Movie World Collector

Chapter 213 Killer No. 47

Time, 3 o'clock in the morning.

Location, Hunter Bar, Queens, New York City.

"Are you here to buy news about Shen Ze?"

As soon as No. 47 entered the door, a skinny Caucasian man came up to him and asked him in proficient Russian.

"how do you know?"

No. 47 looked at the thin man warily, and quietly touched his lower back with his right hand.

"Take it easy, young man."

The thin man laughed loudly, raised his hands high, and raised the document in his hand to show that he had no malicious intentions.

The expression on No. 47's face relaxed a little, but the right hand touching the back waist still did not let go.

"Tell me, how do you know that I came to buy news, and it's related to Shen Ze?"

The smile on the thin man's face was still there, his hands spread out and slowly lowered, he took the document on his right hand and slowly drew half a circle to his side, and said with a relaxed expression: "Look, the purpose of these people is the same as yours. They are here to buy news related to Shen Ze."

"Ok?"

No. 47 did not let his eyes follow the thin man to look around, but stared firmly at the thin man's shoulder.

This is a very clever fighting technique, which can prevent thin people from suddenly attacking without warning. It is very difficult for ordinary people not to be affected by any external things. Only masters can be so focused.

But from his puzzled expression, it can be seen that he doesn't quite understand what the thin man said, which proves that he is a little less capable in communicating with people.

"You are not the only bounty werewolf who knows that Boss Jin Bing has issued a reward of 1500 million US dollars."

The last syllable of the thin man's voice rose slightly, a playful way of saying that is rare in Russian, but combined with his winking expression, it looked funny.

"No. 47, an excellent killer from the Siberian extreme cold hell training camp..."

When the thin man read the word 47 softly according to the document in his hand, No. 47's expression suddenly became extremely cold.

When the thin man continued to read the words "extremely cold hell", No. 47 moved. He pulled out a sharpened iron bar from his lower back with lightning speed, and before the thin man could scream The tip of the sharp iron bar hit the thin man's Adam's apple.

"Young man, why are you so impulsive?"

Under the gaze of No. 47's cold, death-like eyes, the thin man showed no fear, but just shook his head and smiled wryly.

The iron bar on No. 47's hand moved back and forth following the movement of the thin man shaking his head, neither piercing into the loose skin on the thin man's Adam's apple, nor leaving the thin man's Adam's apple more than half a centimeter.

"It's very skillful!"

The thin man's eyes burst out, and he praised without hesitation: "As expected, he is the best killer in the extreme cold hell in three years, and he has not insulted No. 47, the code name that has been passed down for more than ten generations."

"You know a lot."

No. 47 silently put away the iron bar he was holding tightly in his hand, and inserted the iron bar back into his lower back. His expression was still indifferent, but unexpectedly, he no longer showed hostility towards the thin man. He even had the mood to observe those who were not at all Caring about those guests who almost had a murder here.

"Vodka?"

The thin man asked No. 47 softly. After receiving a clear rejection, he turned around and walked towards the bar.

After sitting on the high chair, he picked up the wine bottle on the bar and poured himself half a glass of whiskey, and when the orange liquid completely submerged the small ice cubes, he introduced himself to No. 47 in a quite complacent tone .

"Grey Rats of New York City."

The thin man clenched his fist with his right hand, raised his thumb and pointed to his chest, "That's what they call me, if you don't like it, you can also call me John, Peter, or Jack.

My name is just a code name, but not as much rhetoric as your training camp.

All in all, you just need to remember that I am the best-informed intelligence dealer in New York City, bar none.

Whether it's the news that you came to New York City on the 47th, the news that Shen Ze was offered a reward by Boss Jin Bing, or other messy news, as long as you want to know, just come to me, and you will be satisfied. "

He giggled and said, "Of course there is a premise, that is, you have to be rich, a lot of money."

"I have no money."

No. 47 answered very frankly, without any tweaks, just like a hungry child saying that I am hungry.

"No money?"

The thin and small information dealer Gray Mouse's eyes widened, and he looked at No. 47 with an incredulous look on his face.

"Your outfit..." Gray Mouse pulled No. 47's brand new leather jacket, and said, "Tsk tsk, just this jacket..."

No. 47 took two steps back, unceremoniously interrupting Gray Mouse's overly intimate behavior, "I snatched it from a store."

"Uh, okay."

The gray mouse laughed and said: "Actually, I know that the killers from the extreme cold hell never use money as a tool, so I'm just curious.

In this way, Gray Mouse is in a good mood today, and I will give you a piece of news for free, news related to Shen Ze. "

He leaned closer to No. 47 again, lowered his voice, and said to No. 47 in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "If you want to know the whereabouts of Shen Ze, you'd better go north and find someone named Phillips." manor.

There, you will be pleasantly surprised. "

No. 47 frowned and said, "Is there any more specific news about this manor, such as how strong the defense force is there?"

The gray mouse wondered: "Yes, but it's just that this news can't be free. You have to know that everyone in our business must abide by the rules, otherwise they will be killed."

"I owe you a mission opportunity, name a name, bring relevant information, and I will kill that person for you for free."

47 said it very calmly, as if what he was talking about was not killing people, but treating guests to dinner.

"It's a good deal."

The gray mouse was overjoyed, "Success, let's make the deal like this, I have always wanted to kill my old opponent, but I have never been able to find a suitable person to make a deal.

It is also a great honor for my old opponent to let you personally take action on the 47th.

here……"

The gray mouse fumbled in his leather jacket for a long time, found a file bag, and then took out a paper clipped file from it and handed it to No. 47.

"Here is the ins and outs of Phillips Manor, as well as evidence of dealings with those hidden forces, as well as the defense force data you need, and it is very detailed.

But one thing you have to pay attention to is that the timeliness of these documents can only last until one hour ago. If you arrive at Phillips Manor and find that it is different from what is described in the documents, it is normal.

After all, that Shen Ze is quite mysterious, you can't take him as an ordinary person, maybe if you look at him now, he has already found more powerful characters as helpers. "

"is it?"

No. 47 rolled the document into a paper tube and stuffed it into his sleeve, then quietly floated away.

(End of this chapter)