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"It's really troublesome. This Job doesn't know where Kingpin is?"

Wheeler whispered, walking between the buildings on the street, rushing to his next target, Kingpin's personal assistant James Wesley.

Kingpin hid very deeply, and many things were handled by his personal assistant, and Job also followed the orders of James Wesley.

If anyone must have known where Kingpin was, it was James Wesley.

And James Wesley is in...

Suddenly, Weller, who had just jumped up and was jumping to the rooftop of the opposite building, tilted his head and at the same time, the knife in his hand rolled up a whirlpool of flames in mid-air.

Ding Ding!

After several clear sounds, Weller lost his balance in mid-air and fell from mid-air without any movement.

Seeing this scene, the killers lurking in the distance smiled.

They seem to have succeeded.

After knowing that the ghost appeared in the Blackthorn Bar, they tried their luck to ambush the surroundings. Unexpectedly, they actually saw the ghost.

Being able to complete an assassination mission and get a large sum of money at the same time is simply not very satisfying.

Just when they were about to put away their guns and find the ghost's body, Weller quietly appeared behind the killers.

The dark night trench coat has a really good hiding effect in the dark.

Weller secretly nodded, but the knife in his hand had already been inserted into the vest of a killer.

The sudden scene shocked the killers, but their professionalism made them react immediately.

But Wheeler was faster than them.

呲呲!

After two slashes, the two killers froze on the spot, and the last killer shot several bullets at Weller.

Weller protected his vital points and allowed the bullets to hit his body, but dark runes flashed on the dark night windbreaker, blocking the bullets.

So, providing meager magical defense means that it can block bullets?

Weller's eyes flickered, and he put the knife on the killer's neck: "Who are you working for?"

The killer sneered: "Fate will not let you go!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he moved his head forward...

Weller withdrew his knife, grabbed the opponent's hair, and said calmly: "Are you thinking too much?"

The killer was stunned, panic appearing in his eyes.

The act of suicide just now had exhausted all his courage.

Weller stared at the other person with his cold eyes and said slowly: "Destiny? Why won't fate let me go?"

The killer said calmly: "You are the enemy of fate!"

"Don't talk nonsense, who sent you here?"

"destiny……"

呲!

Before the other party could finish speaking, Weller's knife pierced the other party's heart.

He had a lot to do tonight, but he didn't have time to listen to the other party's nonsense.

The killer glared unwillingly, but Weller licked his lips out of habit.

Four killers, but they had very little money, only a few hundred in total, and there was nothing about their identities, but...

"what is this?"

Looking at a piece of paper taken from a killer, Weller opened it and read it.

There is only one name on the paper, and there is another piece of gauze on this paper.

gauze?destiny?

Wanted?

A bullet that can turn?

Weller looked like he had a headache.

He already had a lot on his plate, why did these weavers get involved?

Who hired these killers?Or...is it really fate?

A series of thoughts flashed through Weller's mind, but when he saw the name on the paper, he chuckled.

ghost.

The name written on the paper was the ghost's, not his.

"It seems like this Destiny's abilities are limited."

With a low chuckle, Weller tore up the paper.

League of Assassins, he noted.

When the Hell's Kitchen thing is over, he will have a good communication with the other party.

Now, his target is James Wesley.

Thinking of this, Weller looked into the distance and jumped from the roof. The dark night trench coat flickered, and his figure became blurred and melted into the darkness.

Half an hour later, a car stopped in front of a building.

This building looks like an ordinary office building, but it is one of the properties of Fisker Group in Hell's Kitchen. Although there are several companies working in it, in fact, these companies are Fisker's gang members.

Jin Bin's appearance skills are very good. Although he controls countless gang industries, he still disguises himself as an ordinary real estate businessman.

Weller got out of the car and handed the man a bill.

"No, no need!"

The driver looked at the masked Weller excitedly.

He's a fan of Ghost.

Weller smiled, stuffed the money into the driver's jacket pocket, turned and walked towards the building.

The driver looked at Weller's back, guessing what the ghost would do next, but what surprised him was that he was clearly staring at the ghost's back, but after just blinking twice, he could no longer see the ghost.

"As expected of my idol, if I can have the ability to be a ghost..."

The driver just thought about it for a moment and started to get excited.

At the same time, Weller had quietly sneaked into the building.

It was already late at night, and there were not many people moving in the building. With the information provided by the bearded Job, Weller easily found James Wesley's room.

He cut open the door lock with a knife and rushed in.

"no one?"

Weller frowned.

His luck won't be so bad today, right?

"Maybe he's not in the room."

Weller whispered and decided to search in the building.

Even if you don't find anyone, it's good to find some ill-gotten wealth to fill your own coffers.

Weller used the shadows in the building to hide himself and wandered around the building.

After knocking out two lucky people who met him, Weller got some good news that shocked him.

The target he was looking for was in the office on the top floor.

"It seems like my luck is pretty good."

Weller chuckled and moved towards the top floor.

But the further you go to the top floor, the more people there are, and the more excited Weller becomes.

There must be something good on the top floor, and an assistant is not qualified to enjoy such strict protection.

one, two...

Weller quietly knocked out the guards one by one, but when he saw the office door that was guarded by several people, his eyes showed helplessness.

These people were guarding the door like door gods. They would make any noise and alert the people inside.

However, there is no need to hide it.

Weller took a deep breath, and streams of air penetrated his body.

The next moment, he rushed out violently.

"who?"

The four tall, strong men roared angrily and grabbed their weapons.

But the distance of less than ten meters was too short for Weller.

Before several people could pull the gun and pull the trigger, Weller rushed in front of the four people and cut off the four people's weapons with one knife. When the people looked at the guns in their hands in confusion, he punched and kicked several people. Knocked to the ground.

Amidst the painful groans of several people, Weller rushed into the office.

But the moment Weller pushed the door open, a huge fist grew larger and larger in Weller's field of vision.