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"Sir, I can help," Peter said.

"Your task is to keep an eye on the hotel. If he escapes, you can catch him quickly. We are doing a two-pronged approach, double protection." Luo Ning said.

"Okay." Peter nodded, "Don't worry, he won't be able to escape with me."

"very good."

Luo Ning smiled at him, then put on the yellow jersey and said, "See you later."

After saying that, he pressed the button, his body suddenly shrank to the size of a flying ant, and he quickly flew towards the Gragas Hotel diagonally opposite. The reason why he didn't learn how to infiltrate secretly and hide his aura from Black Widow was because he had this high-tech support.

Peter had seen this suit that could change in size on Scott Lang, but even so, when he saw it again, he couldn't help but marvel at the power of technology, it was so cool.

After flying into the hotel, Luo Ning didn't know which room the target was staying in, so he had to look for it from floor to floor. It's a laborious job. There are just too many rooms.

Occasionally, he would meet a man and woman having sex, which would make Luo Ning blush. It was too slutty. In fact, this was quite normal. It's night time, isn't that why young couples book a room? This happens a lot in hotels. However, in addition to this, there was something even more outrageous. A pair of young men and women took out their laptops and teamed up to watch movies. They also projected the project onto the wall and turned the hotel into a private theater to watch movies in a team. Luo Ning was dumbfounded.

There are all kinds of strange things and various ways of playing. Luo Ning once thought that he was old and couldn't keep up with the times.

It wasn't until he flew into a room on the fifth floor that the bathroom faucet "squeaked" made him calm down his complicated thoughts and go in to take a look.

A man was washing his hands. This was a normal behavior, but what was abnormal was that he washed out blood and rubbed the stubborn blood stains on his hands vigorously.

There is also a bloody dagger on the sink.

Until he saw his face in the mirror, which was no different from that of an ordinary person, Luo Ning knew that this was the target he was looking for, a murderer who took pleasure in killing people.

Since you call yourself a professional killer, have you ever experienced the fear of being dominated by a high-tech killer?

Luo Ning knows that his assassination skills still need to be refined, but with high technology such as the yellow shirt suit, he can barely rank among the top assassins.

The man saw a "fly" in the mirror and immediately clasped his hands to attack him. Luo Ning quickly pulled away and flew to the floor-to-ceiling window.

He didn't pay much attention. After washing his hands, he picked up the dagger and returned to the bedroom.

Luo Ning followed. The killer did not go to bed to rest. Instead, he sat on the sofa chair next to the bed and closed his eyes to rest. He took out a gun and placed it on the armrest of the chair.

Luo Ning knew that this was a habit of most killers. For a killer, enemies were everywhere and it was impossible to go to bed and sleep peacefully. Resting on a chair, your body is in a relatively tight state. Just the slightest sound can wake you up, so you can take action in advance to avoid dying in your dream.

This was a good habit, but what he met was Luo Ning, a killer who didn't follow common sense.

With the help of high technology, even if Luo Ning dangles in front of him, the killer will not react and will only think that he is an annoying "fly".

Luo Ning's hand touched the handle of the dagger and flew behind the killer. Just as he was about to take action, the doorbell rang. Luo Ning was so frightened that he quickly moved his hand away from the button.

"Hello sir, your dinner."

"Okay, please wait."

After the killer finished speaking, his eyes suddenly opened, covered with bloodshot eyes. He checked his hands to make sure there were no blood stains, then walked to the door, checked through the peephole that it was the hotel waiter, and opened the door.

"I'll just do it myself, thank you." The killer took the plate from the waiter.

The waiter caught a glimpse of the "fly" in the room and immediately said apologetically, "I'm so sorry, sir. There is a fly in your room. This is our mistake. Please take a moment and I will bring something to clean it up."

"Um, no need. I personally like some white noise when sleeping. The frequency of the flapping of fly wings just matches a relatively soothing rhythm, which helps me fall asleep better."

The killer was telling nonsense seriously just to prevent the waiter from entering. If he noticed something, it would cause him countless troubles.

"Okay, excuse me for disturbing you. I wish you a pleasant meal. If you need anything, please ring the service bell."

The waiter always kept a smile. Although I have never heard that the sound of flies flapping their wings can make people fall asleep better, what the guests say is what they say. The world is such a big place, and it’s okay to have a few customers with quirks.

"OK."

Until the killer closed the door, Luo Ning was still frightened.

It's a good thing he didn't ask the waiter to kill him with insecticide spray or something, otherwise, he might have been forced to grow bigger. Although its smaller size makes it easier to move secretly, its ability to withstand poisonous fog is very weak and is no different from ordinary mosquitoes. But as long as it returns to normal size, even if you spray it while standing, it will only be slightly poisoned at most.

The killer quickly finished his meal, drank another glass of water, then returned to the bedroom, continued to lean on the sofa chair and closed his eyes.

Luo Ning was not in a hurry. Even if he was lying on a chair to sleep, he would fall into light sleep and deep sleep. Waiting for a while would definitely make it easier to start.

After all, it was the first time I had done something like this, and I was a little scared. But when I thought about the evil things this person had done, I plucked up the courage. This person completely deserved it. If he were allowed to continue, I don’t know how many people would be killed. .

The practice of wiping the throat came to mind over and over again, and then I mustered up my confidence, took a few deep breaths, touched the dagger with my right hand, put my left hand on the enlargement button, counted silently for three seconds, and then pressed it.

The moment it grew bigger, Luo Ning covered the killer's mouth with his left hand, held the dagger in his right hand and wiped it cleanly towards the neck, blood spraying like ink.

He struggled with the last bit of his strength and screamed feebly from his throat, but he couldn't see who killed him until he was completely dead because he couldn't even turn his neck.

Luo Ning felt that he was about to suffocate the moment he cut his throat. He had never been so nervous before, and his heart was still heaving violently.

After a while, Luo Ning wrapped the dagger in the cloth he carried with him and took it away.

He went to the bathroom to wash away the uncoagulated blood on the yellow shirt, pressed the button and shrank to the size of an ant again, and flew out along the crack in the door.

"For top assassins, external assistance is a drag, which will disrupt their own rhythm and lead to the failure of the assassination. Complete a perfect assassination alone, and Widowmaker's transformation form has been activated."

Ronin flew down the corridor and heard Athena's report midway. He couldn't help but smile, which relieved his previous tension.

But it's too true. For top killers, external assistance is a drag. Is this a hint to someone?