After Rebecca completed her revenge, she immediately left the United States and hid in Brazil.
She originally planned to change her identity and live in a different place after the mutual aid society's search for her was less intense.
The mutual aid association was still as strong as I remembered, and within less than a month, Mr. X tracked us down.
She had more complicated feelings about the fraternity than about William Johnson and Wolf Ainsworth, the men who directly caused her sister's death.
If I die like this, then I won't have to worry about whether to fight them anymore, right? She thought to herself and closed her eyes.
With her eyes closed, she naturally did not see a head silently emerge from the edge of the rooftop, followed by the entire body. The whole process was gentle and even, and it climbed onto the rooftop without any smoke or fire.
Mr. X was confident of victory, and his cold face finally began to show excitement: "Do you want to die? That's too boring. I can tell you a free piece of information. Your biological parents who died in a car accident were actually killed by me."
Rebecca opened her eyes suddenly: "What?"
She was stunned and stared at the back of Mr. X's head, revealing a look of surprise and disbelief.
Seeing her expression, Mr. X grinned without any surprise: "Because of you! You have shown the talent to become a formal assassin since you were a child. Unfortunately, your parents are not tactful. You have been missing for a year and they are still tracking you down. I had no choice but to run them over with my car and then threw a drunk unlucky guy in the driver's seat."
Rebecca gritted her teeth: "I'm going to kill you!"
Mr. X sighed, "I have been paying attention to you since you were a child. You are a good product that I have cultivated. I wanted to find a chance to x you, but you lost control too quickly and didn't give me the chance! Forget it, although it's a pity that you haven't been with a man yet, just go and die!"
As he said this, he pointed the gun he had snatched from Rebecca's hand at her chin: "There is just one last bullet. This is God's will."
Rebecca suddenly laughed, her face full of sarcasm: "Yes, this is God's will."
Mr. X suddenly felt a cool breeze blowing on the back of his neck.
It felt like someone was breathing behind him, and his hair stood on end. He wanted to throw himself forward and turn around.
A big hand had already grabbed the back of his neck and lifted him into the air.
"Didn't God tell you not to talk nonsense before silencing someone? Well, he probably didn't say that." A young voice teased.
Mr. X's hand loosened and Rebecca fell to the ground, lying there gasping for breath.
She raised her head with difficulty, her expression strange, as if she didn't know what to say.
Behind Mr. X, a face that she just became somewhat familiar with appeared. Who else could it be but Luke, the young man with a young beard
Luke taunted and raised his foot to kick twice.
With two cracks, Mr. X's knees shattered.
He then threw Mr. X to the ground, rummaged in his backpack, and took out a deck of playing cards: "I'll give you a chance. Play ten rounds of blackjack with me. As long as you win five rounds, I'll let you go."
Mr. X gritted his teeth: "Who are you?"
Luke rolled his eyes and punched him in the left shoulder.
Snap!
Mr. X cried out in pain.
"Come or not? This is your only chance." Luke shook the poker cards in his hand.
Mr. X gritted his teeth and said, "Come on."
Less than two minutes later, Mr. X shouted in shock and anger: "This is only the sixth game, and you have only won four games."
But Luke shook his head, put away his playing cards, and stood up: "Even if you win five games, I will let you go."
Mr. X: “Ah?”
Rebecca: “What?”
Luke suddenly kicked out, and with a snap, Mr. X's last intact right arm was shattered and fractured: "I let you go, but whether she lets you go or not is none of my business."
"You should want to kill him yourself, right?" He handed the Safari Arms Matchmaster that originally belonged to Rebecca to her: "There is still one bullet. This seems to be God's will."
Mr. X was already cursing.
Rebecca took the gun, but shook her head: "This is too easy for him."
Luke groaned, tilted his head and thought for a moment, then reached into the backpack behind him and handed him a towel and a butane flamethrower. “Are these enough?”
Mr. X's scolding suddenly stopped and he looked at him in amazement.
Rebecca withdrew her hand that was about to take out the spare magazine from her waist, took them blankly, and after a moment of silence, she nodded and said, "That's enough."
As she said that, she walked over and stuffed the towel into the mouth of Mr. X, who was still trying to continue cursing.
"Can you... step aside for a moment?" She turned to look at Luke.
Luke shrugged and jumped off the rooftop lightly.
A dull wailing sound was heard from the rooftop, and more than ten minutes later, a gunshot was heard.
After a moment, Rebecca jumped down: "Let's go."
Luke pointed upstairs and said, "Just leave him there?"
Rebecca snorted coldly: "The Mutual Aid Society wants to trouble me, so come on."
Luke: “Are you sure?”
Rebecca hesitated, and finally shook her head: "If it will cause you trouble, just get rid of him."
Luke thought about it and decided to climb over and put Mr. X's body and other miscellaneous items into the storage space.
He is not afraid of any trouble.
Whether it was a towel or a butane gas tank, there was always a thin film on his hands when he threw it out, leaving no trace.
But turning Mr. X into Mr. Missing will undoubtedly increase the difficulty for the Mutual Aid Society to track down Rebecca.
For her, who is alone and has rebelled against the mutual aid group, this is actually more important than venting her anger.
After a moment, he jumped down: "Let's go."
Rebecca nodded silently and led the way forward.
After taking a few steps, her legs went weak and she knelt down.
At this moment, an arm embraced her and lifted her up: "If you don't have the strength, just tell me. I don't mind helping. But where are we going?"
Rebecca panted twice and let her body lean on his arms: "Let's go to the beach, I want to get some fresh air."
Luke threw her on his back and carried her towards the beach.
As he walked, he looked at the system prompts.
System: The mission of killing Mr. X, an important member of the Mutual Aid Association, is completed.
Total mission experience: 500, points: 500.
The mission contribution rate is 70%, and you will get 350 experience points and 350 points.
System: Mission to save Rebecca completed.
Total mission experience 100, points 100
The mission contribution rate is 100%, and you will get 100 experience points and 100 points.
Well, it seems that he did not kill Mr. X by mistake, nor did he save Rebecca by mistake.
Saving her will earn you 100 experience points, and the system will judge her as a good person.
Luke had a rough guess as to what constituted a good person.
For example, he is an upright, kind-hearted and promising young man, and the system father also thinks he is a good person.
Watch a play, kill one person, save one person.
Life tonight is really colorful, the income is considerable, and it is another beautiful day. A good man thought so and walked towards the beach with brisk steps.