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Chapter 958 Chapter 974 Lonely as Snow Leaving a Messenger (2 updates)

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    The appearance of this bounty was purely an accident.

    ???There is almost no other possibility except on the battlefield to deploy hundreds of special forces-level combatants to encircle and suppress Luke.

    He will not enter the battlefield either.

    He has no interest in killing people, it¡¯s all about experience points.

    Even though some people definitely had experience points to gain, he didn¡¯t intend to kill them all and leave no one behind.

    ¡° Among the one or two hundred cases he has handled over the past year, most of them were just sent to prison by him, and most of the people who died were concentrated in certain gang members who had committed many crimes.

    " Other small cases of petty theft, bank robbery, and threatening with a gun can be solved by shooting, but he only subdues the opponent.

    This time the reward from the Continental Hotel gave him a chance.

    Actual combat is the only criterion for testing truth.

    Today¡¯s actual battle tested his speculation.

    Ordinary human armies can no longer pose a threat to him without a coordinated attack with a large amount of heavy firepower.

    This may not sound like a big deal. No one in the army has heavy firepower.

    But Luke and his various vest activities are almost always in big cities.

    In this environment, the army is unlikely to use heavy firepower, as the consequences would be too serious.

    ¡°When facing ordinary people in the city, he is invincible.

    When he came to this conclusion, he was not surprised, but felt a little empty.

    The phrase "lonely as snow" is indeed a true portrayal of my mood at this moment.

    From this moment on, the battle with ordinary people will become a simple and unsuspense mechanical score-raising behavior, even if the opponent is an elite killer or a special soldier, even if the number of opponents is dozens or hundreds.

    Unless the opponent is a person with super powers, or like a certain young man, has extraordinary equipment and weapons, otherwise he is just a moving target under his gun.

    While thinking this, he quickly cleaned up all the "garbage" and the scene, and threw it into a large truck that had been parked in the park parking lot.

    This is also a prop he reserved here in advance, specifically for washing the floor.

    Turning his head to look at the park, which was completely silent with only snowflakes falling from the sky, he pondered for a moment and chuckled: "I'd better leave you a souvenir!"

    As he spoke, he used the cover of a large truck to transport a life-size sculpture from the storage space and placed it on a small peninsula by the lake.

    Most of the killers tonight left their lives here. It is a good place to leave souvenirs.

    After placing the sculpture, Luke waved his matte knife, and a line of standard English cursive characters appeared on the base of the sculpture.

    I stunned the sentence like a machine carving. He nodded with satisfaction, turned to leave, and suddenly stopped again. The matte knife waved again, engraved a number under the message -126.

    "Now, your memory should be clearer and longer." Luke chuckled, drove into the large truck, and quickly disappeared into the park.

    Miquan Park fell into silence again, with only snowflakes falling from the sky in layers, gradually accumulating on the unconscious killer and the black statue.

    The snow is getting heavier and heavier.

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    At the Continental Hotel in New York, Winston held a book in his hand and read leisurely on the sofa by the fireplace.

    Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

    He frowned: "Come in." Just by hearing the knock on the door, he knew it was Caron, the manager on duty in the lobby.

    A black man with a thin face came in and walked not far from Winston.

    He was wearing a neat black suit, his back was straight, his movements were quick but not impatient, and he even seemed quite gentle, which was completely different from the unrestrained and natural style of most African Americans.

    This is Cuaron, Winston¡¯s most trusted subordinate.

    "Sir, something happened." Caron lowered his body slightly and said softly.

    Winston was not impatient, but he did not delay either. He casually bookmarked the book folder in his hand, closed it and put it on the small coffee table next to him: "What's the matter?"

    Caron: "There's something wrong with the Smiling Man's order. News just came in. Of the one hundred and twenty-seven killers who went to Quagmire Park, only one survived."

    Winston's breathing paused slightly, and he raised his hand to take off his gold-rimmed glasses: "What is the specific situation?"

    As the words came out of his mouth, several thoughts were already floating in his mind.?.

    ?Ambush by peers?  Official action?  Orthat person came out?

    Thinking of the last thought, he couldn't help but shake his head slightly: Impossible, that person went through all the trouble to leave this circle, just for a precious love, how could he come back.

    "The surviving person was deliberately released by the Smiling Man to send a message. It was also the first time she called the hotel after she woke up that I learned the news." Caron said.

    Winston stood up slowly with a calm expression, took two steps, stood in front of the fireplace, and added two firewood to the fireplace: "What did he say?"

    Caron¡¯s racial talent limited his expression from deepening further, but his expression became even stiffer: ¡°Sir, are you exactly what you said?¡±

    Winston watched as the wood that had just been thrown into the fireplace gradually changed color and started to sparkle: "Say."

    Cuaron: "His original words were - go back and tell the Continental Hotel that this time it's just a small meeting ceremony. Since I'm in New York, you have to kneel when I'm standing. You have to lie down when I'm sitting.  , just like you are now."

    He confirmed this repeatedly.

    He knew that his boss would ask.

    In Winston¡¯s eyes, the firelight of the fireplace was dancing, and the newly added wood made it more lively.

    After a moment of silence, he spoke: "Take good care of the living person and make sure she recalls all useful information."

    Caron: "Yes, sir."

    After waiting for a moment, he didn¡¯t hear the next sentence. After a slight hesitation, he finally spoke: "Sir, that smiling man"

    Winston turned his back and waved his hand: "Don't worry about him for the time being, everything will continue as usual."

    Caron opened his mouth, and finally said respectfully: "Yes, sir." Then he exited the room.

    One order, one hundred and twenty-six killers died, which is extremely rare for mainland hotels.

    Caron originally wanted to ask what to do, but he couldn't figure out many of Winston's thoughts, but he believed that the boss had his own plans and he didn't need to remind him repeatedly.

    Winston stood in front of the fireplace for a while, until he felt a little hot, then he walked back to the living room and took out his mobile phone to broadcast the number: "Thoroughly check the order, number 041125, contract code name Smiley Man. Including the payer and the reason for the contract.  . Remember, what I want is not n-hand goods obtained from asking on the street, I want solid first-hand information."

    He hung up the phone when he heard the response.

    Walking to the window, looking at the first winter snow that was getting heavier and heavier, a vague premonition flashed through his heart.

    This premonition has helped him avoid many crises. He would rather believe it and spend time and energy to verify whether it is true than classify it as a suspicion of the elderly.

    This world is really too dangerous.

    Continental Hotel is not invincible.

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