Female President's personal doctor

Chapter 112 A Top Killer

Chapter 112 A Top Killer

The killer didn't have a name. To be more precise, no one knew his real name and where he came from. They only knew that he had a number called Twelve.

When Twelve received this task and got the first employment payment, he began to prepare for the assassination.

He never stayed in any hotel, because it would expose his own clues. He summed up a set of experiences. Every time he slept, he either secretly took advantage of the dark to climb to the roof of a high-rise building and hid in an unobtrusive place. Small corners, generally that place is where pigeons forage.

Or find a sewer, and any unobtrusive place, or simply find a place in the mountains, and then lie down in the cave to deal with it all night.

For him, this is not hard work. He always carries a bag with him. In addition to the high-precision sniper gun, there are also different face masks in the bag, which are used for makeup.

You can turn into a capable young man in an instant, and an old lady in a blink of an eye.

As a killer, he must first have a strong memory. As long as he takes a look at any target, he can remember his appearance to death.

In fact, all this has a special function, that is, as long as you walk on the road in front of him once, he can remember your walking posture firmly, and when walking together among thousands of people, he will never forget you. Your back will pick you out.

So the selected target is equivalent to giving you a death notice, and no one can escape his assassination.

When he first received this task, the bodyguard gave him a detailed introduction to Gouzi's situation, and he secretly felt ridiculed in his heart. This very ordinary person is just a small private president. This boss spends so much money.

But as a killer, this money is not earned for nothing, not to mention full of dangers. If he is alive today, he absolutely cannot guarantee that he can breathe a sigh of relief.

He has learned to have no feelings at all, as long as he has money, he will spend a lot of money. He is not stingy, hugging beautiful prostitutes to enjoy his only pleasure.

He has developed a cold personality, facing all the targets who were killed, he has no mercy at all, but even feels a faint sense of pleasure after completing the task.

When he heard that it was an oriental man, a martial arts master, especially the bodyguard's cautious expression, he didn't take it seriously, because no matter how strong or skilled a martial arts master was, he couldn't match the power of his long-distance sniper bullets.

There are high-rise buildings in Gouzi's two hospitalizations, so he quietly climbed to the roof at night, carrying some water and food with him.

He is going to use this time to carefully observe the dog's every move, use a high-power telescope, and watch every move of the house. stare.

He has to observe the dog's living habits all day long. After a few days of observation, he found that the target seldom goes home. At the beginning, he was going to choose to do it at home. Only then did he find that the security force in this community is extraordinarily strong, and there are cameras everywhere. , so it is not appropriate to do it here.

Then the best opportunity is when Gouzi is working, that is the best time to snipe,

In the end, he decided to do it at the skin hospital. This place is relatively remote, and it is especially easy to evacuate. His plan is like this. Once the kill is successful, he will evacuate immediately. There is a mountain fifteen kilometers away from here. The mountains were densely covered with forests, and there were many natural caves. According to his usual practice, he lived here for ten days and a half months, and then quietly evacuated.

Of course, when he leaves the country in the end, he will leave the country in a different capacity, because Song Jiaming and the bodyguard are responsible for all the procedures.

Or he still has the ability to pass through the long border line directly, sneak through directly, he is prepared for both situations, and he has the necessary documents on him.

Everything is ready, everything is ready, ready to start this evening.

As long as he is on the roof of the other party's building, he can clearly see Gouzi working at his desk.

Night has fallen, and today is the 28th day of the lunar calendar. The dark night is extremely quiet, and you can't see your fingers. However, the target of the other party is so clear.

Eleven directly aimed the sniper rifle, and secretly counted to three in his heart, then gently moved the trigger, and the sound of a gun with a silencer rang out. One sound.

Soon, I saw Gouzi fall headfirst onto the table, motionless.

In order to be sure, the killer sneaked down again, descended along a rope, quickly ran to the small second floor of the office building, and then looked directly down from the top of the building.

Seeing the dog lying there with a puddle of blood on the table, he felt relieved that this person was dead.

Because he believed it was his own marksmanship, he took two photos from above, condescending, and then ran away quickly.

While the bodyguard was sleeping, he suddenly heard the window outside rang twice, and immediately understood that the killer was coming. He saw two photos on the window sill, but there was no sign of him.

He knew the rules, the other party had completed the task, and now they sent him proof.

Sure enough, these were two people in different postures lying on the table, and a bloodstain on the table could be clearly seen.

The bodyguard happily ran to Song Jiaming's door, knocking on the door regardless of whether he was asleep or not: "There is something important to report."

Song Jiaming was wearing pajamas, and opened the door with sleepy eyes: "Knocking on the door in the middle of the night, something important, maybe your mother is dead, come here to report the funeral."

The bodyguard didn't take it seriously, and held up the photo in his hand: "Boss, the dog is dead, take a look at this photo as proof."

Song Jiaming's eyes widened immediately, and he asked excitedly, "Really?"

He snatched the photo casually, looked at it carefully, and suddenly laughed loudly: "Happy, happy, my nemesis is finally dead. I thought you were amazing, but I didn't expect that until you died under the killer's bullet, bodyguard, you must go check it out tomorrow." Let’s see what’s going on in this hospital.”

The bodyguard complied proudly: "It's nothing more than holding a memorial service, holding a funeral, and then reading a lot of eulogies praising the dog. I am familiar with this routine, or you can follow along, boss, and quietly hide aside. Watch the excitement. Or simply disclose your identity and go to express your condolences as a friend."

Song Jiaming laughed wildly: "I don't have the ability of Zhuge Liang. I made Zhou Yu mad, and then I dared to go to express my condolences publicly. I don't have the guts, and I won't go either. You can go alone. Remember to take two photos secretly. a photograph."

Song Jiaming was so excited that he couldn't fall asleep anymore, so he opened the drawer, took out a bottle of wine and called the bodyguard, "You have a drink with me, do you know? This dog's vicious tricks made me The pain is so painful that I will never forget it, you have never endured that kind of feeling."

The bodyguard said: "Why didn't I know? I heard that there is a kind of torture among the people. When I saw your expression, I could say that you were in extreme pain, but you couldn't die. I was right."

Song Jiaming cursed viciously: "This revenge is revenge, but this dog dies too easily, I always feel that the anger in my heart can't get out, you don't know, I have tried to capture this guy alive many times, Then they pulled him piecemeal one by one."

(End of this chapter)