Time has wandered through the wheel of fate, covering the multitude of mortal worlds, and things have changed over time, and things have long since changed. In a blink of an eye, the years rushed. For more than four hundred and sixty days, it slipped from the hands of the world, like a drop of water in the sea. There is no sound, no shadow, no trace.
The killer, this ancient profession, has always been given a mysterious color. In the shadow of the sword, some people fall, some are reborn, some laugh, some scream, all this is so quiet.
One and a half years, it is said that it is not long, and it is not short. But it quietly changed a lot of people. Especially the killer world that never lacks freshness, coldness, cruelty, and excitement.
Within a year and a half, many newcomers appeared in the killer world. Such as the moon night ghost mother, Leng Sanjian, one-armed sword and other new generation characters. However, among these newcomers, the name of the black-faced judge is the most frightening. This person has a domineering and cruel style of work, and most people dare not talk about this mysterious black-faced judge.
As night fell, the cold wind came, blowing his clothes and dancing in the night wind. Standing under a round of bright moon, he looked so mysterious and lonely.
"The mission is complete, the next one."
Under the bright moon, his voice did not contain the slightest emotion, it was as cold as Bingyuan.
"You have completed two difficult tasks today. Take a break." The economic man said on the other side of the phone.
"I'm sorry, I am a killer. To be a qualified killer is to complete the task, and to complete the task is the only dignity of the killer."
Agent: "Then you don't need three difficult tasks a day, you should take a break."
"Location, time, goal." The tone was not even discussed.
"Sigh." The agent sighed, "Las Vegas, tomorrow night at 12 o'clock, Paco."
"Roger that."
When the sound fell, the phone hung up instantly. The cloak flew behind him, looked up at Haoyue, and took a deep breath of the cold night air. The next moment he took a deep leap and jumped off the building.
A certain country, a private arsenal!
This arsenal provides a continuous supply of guns and ammunition to the black market all over the world. Whether it is ak47, grenade, rocket launcher, etc. everything. It can be said that half of the people killed in the world were killed by guns and ammunition cast by this arsenal.
Moon Black Wind High Murder Night! When the worms charge!
On the periphery of the heavily guarded arsenal, corpses were already everywhere, and countless black-robed men surrounded the arsenal.
Inside the arsenal, gunshots and explosions were endless. At the end, it became quiet.
This arsenal was built by the underworld alliance of several countries, after all, the huge profits in it were too great. At this time, there were less than a few people left in the arsenal, and they were all forced to a corner. Including one of the shareholders, Kazuo Kujo. This Kujo Kazuo is a core member of the Japanese three-member team.
All of these people were wounded, and their expressions were frightened with horror. In front of them, there were dozens of corpses lying on the ground in various directions, black-robed men several times larger than them, surrounding them.
Kazuo Kujo is a Japanese in his early forties. He took a deep breath, forced himself to calm his mind, and began to speak, but suddenly found that his voice had been hoarse for some time: "Everyone, we seem to have nothing to do with you, no, I wonder why you are doing this to us?"
"Hmph!" With a cold snort, a man in a red leather trench coat came out from countless people in black robes, and it was the fined Ye Tiancheng who took a closer look.
Ye Tiancheng looked at Kazuo Kujo indifferently: "You are committing a crime, you know?"
"What?" Kazuo Kujo was at a loss.
"Providing guns and ammunition to the world's black market, making a huge profit of 30 billion every year. You are making money, but do you know how many families have been destroyed because of the guns and ammunition you built?" Another voice sounded beside Ye Tiancheng. If you look closely, it is the punishment without wind.
"Are you from that government?" Kazuo Kujo tried to ask. It's a pity that he still doesn't know that these people are not government officials, but prisoners.
"No wonder you dare to be so arrogant, you don't even know that I am imprisoned." No wind cold eyes, turned around: "Kill!"
Kazuo Kujo's face turned pale, because he had heard about the organization of Punishment Prison, which was the Hell of the Dark World. When I set up a factory with a few shareholders, I wanted to talk to the prison, but they didn't care at all. At that time, I also had a fluke. I felt that if there were no grievances, I would not interfere with myself and others in doing military work. But now I know that everything is too late, because the fluke mentality at that time has led to the destruction of the factory today.
The screams sounded instantly. Then, in the dark night, an ear-shattering explosion and skyrocketing fire turned the arsenal into ruins.
There is no wind in the dark, and he indifferently looks at the arsenal that is soaring into the sky, and says with a blank expression: "The heart of the world is immortal, and darkness will never be peaceful."
Ye Tiancheng stood side by side with Wufeng, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Who is next?"
Wufeng glanced sideways at Ye Tiancheng, then he took a deep breath, and said, "Aren't you going to find out what the new generation of killers are?"
Ye Tiancheng shook his head: "I'm tired after doing so many years of errands. I still take people to eradicate the darkness and make it fresh." As he spoke, he looked towards Wufeng: "I am not following your footsteps."
Wufeng smiled bitterly, and said: "To be honest, I still like to run errands, so free. It's not like it is now with a group of people killing each other. "
"Are you dissatisfied with the prisoner?" Ye Tiancheng smiled and looked at Wufeng: "You are committing a crime!"
Wufeng looked up at Haoyue in the night sky: "Even if you are dissatisfied, what about it? Anyway, the prisoner is now an old lady and doesn't care about anything."
As he spoke, he turned his head and looked at Ye Tiancheng: "Want to drink?"
"Uh." Ye Tiancheng looked at the windlessness: "That's not good, if he knows, we still have to peel off the skin?" You must know that the prisoner does not care about everything now, and he is responsible for all affairs.
"Hehe." Wufeng smiled: "Don't worry, every time you eradicate a power, you have to get his instructions, and the instructions have not yet come down. Naturally, we have the final say by ourselves. Besides, we are still good brothers."
As soon as he mentioned him, Ye Tiancheng's expression was solemn, and he took a deep breath and said, "He has changed so much, and sometimes I don't feel that he is the one he knew before."
"Time is changing, the world is changing, let alone people." While speaking without wind, he turned and left the place, but his voice still sounded: "It is estimated that he is also drinking at this moment, let's go, we drink to Yue and him. ."
Ye Tiancheng looked at the windless person walking away and shouted, "You fellow, wait for me"
The figures of the two gradually disappeared into the night.