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The bar that suddenly became quiet due to a gunshot became lively again. The people in the bar turned a blind eye to what happened in front of the bar. There were even some hecklers who kept encouraging Mark to kill the killer.

Mark frowned, turned the gun in his hand twice, and fired several shots without looking back.

"Bang, bang!"

Bullets accurately shot the wine glasses placed on the wine table.

"hiss!"

The people in the bar gasped.

This marksmanship is amazing!

Immediately afterwards, Mark's voice rang.

"I'll treat everyone here today to a drink."

Anyway, he got his money from some unlucky people who wanted to rob him.

"Oh hoo!"

Suddenly, the people in the bar cheered.

The mole looked at Mark and kept making weird noises from his mouth.

Although he guessed that Mark had skills, he didn't expect Mark's skills to be so beautiful.

Mark lit the killer with the gun in his hand and said, "I'll leave him to you."

"and many more!"

Mole waved his hand, frowned and looked at the killer, and said hesitantly: "Are you Piro? You're not dead?"

"Ha!" Piro sneered and said: "It's you who deserve to die, you bastard, look what kind of mission you gave me! He killed my brother! Damn it!"

Mole pushed up his glasses, sighed, and said, "I told you that you couldn't finish it, and you insisted on taking it. Now you blame me?"

"You deserve to die!"

Piro looked at the mole coldly.

You must know that he is his closest brother, his only relative.

"Ha!" Mole said with a smile, "You have no chance!"

After saying this, Mole struck a small clock on the bar.

"Clang!"

The clear bell rang in the bar, and the bar became quiet again. The killer seemed to have a premonition of something, and his face became extremely ugly.

Mole looked at the people in the bar, and his eyes fell on a middle-aged man with a long white beard and a strong body, and said: "Buck! I'll leave this man to you! I'll give you the commission in a moment!"

"Ha! Lucky guy!"

"Damn Buck! You'll be killed sooner or later!"

"Hahaha!" Buck walked to the bar, stretched out his hand to hold down the killer, turned to Mark and said: "Man, thank you for the drink, we have the opportunity to work together!"

After finishing speaking, Buck looked at the killer, a fierce look flashed in his eyes, grabbed the killer's hair with one hand, lifted it up, and then slammed it on the bar.

"boom!"

The killer fainted immediately.

Buck chuckled, grabbed the killer's hair and dragged him out.

The bar was calm again.

Mark sat down again, pressed the gun in his hand on the bar, looked at Mole and smiled: "Now, can I take over the mission?"

"Of course! My friend!" Mole chuckled and said, "But we don't call ourselves mercenaries, we call ourselves...thugs!"

"So, now you want to take on a mission to practice your skills?"

Mark knocked on the bar and said, "Let's talk about it."

Mole pushed up his glasses and said: "You have to start with something simple first. Although your skills look very powerful and should have great prospects, you can't break the rules. After all, you are new to the industry."

Mark nodded and said, "Okay."

Mole knocked his head and said: "Oh, by the way, this task is suitable for you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mole got under the bar. After a few seconds, he handed a piece of paper to Mark and said, "This task is very simple."

Mark glanced at the task on the paper, was stunned for a few seconds, slowly looked up at the mole, and said, "Are you kidding?"

Mole bared his teeth and said, "I never joke when it comes to missions!"

Mark nodded helplessly and said, "Okay, I'll take it."

As soon as he finished speaking, he threw the unlucky guy's wallet on the Mole's bar and turned to leave.

"Hey, you haven't said your name yet."

Mole asked Mark as he grabbed his wallet.

Mark waved his hand and said without looking back: "Mark."

Mole nodded, and after watching Mark leave, he opened his wallet and looked at it, then muttered in a low voice: "This money is not enough to pay for the drinks tonight, bastard!"

Taking out the money and throwing the wallet into the trash can aside, Mole took out a piece of chalk and walked out of the bar, stood on the chair, wrote Mark's name on the blackboard called Death Gamble, and thought for a while Finally, he stamped ten dollars for himself after Mark’s name.

……

In this life, one should be able to navigate the battlefield, kill the zombies, and catch the mistress.

Mark's first task is to find evidence of his wife's cheating on Durange, a gun dealer on Forty-eighth Street, preferably by taking photos.

His wife has been going out alone every Wednesday afternoon for the past three months. Although he is very careful every time and cleans up when she comes back, Durange still sees a few strands on his wife that do not belong to him. , let alone hair that belongs to his wife.

It is said that a woman’s sixth sense is very accurate, but a man’s sixth sense about his wife’s cheating is also very accurate.

Therefore, Durangi is % sure of his intuition.

So, over the past month, he secretly hired several people to stalk his wife, hoping to take photos of evidence.

But unfortunately, no one was able to successfully capture evidence, and those who followed were severely punished.

For this situation, Durange can only continue to increase his compensation.

Therefore, the novice task that Mole gave Mark was really good. It paid well, and even if he failed, his life would not be in danger.

Dulanqi's wife has beautiful wheat-colored skin and looks full of vitality. Her long wavy brown hair is swinging behind her, adding a touch of seductive charm to her bumpy body.

Mark followed the other party from a distance, maintaining a perfect distance that would not allow him to be easily discovered or lost.

As for what he committed the crime, bah, it was the camera, the tool for handling the crime, which he put in the ring.

Well, he borrowed the camera from Mole early this morning.

Du Lanqi's wife swayed her waist and turned into a hotel at the end of the street.

Mark waited for two minutes and saw that the other party did not walk out before walking into the same hotel.

"Five yuan an hour, sex room ten yuan an hour."

A man with a beard and narrow eyes, who seemed to be born with a bit of vulgarity, looked at Mark and quoted the price of the room.

Mark, expressionless, approached the cashier, with a sudden hint of nervousness and anticipation on his face, and said, "Um, boss, is that beauty with beautiful curly hair in that room just now?"

The boss looked at Mark warily and said, "Who are you? What do you want to do? It is impossible for me to betray the customer's information!"

Mark whispered sheepishly: "Well, my friend asked me to come with him. He said it was a surprise for that beauty."

"Yo!" The boss's eyes lit up, he smiled at Mark, and said, "You know how to play, brother!"

"However, I still can't tell you! Can't you just ask your friend?"

Mark took out several green bills and handed them over.

The boss took it and said directly: "303!"