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Chapter 13 The Sorrow of the Female Ninja and the Hell of the Female Ninja

Apartment bathroom

Link turned the switch, and the shower head at the top suddenly began to flow.

The bone-cold water washed over the body of the nightingale who was tied up below, and it also woke it up.

Opening her eyes, she quickly looked around, and soon realized her current situation.

With his arms behind his back, thick and long hemp ropes were intertwined around his delicate body. With Link's superb rope skills that he had learned in professional Japanese documentaries,

There was no chance for her to break free.

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And Nightingale found that the harder she struggled, the tighter the knot became, and the friction continued.

After a while, her face turned red, her limbs became weak, and she no longer struggled feebly.

Having already taken off his mask, Link stretched out his hand and pinched his cheek. He carefully considered it for a long time.

I noticed that he had a somewhat familiar face, to be precise, he looked more like teacher Rina Amamiya.

So Link tentatively spoke,

"Miss Dihua, what kind of job do you do?"

(ω｀)

Nightingale looked at Link as if she were looking at an idiot, tightly closing her red lips and saying nothing.

Link also felt embarrassed, but he still spoke confidently,

"It's not that easy to be okay if you fall into my hands..."

Afterwards, Link began to move his hands up and down, groping for places where items could be hidden on Nightingale, trying to find items that could prove his identity.

When pressing, Link clearly felt that there was a foreign object inside.

So, under Nightingale's horrified eyes, Link pressed hard and raised his hand at the same time...

"Pah, pah -"

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"No, you can hide in this place, right?"

"Fuck, how did you do it for so long?"

"Is there any more? Let me look for it..."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

Wearing gloves, Link took out a cylindrical scroll box-like object.

After opening it, I saw about a dozen gold coins with complex patterns etched on their surfaces.

"Gold coins, killer...wait, are they familiar?"

Link's thoughts were spinning rapidly, and he quickly found a work that matched this element in his mind.

"You are the killer of the Continental Hotel?"

Looking at Nightingale, who was rolling her eyes, drooling, with a rosy complexion, and collapsed like mud,

"Is it so good?"

Holding the box and gold coins in his hand, Link stood up, left the bathroom, and walked to the bedroom, preparing to contact Brad and try to ask for some information.

And just a moment after Link left,

Nightingale, who looked like she was fainting just now, regained clarity in her eyes, and ignored her embarrassed appearance.

"Hmph, at this level, it's just a warm-up for me who has experienced many battles."

She quickly got up from the bathroom floor. Under Link's groping, Nightingale also got a chance.

Secretly using body movements and long-practiced techniques, he briefly removed several bone joints and narrowed the body.

Originally, the hemp rope could no longer bind it tightly.

The nightingale twisted its flexible body, and the hemp rope was slowly untied.

But she accidentally sat down on the cold ground.

"hiss--"

The cold excitement that rushed straight into her mind made Nightingale squint her eyes.

"This guy is too rude, has no skills at all, is a little bit off, too cold..."

"After I get out, I will definitely..."

"What do you mean?"

Link's faint voice came from outside the door,

"?!"

Before Nightingale could react, Link stretched out his big iron-like hands and strangled Nightingale's neck.

"Ahem, cough, cough, I mean I will serve you well..."

Immediately, Nightingale put on a seductive expression, and her slender thighs pressed close to her,

In an attempt to use beauty to capture Link's psychological defense,

Link naturally stretched out his hand and found a mouse that could keep his palm from moving.

His eyes are full of intoxication and excitement,

"Humph, man, that's all."

Nightingale's eyes were full of disdain. She had been in the killer industry for more than ten years, and it was not like she had never encountered the moment when she kicked the iron plate and missed.

But relying on this graceful body, she can kill the target and complete the task when the target reaches the peak of pleasure.

She is good at poison training and regularly injects chronic toxins into her body. It can be said that even if Nightingale cannot kill the target immediately, the target will be tortured to death by toxins and diseases after making love with her.

Next, she just needs to let Link take her to the bedroom...

Suddenly, Nightingale felt a sharp pain in her chest, which almost made her scream.

But under the current situation, she didn't blurt out any abuse. Instead, she looked pitiful and spoke delicately,

"Don't use so much force."

"I'll try to see if it's original."

Link looked serious,

"...⊙▽⊙"

"Okay, it's almost time..."

Hearing this, Nightingale's eyes flashed with excitement. Can it finally be over...

Holding Nightingale in his arms, Link left the bathroom and walked to the bedroom.

Throw the nightingale in your arms towards the bed,

Nightingale squinted her eyes, skillfully assumed a charming posture, spoke in a lazy and intoxicating voice, and twisted her lilac uvula,

"Come on~"

"Why is this bed covered with plastic sheet~"

"You'll know right away."

"Because it's time to send you on your way."

Link suddenly changed his previous affectionate expression, his eyes were full of coldness,

"ah!?"

Nightingale had not yet gotten over the confusion about the plastic sheeting on the bed, and was startled by Link's sudden change.

But Link quickly pulled out the samurai sword belonging to Nightingale that was leaning against the corner.

The sharp blade pressed against Nightingale's throat, and Link spoke in a deep voice,

"Any last words?"

"Why... why?"

Nightingale's eyes were full of confusion. According to common sense, no man should be able to resist his temptation.

But this invincible move fell on Link today.

For a mere 800,000 yuan, am I going to die here like this?

Nightingale was filled with endless regret and pain at the moment. If God could give her another chance, she would definitely not choose to swim in this muddy water...

Link leaned close to Nightingale's ear and said,

"I'm afraid your 13th birthday is poisonous..."

Then, Link raised his sword and slashed Nightingale's throat with his katana.

"Also...I find it dirty."

The spilled blood dropped just right on the plastic sheet arranged in advance,

Nightingale, whose throat was cut off, naturally spread her arms and closed her eyes tightly.

The bright red blood flows slowly,

Like a living Ukiyo-e of death.

Immediately afterwards, Link took out the note in his pocket, which contained a series of numbers.

This is the "Scavenger" contact information that Link asked from Brad.

"You can come here, I need cleaning services here..."