Chapter 1773 1780 [Jiang Xia and his assassins] Ask for monthly tickets (`)
Soon, Killer No. 3 took out a rope and fixed it to the vent, then silently jumped into the bedroom.
The course of action was fixed in his mind. He stood up and was about to kill the man by the bed and then climb back to the ventilation duct along the rope. Before he could take a step, he suddenly heard a slight clicking sound above his head.
Immediately afterwards, my waist loosened.
"?!" The killer was startled and turned around suddenly, only to see a person behind him! The person was holding a pair of scissors and cut his rope mercilessly.
It was late at night, in complete darkness, and he suddenly found himself standing behind a figure with a gleaming weapon in his hand... This simple scene, like one from a horror movie, was enough to make the killer break out in a cold sweat.
Fortunately, he immediately realized that he was a killer and this was not a horror movie. So he turned the blade, his face fierce, and tried to threaten the guy behind him not to make a sound.
But before he could say anything threatening, the moment he opened his mouth, the shadow threw away the scissors, grabbed his mouth with lightning speed, and then dragged him to the duty room outside.
Killer: “???”
...Wait, why won't I speak? Is this guy a bodyguard? If a bodyguard catches someone, shouldn't he call the police or alert his employer immediately? Why would he secretly take him out?
How could this be? This is like the precursor to the silencing of witnesses in their industry...
Countless thoughts flashed through his mind. In the chaos, the killer finally struggled in vain and was dragged out of the bedroom door.
He caught a glimpse of his colleagues huddled in the corner with bruised faces and noses, and his heart suddenly sank: the bad premonitions were increasing.
Killer: “…”Help, help!
…
In the following time, Jiang Xia was lucky enough to meet a "doctor" who pretended to hear the call bell and came to treat him, a Spider-Man who hung himself from the roof to the bedroom window, and a brave rock climber who climbed up the building - all of them were armed with weapons and carried murderous intent.
Although these are just ordinary killers who are paid to do things, and the quality of their murderous aura is very average, it is just like the cheap blind boxes sold for a few dollars each in a street stall. The fun is in the freshness and unknown.
Jiang Xia was very satisfied with tonight's experience.
When he knocked over the first one, he thought about calling the police. But later, as more and more people sent him, he thought that the game would be over if the police came. Jiang Xia finally put the phone back silently, planning to collect a bunch of them and send them to the police station together.
——It’s not that he likes the feeling of having his prey delivered to his mouth. It’s just that he is now a private detective who is protecting his employer. Instead of alerting the enemy, it is better to lure out all the people who want to come and harvest them all at once. This is dedication and responsibility for the safety of his employer.
…
Soon, there was a row of tied-up people in the room.
Fortunately, most of these guys brought their own ropes or fishing lines, otherwise Jiang Xia really wouldn't be able to find enough ropes to take in those people who had been drained of their murderous aura.
"Who is so generous?" After playing all night, Jiang Xia was no longer sleepy.
He ordered a freshly made ghost mint to replenish his energy, while casually chatting with the ghosts: "I don't know if there are any more behind. There are still a few hours before dawn. I hope they seize the opportunity."
The ghosts also enjoyed this unique game and continued to float around looking for the next killer.
Unfortunately, perhaps the killer had really run out of people, or perhaps he saw those before him never return...until dawn, they were unable to find the next target.
The ghosts floated back, looked at each other, and sighed regretfully along with Jiang Xia.
It looked like no one was coming.
Jiang Xia was sitting at the table counting the number of people when the bedroom door behind him opened.
President Ishimoto came out yawning, "I thought I couldn't sleep well last night, but I didn't expect that coward who threatened me to just shoot and run away. It seems like I hired you for nothing..."
Halfway through his words, President Ishimoto suddenly froze when he saw a row of people in the corner.
Jiang Xia looked back at him and said in a complicated tone: "You never told me that you have so many enemies."
“…”
President Ishimoto rubbed his eyes, and rubbed them again to make sure that he was not mistaken. He couldn't help but reveal a look of doubt in his life: "... Am I so hated?"
Jiang Xia nodded and poured a bowl of thick chicken soup over him: "But this is not a disadvantage. There are too many smooth-talking people in this world. We need people like you who dare to show their true nature."
President Ishimoto benefited greatly from it and straightened his back silently.
Then he couldn't help but take another look at the eye-catching line of killers against the wall.
Not long after, this cold-tempered president shook Jiang Xia's hand and for the first time showed a little admiration for his client: "You are truly the most valuable bodyguard I have ever hired."
Jiang Xia smiled modestly: "I can't say I'm a bodyguard, I just did what a detective should do - by the way, if you have other friends who have similar troubles, feel free to let them come to me. I can't stand those killers who don't care about human life, so you will feel relieved if you let me handle it."
"Of course, of course!" President Ishimoto has always admired capable and dedicated people, and he is also very proactive. He turned around and began to operate the blog with his intact hand, and began to share the thrilling experience he had in his sleep last night with his few friends and subordinates.
Jiang Xia saw him struggling to press the phone with one hand and originally wanted to move over to see how the client was praising him.
But at this moment, his cell phone suddenly rang.
Jiang Xia had no choice but to take note of President Ishimoto’s blog, planning to read it later, and then turned around to answer the phone.
The person who called was, of course, the guy from the police station.
At this time, Inspector Megure's voice was unusually serious: "We have found the hacker who shot and killed the congressman. His clothes, figure, and face are exactly the same as the man who appeared in the banquet hall yesterday."
Jiang Xia knew that this person was exactly Curacao's target: "Good news."
There was a hint of confusion in Inspector Megure's serious voice: "But what we found was a body - he died in the abandoned building where he was hiding, in the stairwell! A homeless man passed by there this morning and found him."
"Dead?" Jiang Xia's voice came from the receiver, sounding a little shocked, "Could he have committed suicide out of fear of punishment?"
Inspector Megure shook his head and sighed: "According to eyewitnesses, he slipped and hit his head, and unfortunately died. But the time of his death is too coincidental... Oh, I'm rushing over there, I'll tell you the details after I've seen the scene."
Jiang Xia said in a serious tone: "Then I'll go take a look too."
Inspector Megure was stunned: "Aren't you protecting President Ishimoto?"
(End of this chapter)
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