second, strictly confidential, contacts are always untrustworthy;
third, clear clues, walk alone, without worry;
fourth, get out in time, always alert, and lose Before value and become a goal, retreat from the whole body.
I am a killer, so I have four professional principles. Every time I complete a task, I will disappear silently. Before I leave, I erase all related traces.
Bangkok, a bustling, crowded, and dirty city. The location of my last mission. This time, there are four people I want to kill. It doesn't matter who they are, whether they are good or bad. To me, it was just one task and four methods.
I kill people, always clean, neat, no tricks, no gimmicks, and I only rely on skilled skills and a cautious attitude. They would die like an accident, a vendetta, a dispute, no one would know who bought the murder, and no one knew it was me.
My clients have one thing in common. They all rely on squeezing others for their livelihoods, making them miserable, and they can make huge amounts of wealth. If there is money, there is competition. Those who pay me are usually winners.
I never meet with clients, they don't know me, and I don't know them either. The connection between each other depends on a special way.
For each task, I would hire "junk" errands who understand a little English, want to make money, and have no value in running errands, and go to the customer's transfer person to get weapons, pictures of the slain, drugs, syringes, and other things according to the designated place and time. I need something. All the things were packed in suitcases, and the transit persons on both sides were not allowed to open it. Except for me and the customer, no one knew the secret.
Everything went according to plan, but I didn't expect to meet her, a deaf and mute woman, who would melt my years of defensive snow with only eyes and a smile.
I even took the selected "trash" and became an apprentice, and taught him to use a gun and use all reflective objects to make a mirror, just like extra eyes, to see everything behind him.
Usually, a bad guy will end up in death if he wants to get better. Good people don't perish, and they will be evil for thousands of years. I never thought that a bullet would need to pass through my temple to reach the customer's head.
My blood is mixed with the blood of the murderer who hired me. This is the first time I didn't kill for money, or it could be said that I didn't kill for money for the first time, and then I was beaten back.
Or a long time ago, I was bored, otherwise, why would I lose the cold, cold, and ruthless assassin, and be moved for her and die for him?
If you were me, would you regret it a second before your consciousness disappeared? Will it abandon the past principles and seek a dead end? Or regret not meeting her before becoming a killer?
However, there is no regret medicine in the world. I pulled the trigger and the gun sounded, and the apprentice’s horrified eyes flashed, freezing, blood splashing on the car window, like tears, slowly sliding down.
View more about Bangkok Dangerous reviews
