The Last Killer

Luna Island, South Island base, in a large room with four walls.

When several burly men in camouflage uniforms came in, handed out sportswear-style uniforms to everyone, and told them that they would start working the day after tomorrow, everyone was a little surprised.

"Being on the job so soon, isn't it a closed training period?" Someone asked.

The man glanced at him mockingly, "Here, it's closed. Training period? You still have a day and two nights to train yourself."

After the yin and yang said strangely, he left two big boxes and went out with his companions.The iron gate slammed shut behind these powerful men.

A young black man caught up and shook the iron gate a few times. "Locked up!" he yelled. "Damn they can't just lock us up like this, it's illegal imprisonment!"

"—Closed. Boy, can you spell that word?" A white man with a short beard rolled his eyes at him and said in a bad tone, "Oh, I forgot, niggers don't have time for school." , they are only interested in fighting for breaking balls and twisting asses in the streets."

The black youth rushed forward furiously, and punched him in the face: "What the fuck are you barking at?!"

Not to be outdone, the opponent scuffled into a ball with him.Some passionate and good-hearted people began to join the battle circle, and spontaneously divided into two distinct factions according to skin color-white on one side, black and brown on the other.More people were onlookers cheering and adding fuel to the fire.

"Boring." Luo Yi said, while opening the cardboard box, he took out two sandwiches and a bottle of purified water.

Sitting next to him, Chanier also began to eat against the clock, "A bunch of energetic idiots," he commented disdainfully, "So what if you win, is there any bonus?"

"Buddhas fight for a stick of incense, but people fight for their breath." Luo Yi was not interested in dry beef, so he pulled it out and threw it into Chanier's hand, then pulled out the chicken leg meat from the opponent's sandwich and stuffed it into himself In the bread, there is a brilliant summary at the end: "Put cats and dogs in a cage, and they always have to fight to determine the winner-they are born enemies."

The former gang leader tolerantly acquiesced to the robbery of Asian youths, gnawed at the piece of beef with disgust, and sneered at the same time: "If someone gives money, I can beat them all to the ground."

He did not receive the adoring eyes of the Asian youth as he wished, but instead attracted a thin boy nearby who stuffed food into his mouth desperately.He was a small white man with messy brown-red hair and brown freckles on the bridge of his nose. He looked no more than twenty years old. "Really, buddy, are you so strong? You're not bragging." He approached with glowing eyes and asked, "My name is Zeller, what's your name?"

Shanier glared at him angrily, and said coldly, "Did I talk to you? Get lost!"

The dark atmosphere piled up by blood and human life immediately frightened the poor boy, he jumped up as if being pricked by a needle, and dodged several meters away.

Before the crowd finally realized that eating is more important than grudges, Luo Yi touched another bottle of water and hid it on his body, and said to Shanier: "It's okay to scare weak chickens, if you have free time, go fight with Lao Hei , He just wanted to take advantage of my ass."

Shanier knew that the old black he was talking about was referring specifically to the one in the same dormitory last night, remembering that the other party touched his thigh once, and now he completely ignored his threat, he suddenly became angry, and his vicious eyes scanned The crowd stared at the big black guy squatting by the wall and eating a sandwich: "... If he dares to move again, I will kill him!"

"Be careful to put yourself back in prison again. I don't care, anyway, it's not me who picks up the soap." Luo Yi was satisfied with his meal, and dug his ears comfortably with his little fingertips, and his playful expression made Xia Ni Er wanted to punch him, and even more wanted to hold him under the shower head and fuck him hard.

With some kind of dangerous emotion, he slowly turned his head towards Luo Yi, and lowered his voice in the other's ear: "One day I will fuck you until your ass blooms, just wait, bitch."

The Asian youth chuckled and responded, "I'll wait, little wolf dog."

After the chaotic group dinner, the company seemed to think of compensation, and the men in camouflage opened the door again and distributed hard currency.The crowd who had tasted the sweetness before suddenly became emotional, as if all the disputes and complaints were eliminated in the lingering light smoke. Some people were not even satisfied with the leaves and K powder, and stretched out their hands to the ice and white powder.

Chanier held a marijuana cigarette between his fingers and handed it to Luo Yi: "Try again? I promise it will be good this time."

The latter flicked his finger away with lingering fear, "Fuck you, do you really want me to light a cigarette and stuff it up your ass?"

"Okay, you can continue to pretend to be innocent, and you will be Mary's righteous Joseph." Chanel smiled and retracted his hand.

Luo Yi glanced at the smoky crowd and asked him, "Aren't you going to get high-end goods?"

"I'm not that stupid." Shanier played with the cigarette between his fingers, "Do you know how much hard currency has passed in my hand? I'm familiar with these things-it's fine to smoke some soft ones, if it's stained Those hard ones will be over for a lifetime." He lit it with a lighter, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and his floating expression appeared transparent and illusory in the blue smoke.

Luo Yi looked at the man who was immersed in pleasure, his dark amber eyes were so indifferent that there was no emotion at all, and then he walked towards his bed with the distributed orange uniform.

After a while, Chanier followed, lying on his lower bunk, muttering: "I hate orange, it reminds me of the livery of Rikers Island Prison..."

Luo Yi ignored him, staring at the dirty lines on the ceiling, silently thinking: the day after tomorrow... the day after tomorrow.

The next day, North Island, Luna Clubhouse.

On the sofa chairs in the hall, eleven men sat in different postures.Garcia glanced around calmly, but he did not see Edman. It seems that the fat man was scared by the police and hid himself in the villa, not daring to get involved with the club any more.

Standing in the middle of the room, Oliver, the secretary of the president, smiled and said the polite words, and finally started to get down to the topic: "The club activities of this issue will officially start at 500:[-] tomorrow morning. According to the usual practice, each person has a long and short gun of any brand and model; [-] bullets; two special sabers; a high-powered telescope; an off-road jeep; and a driver and bodyguard.

Here I repeat the rules again and again: in the hunting ground during the event, each member can hunt and kill orange-red humans and beasts freely, but the number of daily hunts cannot exceed three; every night from 20:8 to [-]:[-] am Hunting ban time; the South Island camp, including the surrounding open space, is a safe zone. Hunting and killing animals are not allowed in the safe zone, but ambushes are allowed on the trail leading to the safe zone..."

Oliver routinely read out the rules, and the members present listened absentmindedly while eagerly waiting for the arrival of tomorrow. In the end, no one raised their hands when asked if anyone had given up participating in this session.Although the nightingales here are top-notch, and in order to get the large bonus of the "Wildlife Protection Award" set up by the club, the nightingales have tried their best to pester the guests and try to make them "enjoy hunting", but almost all members Both wine, sex and hunting are correct.

— with one exception.When Oliver left the court, he looked at the new member secretly: After receiving the report from the person in charge of Nightingale last night, he couldn't help but wonder if there was a weak function hidden under the handsome appearance of the other party; The arms boss in the semi-market, his vision is so high that he can't even look down on those one-in-a-thousand stunners?

It's a bit troublesome, he thought distressedly, if it's the latter, this is something that has never happened since the establishment of the club, and it will damage the reputation if it spreads out - who knows if Garcia will say contemptuously in the circle : Luna Nightingale?Oh, those are all vulgar fans who are not worth mentioning...God, if it reaches the ears of the young Duke of Avre who really cares about face... Maybe he will be thrown into the lagoon around the island full of sharks show punishment!

Oliver secretly shivered, and decided to report this incident in time, so that even if there was any mistake in the future, the responsibility would not fall entirely on him.

That night, Leo had just finished taking a shower when the doorbell rang.

He quickly adjusted the camouflage of his head and face, fastened the belt of his long white bathrobe, and walked over to open the door.

That night, Leo had just finished taking a shower when the doorbell rang.

He quickly adjusted the camouflage of his head and face, fastened the belt of his long white bathrobe, and walked over to open the door.

Outside the door were two strong men in black suits. They said respectfully, "Mr. Yang, I'm sorry to disturb your rest. The Duke of Little Avre would like to invite you over for a cup of tea. Please do so."

Petit Avril?Leo didn't expect that when he was still thinking about how to get close to the son of the deprived duke, the other party came to his door.

Is this the start of a multiplier with half the effort, or an ominous portent?He thought about it for two seconds, and decided to seize this rare opportunity no matter what. According to the information he had, Little Avril rarely showed up at club activities, and the organization affairs were usually handed over to the secretary Oliver. , Compared with hunting with live ammunition, he seems to be more interested in activities such as salons that are full of leisure and fun and do not require physical labor.

For Leo, those upper-class salons seem to be something in another universe. He can neither taste the origin and month of a certain bottle of wine, nor remember who the ancestor of each famous racehorse is. ——You can't expect that in less than a week of intensive training, you can package a commoner into a real nobleman. At best, he can only be regarded as a high-quality imitation, or the kind that dare not take off the shell.

Now that such an opportunity fell from the sky, Leo decided to seize it even though he felt that it was inexplicable and dangerous.

"It's a great honor," he showed his signature expression—a half-smile that seems approachable but full of arrogance and distance (this micro-expression, he had practiced it in front of the mirror no less than a hundred times before he learned it from his etiquette teacher. Barely passed), said to the two bodyguards, "Can I change my clothes first?"

Fifteen minutes later, under the guidance of bodyguards, Leo appeared in the innermost part of the clubhouse, in a building that looked like a European castle.Entering a black walnut door with rich patterns, in front of you is a luxuriously decorated reception room. In the spacious space, only two maids are making tea lightly.

No, not just these two, there was another person on the terrace. His back was blocked by layers of white gauze curtains, and only some outlines could be vaguely seen. It was easy to be ignored, but Leo's keen professionalism made him quickly discover him.

After making tea, the maids curtseyed and retreated quietly. The wooden door closed silently, and the reception room suddenly became a silent art gallery.

Leo was not in the mood to admire rare treasures.After a short thought, he intuitively chose a starting point, walked over to lift the gauze curtain, and stood side by side with the man in front of the balcony railing as if very casually. "There is a wonderful collection in the room. You like the works of art, don't you, Duke?"

"Yes, but I prefer the way people look at those works of art." The other man said in an elegant British accent, his language was so formal that it was almost in tune.

Leo immediately had a preliminary summary of him: a noble heir who was immersed in the sense of superiority cultivated by the long family history.This can also be seen from his attire, the shoulder-length curly hair tied behind his head with a ribbon, the silk white shirt with lace collar and cuffs, and the slim waistcoat with blue background and silver pattern with gemstones as buttons, full of quaint The baroque style is as vivid as coming out of a medieval oil painting.

His appearance is handsome and elegant, his complexion is so pale that he rarely sees the sun, but his eyes are dark like two deep wells, his eyes flickering, like the edges of the wells under the moonlight, rippling with a layer of self-respecting light—this finely carved The young man leaning on the railing in a delicate posture is Little Avril, the target of his trip.

"Understandable." Leo nodded slightly, "I also have a lot of collections, but unlike the Duke, they are not more valuable as they get older, but they are updated quite quickly. In fact, I also prefer people to look at them eyes, especially when I put them on their foreheads."

Little Avril looked at him a little surprised, as if he was surprised by the naked violence in the words. Although he knew the identity of the other party - a military chief with a good family background, but judging from his appearance, he didn't look like a butcher at all. type.

Leo laughed first, "I said it too vulgarly? I'm sorry, Your Excellency the Duke."

"No, it's interesting to say that," said little Avril. "You're more interesting than I thought, Mr. Young. I think we might be friends. You can call me Lista."

Leo didn't think that he could make friends with Jr. Avril just by meeting him once. It was more like a social recognition—the other party recognized his identity and gave him the right to talk directly to himself .Of course, the attitude of King Arthur towards the Knights of the Round Table is used.A round table does not mean sitting on an equal footing, but a kind of tolerance like a gift.

But Leo doesn't care about these, he just needs to hit the snake with the stick, appear confident and casual, "Then you can also call me Garcia directly."

Appreciation flashed across Little Avril's eyes, and he stretched out his hand: "Nice to meet you, my friend."

"Me too." Leo shook hands with him politely, feeling a damp coldness, like the scaly skin of a cold-blooded animal.

He doesn't like this feminine and gorgeous man, no matter in terms of public affairs or private feelings.But right now he had to hide it and act like he liked it.

"With all due respect, will you participate in tomorrow's event?" Leo asked.

Little Avril didn't answer directly, but asked instead: "Do you know about fox hunting?"

"Fox hunting?"

"Yes, an event with a long history. With our own horses and shotguns, we go to enjoy the fresh country air, the leisurely life of the manor, the sense of honor of killing the people, and the good-looking The dewy love affair of country girls is one of the hobbies of the nobles. However, I prefer to watch it than to personally make myself smell of blood and gunpowder. Panicked and exhausted prey; A hunter who is pressing hard, everything is staged on the jungle stage like a drama, how interesting! The only difference is that on the ordinary stage, the fallen characters can be resurrected behind the scenes, waiting for the next time to play, and continue the same lines; This real stage—"

Little Avril stretched out his arms condescendingly to the distant jungle, and a musician generally made a commanding gesture: "Every life is only once, and each line will never be repeated. No one knows the next moment the red flower of death will be thrown on the ground." In which person—isn’t this completely unknown splendor more touching than any drama?” He closed his eyes intoxicated, as if he was listening to some kind of inaudible music, mixed in Lin Tao and the sea breeze Spread the word—that is about to be staged, a life-sustaining sound.

Fuck you breathtaking!Leo scolded in his heart, that's not a fox, it's a real person who is exactly like you!Or do you feel that you have become so noble that you are out of the realm of human beings? !At this moment, he had the urge to throw the scumbag beside him off the high platform, but when he thought of the task, he gritted his teeth and held back, and with an admiring smile, he said something that made him sick: "Although I don't know much about stage plays and the like." I don’t have much interest in things, but I have to admit that your imagination is enough to turn decay into magic. This idea is really wonderful! Compared with those beasts that are more than ferocious and less intelligent, humans and beasts are the most interesting and challenging Sexual prey, I can't wait to experience your creativity!"

The duke's son is like a cat whose fur has been stroked, showing a lazy and comfortable look. "You're full of life, Garcia, but you don't pay much attention to work and rest," he said meaningfully. "Don't you think the nightingale is a lovely bird with a beautiful song?"

Leo shrugged regretfully, "I know that saying this may offend people, but I'm not very good at lying. Those birds have beautiful feathers, but they have no temperament or connotation. It's really hard to tempt me."

"Temperament and connotation?" Little Avril turned his head to look at him, "What kind of temperament and connotation do you want?" Under the moonlight, his side face is gorgeous and intimidating, exuding a stale sweet fragrance like opium, from elegant to There is only a thin line between eroticism, and Leo was caught off guard by the quick change, "Like me?"

"Just, like you..." he repeated stammeringly.

With a stimulating sense of conquest, little Avril smiled. He didn't mind having more ministers under his pants, especially this young and strong arms chief was his favorite type of appearance.

He approached two steps leisurely, used his fair and slender fingers to pull out the fancy handkerchief folded in his chest pocket, slowly and provocatively stuffed it into another man's neckline, close to the other man's face, and said in a soft voice : "If you can hunt down the most cunning and beautiful fox, dedicate it to me, and I will reward you... Look forward to my reward, it will make your heart flutter."

It wasn't until he returned to his villa room that Leo washed off the fascination on his face and put on a sober and disgusted expression.Unbearable, he pulled out the silk handkerchief sprayed with perfume from his collar, and threw it into the trash can like a dirty thing. Take it out and throw it into a deep drawer in the closet.

He originally thought that Little Avril was a scumbag who disregarded human life, but now it seemed that he needed to add another modifier: a promiscuous scum who disregarded human life.God knows why this guy is interested in me, recalling the way he looked at him, with obscene and evil desires, like a female spider that devours its mate alive while copulating, spraying out bewitching blood from every pore venom.

——Damn it, why didn't it be stated in the information provided by the bureau that he has a hobby of seducing male members?Leo thought angrily, then I must ask the makeup artist to do an ugly look for me.

Thinking that in order to complete the task, he had to be seduced by someone at his door, and what was even more unbearable was that he couldn't forcefully refuse to avoid the other party's anger... Leo was so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood.

I really hope this damn mission ends sooner rather than later!He took another shower to wash away the smell of the perfume, and then took a pill and lay down on the bed. While waiting for sleepiness to come, he thought silently: Tomorrow... Tomorrow.

According to the doctor's advice, the dosage of the drug, which was halved and then halved, was not as weak as he had feared. Perhaps it was because Debi's ghost left peacefully and no longer haunted him, and he slowly fell asleep.

He dreamed of his boy standing at a white wedding ceremony with Jasmine holding a bouquet.Every word on the congratulatory card stretched out its claws and grabbed him so tightly that he couldn't turn around and escape, and the pain continued.

He also dreamed of Sha Qing, whose body was bathed in blood and whose face was blurred.When he raised his gun and threw the opponent who was trying to escape to the ground, he suddenly found that they were hugging naked on the battlefield full of corpses.

Sha Qing's eyes were cold, but his body was hot.A part of him was inside him, and his thorns were inside him.

follow me.He heard him say, keep chasing me till hell...

Leo woke up suddenly.

The morning light outside the window is faint, and the hunting day of the goddess Artemis has arrived.