at the moment was not that exciting. It was just a fight in just a few breaths, and it was completely one-sided and overwhelming. There was no big movement until the tall assassin was forced to sit back on the cubicle seat. outgoing.

Perhaps, even if there was some movement, it was covered up by the sudden change of the tinkling tune in the store.

Huchi...huchi... With his head raised, the assassin's nose was constantly churning with blood, flowing down his face, and he was panting in embarrassment. Tang En leaned over and stood behind the seat, turning his head to look at the left wooden wall where the assassin was standing when he came in. A neat hole had been opened in it, and it would not be a problem for someone to get through. And next door to this is Josiah's changing room...

Shaking his head, Tang En looked indifferent. With one hand, he firmly restrained the assassin's violent struggling movements like a fish on the beach. With the other hand, he grabbed the trembling wrist with five blades and stabbed it into the assassin's doughy left chest. He said softly in his ear, Man, I can't accept any mission... Listen, this is the Sonata of Death, rest in peace...

As soon as the words fell, there was a pop, and the blade pierced the breasts, spinning... squeaking, and the wooden seat made several tooth-breaking and violent friction sounds with the assassin's last death struggle, until it slowly subsided.

Silence returned to the cubicle. I don't know when, but the soothing tunes that had been flowing quietly in the store had turned into a heavy and sorrowful one, like crying.

This is the Sonata of Death, usually used at funerals in other worlds. I believe that if it hadn't been for the fear of offending the gray-clothed army, there would be no way this shop would be seeking unlucky consequences by playing this piece of music.

Picking up a piece of torn red skirt cloth, Tang En slowly hummed along with the tune while wiping the blood on his hands. It was considered familiar. The first time Tang En heard this piece was in Laiyan City. It was played on the same piano, but the piano player was Ghost Face...

After wiping off the drops of blood splashed on his face, and arranging the miraculously intact square mirror on one side, Tang En threw away the bloody cloth and opened the wooden door.

kindness?

Uh, so fast... Outside the door, Victor, who stretched out his hand to push the door open, happened to meet Tang En face to face, and couldn't help but subconsciously said.

What?

Oh, it's nothing, haha... By the way, you were in there just now... eh? Looking over Tang En's shoulder and glancing into the compartment, Victor's burly body suddenly tensed up.

I met an old friend, come and say hello. He walked over lightly and closed the wooden door behind him, avoiding the curious eyes of the waiting men not far away.

Tang En turned his head and glanced at Josiah's changing room, which had not yet opened the door. Looking away again, he saw the waitress leading a curly-haired man in a robe walking from a distance. Her narrow eyes couldn't help but narrowed, and she patted Victor on the shoulder, Let's go, here comes another one. Old friends. Well, remember to bring these old friends back later so that I can show my friendship as a landlord.

Well……

Before Victor could regain his senses, Tang En greeted the two waitresses who were approaching with a faint smile on his lips.

Sorry, you can't go there. After approaching the changing room area, the soldiers scattered around immediately stopped the curly-haired man following the waitress.

This is our resident designer, what I just told your commander...

Let them come over. Tang En waved his hand, but those soldiers naturally would not listen to his orders. Hearing this, he looked at Victor who was behind him. The latter seemed to have just come back to his senses. He took a breath and waved his hands in the same way. Signing, he walked over expressionlessly.

The waitress approached and lowered her head and said: Sir, this is our resident designer...

Is it this top? The curly-haired man took the black top that Josiah had just selected, took over the conversation, raised the gray trousers he held in his left hand, and said with a smile, Try it with these style trousers, it's simple and elegant. , the effect should be good.”

Tang En shook his head: I don't know about clothing matching. Since you are a professional, I will listen to you... Well, does Mr. Designer know music?

The curly-haired man was stunned when he heard this: Uh, sorry, I don't quite understand.

That's it. Do you know what song you are playing now?

Shrugging, Oh, of course I know. Death Sonata, you can often hear it.

Nodding, Tang En stepped forward casually, stretched out his hand and sighed: Since you know, why do you still come...

…………(To be continued...)