Starting From Fooling the Elderly into Registering for a Cultivation Training Class

　　 "Why didn't you miss it?" In the room, the brown-haired man was surprised and didn't believe his eyes.

　　 He is very confident in his sniper skills, even if it is a kilometer away, objects the size of a ping-pong ball can be hit.

　　 But now, less than a hundred meters away, he didn't even hit the target. He couldn't accept it at all.

　　 "It must be because of the wind." The brown-haired man comforted himself.

　　 a little bit!

　　 He squatted down again, ready to attack again.

　　 Turned on the infrared thermal imaging system, but no target was found in the sight.

　　 "Where are people?"

　　 The brown-haired man couldn't help but look for the target immediately.

　　 "Are you looking for me?" A cold voice came from behind him.

　　 turned around, the brown-haired man's pupils suddenly shrank, and he lost his voice: "You...how did you come in?"

　　 This person is Qin Chuan.

　　 Huang Huang squatted on his shoulders, spitting water at the brown-haired man.

　　 There was something in the saliva, which was the bullet that hit Qinchuan just now.

　　 The sound of the bullet falling is very crisp.

　　 The brown-haired man was horrified, and his mind was full of question marks.

　　 When surprised, Qin Chuan stretched out his hand and strangled his neck, then lifted him into the air.

　　 "Who sent you here? Why did you want to kill me?" Qin Chuan showed cold eyes, killing intently.

　　 The brown-haired man grabbed Qin Chuan's arm with his hands, and said with difficulty: "You let me go first, I'll say it later."

　　 Qin Chuan pressed his fingers slightly and continued to squeeze the brown-haired man's neck.

　　 "You are not eligible to bargain with me."

　　 "Give you three seconds, if you don't say it, then never speak."

　　 Qin Chuan's tone is firm, and will never keep his hands when he says it.

　　As a qualified professional killer, the brown-haired man has a lot of experience, and he can see that Qin Chuan will really kill himself.

　　The killer is also afraid of death, and even more afraid.

　　 In order to survive, the brown-haired man immediately said: "I said, I said...

　　 I came to kill you after receiving a commission in the killer league. "

　　 "Killer Alliance?" Qin Chuan frowned, as if he had never heard of it.

　　 "Who hired you? Also, what organization is the Killer Alliance?" Qin Chuan continued to question.

　　 "Then... Then you let me down first, I'm almost strangled to death by you." The brown-haired man said hoarsely.

　　 "Yes." Qin Chuan was not worried that he would run away.

　　 Released his hand, and the brown-haired man came back and drew his hand.

　　 He drew two pistols from his back belt.

　　 "Go to hell!" The brown-haired man raised his mouth and fired several shots at Qinchuan.

　　 At such a short distance, it is impossible to miss.

The 　　 pistol is also equipped with a silencer, and its power is much stronger than ordinary pistols.

　　咻咻咻!

　　 Several bullets shot towards Qinchuan at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

　　 Between the lightning and flint, the yellow on Qin Chuan's shoulders suddenly disappeared.

　　 In the blink of an eye, it appeared on Qin Chuan's shoulder again.

　　 The gunfire ended, but Qin Chuan was unharmed.

　　 The brunette is dumbfounded.

　　 The next moment, Qin Chuan lifted his arm, his anger came out, turned into an invisible big hand, and pinched the brown-haired man so that he could not move.

　　 Qin Chuan said: "Give you a chance if you don't know how to cherish it. It seems that I am going to teach you a little lesson."

　　 The words fell, and the infuriating hand squeezed forcefully, and a string of cracked bones sounded instantly.

　　 The brown-haired man's chest collapsed immediately, and he spit out a big mouthful of blood.

　　 "What kind of monster are you...?" The brown-haired man has never seen this method before, and his eyes are full of fear.

　　 Qin Chuan smiled: "You haven't answered my previous question."

　　 "If I said, would you let me go?" the brown-haired man said weakly.

　　 "No." Qin Chuan answered directly.

　　 "I don't want to die, as long as you let me go, I am willing to be a cow and a horse for you." The brown-haired man has a strong desire to survive.

　　 Qin Chuan shook his head: "I have given the opportunity, you know it in your heart."

　　 Hearing this, the brown-haired man was completely desperate.

　　 But he really doesn't want to die.

　　 He is still young and still has a lot to do.

　　 However, Qin Chuan will not give him another chance.

　　 Even if the brown-haired man doesn't say it, he still has the means to know.

　　 is just a price to pay, but it doesn’t matter anymore.

　　...

　　 Qin Chuan stood outside the door and waited for a while.

　　 Huang Huang Ben rushed out.

　　 "Is it cleaned up?" Qin Chuan asked.

　　 Huang Huang licked his mouth, then jumped on Qin Chuan's shoulder.

　　 "Let's go then!"

　　...

　　 Go back to the apartment.

　　 The two of them are still asleep on the bed. It is estimated that they have slept for a long time.

　　 Qin Chuan took Zhao Xuanxuan’s laptop and typed in "Killer Alliance" on the web page.

　　 Soon, many introductions and content about the "Killer Alliance" popped up on the web page.

　　 Qin Chuan opened one by one, watching very carefully.

　　 A few minutes later, he closed the computer and murmured: "It turned out to be just a platform."

　　 Originally, Qin Chuan thought the Killer Alliance was an organization and planned to eradicate it.

　　 But after understanding, it was different from what he thought.

　　 In this case, he knew that he could find the person who hired the killer.

　　...

　　 In the evening, the sun sets down.

　　 The afterglow of the setting sun dyes the sky red, blooming the last light of the day.

　　 On the roof of the Fangshi Group Building, a man walked up.

　　 The man's eyes are hollow, like being hypnotized.

　　 He walked slowly towards the edge of the rooftop without any intention of stopping.

　　 The man stands on the edge of the roof, half of his foot is in the air, his body is shaky, and he may fall off at any time.

　　 At this time, his eyes gradually recovered their looks, but they still didn't look like gods.

　　 The man raised his head, facing the falling sun, weeping.

　　 "I...I don't want to die."

　　 "I don't want to die..."

"Who can help me…"

　　 The man's mouth was shaking, and even his entire face was shaking.

　　 Actually, he doesn't want to do this, but there is power controlling his body.

　　 He wanted to resist, but he was powerless, unable to resist this force at all.

　　 The man just stood there with his face facing the sun, as if waiting for something.

　　 And because of the high floor of the building, no one would notice him at all.

　　...

　　天, gradually darkened.

　　 The sunset is only a little higher than the horizon, and it is about to sink all the way down. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 At this moment, the lights are on in every household,

　　 Wang Zhixing paced back and forth in the living room.

　　 He prepared a table of good dishes and waited for his son to come over.

At this time, the doorbell rang.

　　 Wang Zhixing's eyes lit up and he immediately opened the door.

　　 "Grandpa, we came to see you."

　　 Before the door was fully opened, I heard the voice of my granddaughter Huanhuan.

　　 Wang Zhixing felt even happier.

　　The door finally opened.

"dad?"

"dad?"

"grandfather?"

　　 The three were shocked, and the gift box in their hands almost fell off.

　　 Wang Zhixing was very happy.

　　 It has been almost half a year since I saw them last time.

　　 My son is the chief of public security, and my daughter-in-law is a prosecutor. They are very busy at work.

　　The granddaughter is full of various tuition classes and interest classes every day.

　　 In this way, there is no free time at all.

　　 Now, to be able to get together, Wang Zhixing is not to mention having fun.

　　 "What are you doing in a daze, come in!" Wang Zhixing felt anxious when he saw them stuck in place.

　　Wang Jiajun regained his senses and looked at Wang Zhixing very solemnly.

　　 Wang Zhixing is very young now, he looks only in his thirties.

　　 As a son, Wang Jiajun is very sure that the man in front of him is indeed his father.

　　 But, after half a year, why did such a big change happen?

　　 "Dad, how are you..." Wang Jiajun was about to ask when the phone rang.

"Hey!"

　　 "Director, something has happened."

"what happened?"

　　 "Fang Yuke of the Fang Group fell down to his death."

"what…"