"A pack of cigarettes, a lighter, and a bottle of Coke."
Walking into the convenience store, Griffin Jones knocked on the glass counter where a number of cigarettes were displayed.
This is a small chain supermarket right next to his house. It can be found everywhere and there is nothing surprising about it.
But stepping in here made him very happy. After all, being here was like being almost home. This was the feeling of home, the feeling of freedom.
"How much does the lighter cost? What brand of cigarettes do you want?"
Hearing the sound of knuckles hitting the glass, the middle-aged boss who was staring boredly at a small TV on the side shelf realized that a customer had arrived and asked impatiently and absent-mindedly.
"ah!"
"Say it or not! Say it or not!"
"No, even if you kill me, there are still thousands of me!"
"Haha, you're just being stubborn, right? This is not up to you. I just happened to get a batch of high-end stuff from Lao Mi..."
The TV volume was turned up high, and screams and scolding could be heard from the speakers.
Griffin Jones couldn't help but be distracted by the sound. He took a closer look and saw that some spy war TV series seemed to be playing on TV, which happened to be broadcasting an interrogation segment.
"These bastards are getting more and more fake the more they are filmed. They are totally disgusting and an insult to the martyrs."
Griffin Jones lived nearby and occasionally came here to buy things, so the boss was not surprised or unfamiliar with his foreign appearance.
Seeing that Griffin Jones was concentrating on the TV series and hadn't answered for a long time, he also had the urge to "exchange" his thoughts on the movie, muttering and curling his lips.
Griffin Jones came back to his senses. As a foreigner, he naturally didn't feel anything about his boss's words. He just said, "Just give me a pack of your most expensive cigarettes."
"Okay, Hetianxia, it's just a small business, this is all I have. The Coke is in the refrigerator outside, get it yourself."
Upon hearing this, the boss casually took out a pack of cigarettes worth about a hundred dollars and threw it on the glass counter, then began to look for the lighter that Griffin Jones wanted.
After handing over the money and the goods, Griffin Jones, who was not in the mood to talk, took the items and walked straight out of the convenience store.
"ah!"
"Say it or not! Say it or not!"
"No, even if you kill me, there are still thousands of me!"
"Haha, you're just being stubborn, right? This is not up to you. I just happened to get a batch of high-end stuff from Lao Mi..."
The familiar lines echoed on TV again.
"Damn, I almost vomited..."
The convenience store owner grumbled.
"Boss, what did my friend buy just now? Did he remember to buy a fruit knife?"
Just as the convenience store owner was bored and turned his attention back to the TV, another person came to the counter in a trance and scared him because of his absent-mindedness.
He has dark skin and his face is a little face-blind because he is a foreigner, but he looks inexplicably ferocious and speaks slightly poor Mandarin.
"Fruit knife? No, I just bought cigarettes and drinks, and a lighter."
After hearing what the black man said, the convenience store owner breathed a sigh of relief and replied casually.
"Okay, thank you. It seems my friend forgot. Do you have a fruit knife? Please give me one."
The black man nodded slightly, without showing the fierce look that had just flashed across his face. Instead, he spoke very politely.
"Yes, twenty."
The boss stood up, walked to the bottom shelf not far away and took out a stainless steel fruit knife.
"Thank you so much."
The waiting black man turned his gaze from the TV back to his boss, paid the money, took the knife, and pushed the door open to leave.
“Ouch~”
"Haha, you must have been shocked. I told you to lie, but this lie detector my mom bought for me is very accurate."
"No more playing, no more playing, it's not accurate at all, it's just to fool children."
At the gate of the community, several boys were squatting on the ground playing, innocent and naughty, just like the peaceful years, yet also lurking with unpredictable circumstances.
…
As the saying goes, a guilty conscience makes the worst thief. Griffin Jones, who knew full well his crime, went to the police station. He was frightened and exhausted these days. After returning home, he fell asleep in the bathtub while taking a hot bath.
When the water temperature gradually cooled down, he had to pull himself together, wrapped himself in a bath towel and walked back to the bedroom.
However, just as I lay down on the bed, an inexplicable feeling of horror suddenly came over me.
Something is wrong!
Something is wrong!
This creepy feeling in my heart came inexplicably, but it was followed by real heart palpitations.
The house was empty, he was the only one living there.
But at this moment he had a vague feeling that someone was watching him.
It's like... there's someone else in this room!
"Boy, you have caused me so much trouble."
The sudden and gloomy voice confirmed his premonition, and the language spoken was English, which he was most familiar with.
“You… you…”
Griffin Jones's brain had gone blank at this moment due to extreme fear. With his mouth open, he instinctively looked towards a dark corner of the room.
I saw a figure dressed in black gradually stepping out of the darkness into the light. The advantage of his skin color even made him look like he was escaping from the shadows.
Hogwarnar!
If Xia Xu or Yang Bowen were here, they would definitely be able to recognize that this was the black killer who had previously assassinated the developer of the super brain potion.
"Where is the stuff?"
Hogwanar suddenly rushed out, grabbed Griffin Jones' neck with one hand, and put a fruit knife against his throat with the other hand, his voice filled with a hint of anger.
Because of his habit of taking some souvenirs after finishing work, he suffered a great loss this time.
Who would have thought that what was taken away would be exactly what the employer wanted most
In other words, who could have imagined that the employers who hired killers and the forces behind them would be so terrifying
Because of this incident, he was chased and bitten by the mad dog of Carol Medical Laboratory for several months, and he narrowly escaped death countless times.
As one of the top killers in the industry, he naturally has his own pride and reliance, but the experiences of the past few months have completely shattered the three views of this veteran killer.
Those crazy people in Carol Medical Laboratory! God knows what he has been through recently! If he was not a top killer who was extremely proficient in assassination, infiltration and tracking, he would have died hundreds of times in these days.
Ultimately, this damn bastard is to blame for everything.
Originally, he had already negotiated and agreed on the delivery location with the employer. Not only would he not be bothered, but he would also receive an extra substantial reward. All this was not what he should have had to encounter.
It was because this bastard in front of me took the things at the delivery point that I had such a nightmare experience these days.
He begged and pleaded with everyone, and used countless connections to finally gain trust and get this chance to clear his suspicion.
He had to get his things back. He didn't want to live that kind of miserable life anymore.