"What''s your name?"


    "Satan."


    "Who sent you?"


    "Sorry, I don''t betray my employer."


    Yang Qiu looked at the middle-aged white man named Satan and said faintly:


    "I can see that you are a very professional. You must know something about me, too? My means, my person? Do you think I want some information? Can you hide it? "


    Satan smiled bitterly. Now that he had fallen into the other party''s hands, he didn''t want to go back alive.


    Killers have killer rules. If a mission fails, you can''t sell your employer. This is the iron law.


    As if he didn''t care about Yang Qiu''s existence, he turned around and slowly put on his clothes. Then he sat opposite Yang Qiu and said plainly:


    "I have the right to die, but I can''t sell my employer."


    Yang Qiu smiled with a trace of appreciation in her eyes:


    "Yes, it''s very principled. Your principle has gained a glimmer of vitality in exchange for it."


    Satan could not help but be stunned. He had returned to calm. Two different colors flashed in his eyes waiting for fate:


    "Don''t you kill me?"


    Yang Qiu smiled coldly and stood up indifferently. When she got up, she exposed her back in front of Satan without any precaution.


    For a moment, Satan''s mind flashed the idea of critical strike, but his intuition as a top killer for a long time told him that he couldn''t do it, so he didn''t do it.


    Yang Qiu turned back and smiled at him again:


    "You bought yourself another chance of life."


    A look and a word suddenly made Satan sweat all over.


    Can the young man in front of you read people''s hearts?


    Yang Qiu went to the balcony, untied Satan''s string tied to the balcony, pulled it with her hand, and raised her eyebrows:


    "So strong?"


    The string is even thinner than the telephone charging line, but Yang Qiu''s strength can''t be broken at all.


    He held his breath and pulled again, but he still didn''t break.


    "Good thing, I''ll take it."


    Yang Qiu is not a martial arts practitioner who cultivates his body. Naturally, his physical strength cannot be very great. If he uses his spiritual power, he can turn the rope into withered grass. However, simply relying on his physical strength, the rope can withstand a tensile force of ten tons. Naturally, he can''t break it easily.


    "How many killers can you rank in the killer list?"


    Yang Qiu sat back in his chair, looked at each other and asked. There was a trace of pride in Satan''s eyes. He had a sense of honor close to cleanliness in his professional ranking.


    "I''m the king of killers for five consecutive years."


    A little surprise flashed in Yang Qiu''s eyes. Unexpectedly, this guy was still the king of killers. No wonder he was so careful.


    "What weapons are you good at using?"


    Satan shook his head slowly:


    "I''m good at making people disappear silently."


    Indeed, as he said, Satan is the king of killers for five consecutive years. He and the second behind him have never missed, but it is precisely because of his way of killing that he is more popular with employers than the one who uses a gun.


    "Make people disappear silently? Yes, with this sentence, your life is saved and you have a good rest. You should come to Shanghai for a holiday. Although I know the killer doesn''t have a holiday, you can find me when you are free. You must know where I live. Don''t send it. I''ll leave first. "


    Yang Qiu got up after saying that. Instead of going out from the door, he went directly to the balcony, and then the whole person flew out like a big bird in the air.


    Satan suddenly changed his face.


    This is the 50th floor, 200 meters from the ground. Does that guy dare to jump directly without any auxiliary tools?


    He stayed for a second, and then jumped on the balcony. Although the neon on the ground flickered, he couldn''t see Yang Qiu''s body at all.


    Yang Qiu can''t think of jumping out of a building to commit suicide. He just wants to show some necessary means. Otherwise, the king of killers called Satan is mostly unconvinced.


    Originally, he wanted to kill each other directly, but he changed his mind temporarily. Since this Satan is known as the king of killers and is good at making people disappear silently, he can be used in the future.


    The height of 200 meters is a test for him. He can''t fly with his sword yet, but he cultivates Yufeng Sutra. As the name suggests, Yufeng Sutra, he can control the wind. His body surface is wrapped with a layer of cyan energy. His whole body has become a light leaf. Two cyan winds under his feet drag him when he approaches the ground, Draw a beautiful arc, only bring up a strong wind and blow the fallen leaves all over the ground.


    He kneaded the stealth formula in mid air, so no one could see him.


    After solving the king of killers, there is another guy. At this time, the guy is ready and just waiting for himself to appear.


    Yang Qiu''s villa is in the middle of the mountain behind the school. It is very quiet. From the front, it is a prosperous light. From the back, it is a gentle hillside. It is the back mountain of the University. On the other side of the back mountain, it is also a downtown area with bright lights.


    At this time, the blonde guitarist had carried his guitar box and went directly to the roof of a building in downtown Houshan. Then he locked the only entrance and exit of the roof from the outside. Then he took a comfortable walk on the roof for a while, and then he returned to his original place.


    From here, across a mountain, you can just see the villa where Yang Qiu is located.


    The straight-line distance between the two is more than four kilometers.


    At such a distance, the longest range sniper rifle in the world can''t reach this range.


    With an almost pious look, the blonde opened the huge guitar box in his hand in the dark. In the dark, his eyes exuded two secluded lights, just like a civet cat hunting in the dark night.


    The interior space of the guitar box is closely arranged. Various matte metal parts are embedded in soft plastic.


    This is a gun.


    After staring at the metal parts in the box for a long time, the blonde took a long breath and began to assemble.


    The assembly speed of blonde guitarist is very slow, even a little unbearable. This is not the speed that a top killer should have. Even a guy who has just touched a gun is even faster than him.


    But if you look carefully, you will find that his movement is strange.


    It was steady and slow, but the speed was uniform, and his hands didn''t tremble. Rotating the screws, pressing the parts and snapping the butt of the gun were like flowing clouds and water.


    In ten minutes, a big gun with a strange shape appeared in his hand.