"Since the mission failed, then it's my bad luck. I know you didn't kill me immediately or call the police, but you wanted to get news from my employer. Give up, I'm a killer with professional ethics."
The killer under the street lamp didn't dare to move when facing the gun, but there was no fear on his face, he was quite calm. The person sent to assassinate Jenkins, of course, would not be a killer randomly found in the corner of the tabloid newspaper, this is a very professional person.
"Can a killer have a professional ethic?"
Jenkins sneered, but the other party did not refute this.
"Well, do you want to live? We can talk."
Mr. Writer said again.
"There's nothing to talk about."
The killer shook his head, but suddenly felt a gust of wind rushing towards the front door, and then realized that the young writer dropped the pistol in his left hand and snapped his chin, making him unable to control his mouth.
"I'm here to prevent you from committing suicide by biting poison."
Jenkins explained, and then learned the technique from the book, trying to remove his chin, but unfortunately the technique was not proficient and the force was too strong, which seemed to crush the bones of the chin. Of course, judging from the other party's surprised expression, the killer didn't seem to intend to commit suicide by biting poison.
"look into my eyes."
Jenkins suddenly said in a low voice, the stranger raised his head subconsciously, his eyes just collided with Jenkins's.
"Listen, your employer is actually your nemesis, so you're going to kill him."
The power of lies blurted out with the words, and the eyes that looked at each other conveyed the power of spirit. The other party is just an ordinary person, and there is no possibility of resisting this method of almost directly rewriting consciousness and cognition.
Because his jaw was broken, the killer just shook his head, as if he wanted to express that he had never met his employer and that the other party was quite cautious.
As the killer made such movements, his face showed a painful expression caused by the injury, but he already understood that he was going back to take revenge, and the young man with the cat in front of him was not an enemy.
"You always have a way to get in touch. I don't believe you don't know him at all. Trying everything you can to kill him is the most important goal of your life."
Jenkins repeated again, letting go of the hand that was holding him, and stooping to pick up the stranger's pistol and return it to its rightful owner:
"Do whatever you can."
He repeated it, and then raised his hand to heal the man's chin, but because the broken bone hadn't returned to its original position, the treatment was just to ensure that there would be no more pain, and it was still difficult to speak. In the end, Jenkins plucked a bunch of hair from the opponent's head in a very rude manner. This was not easy, the stranger had short hair, and the hair was quite greasy.
"Um."
The stranger who took back his pistol nodded, unable to speak because the bones in his jaw and cheeks were shattered. He turned around and left without hesitation, and quickly crossed the road in front of the apartment to the shadow of the wall on the opposite side of the street, hiding himself in the shadow and walking along the street to the distance.
Theoretically speaking, lies uttered with the power of priesthood can have an effect on ordinary people for quite a long time. Jenkins is not afraid that the other party will tell his secret. First of all, if he is going to assassinate others now, he is more likely to be shot to death. Secondly, he can't speak at all now. Finally, Jenkins looks at the hair in his hand.
That hair was covered by his own shadow, and he couldn't see it unless he looked carefully. Ever since he guessed that Nolan's winter and spring flu might be related to him, he hasn't used [Disease Curse] for a long time.
Before Jenkins went out the next day, he learned the news of martial law in the city from Hathaway and Britney who hurried over. Yesterday the girls knew that Dolores Stuart was in the visiting group from home country, so they got up early today and came directly to Jenkins, wanting to see where Jenkins spent the night.
"Martial law in the whole city? Even if it's because of the royal delegation from the Northern Kingdom, it doesn't have to go to this level, right?"
Jenkins, who was in pajamas, asked suspiciously, beckoned them to sit down, and then wondered if there was food in his kitchen that could be used for breakfast.
"Meow~"
The meowing came from the second floor, and the yawning cat appeared at the corner of the stairs after a few seconds. Drowsily seeing two more people in the house, he suddenly felt unhappy.
"Something happened last night."
Britney waved the newspaper in her hand:
"Duke Stani has been killed!"
"who?"
"You probably haven't heard of a duke in this country. He is very low-key and rarely appears in Beldyland. This time he came to Beldyland to live temporarily because of the change of the throne."
Hathaway explained, and Jenkins looked down at the newspaper. The front page was occupied by the photo of Queen Isabella shaking hands with King Salhi II yesterday, and in a small corner of the third page was the report of the murder. Probably considering the impact, the newspaper is deliberately downplaying this matter.
"Even if the duke is killed, the whole city doesn't need to be under martial law, right? I remember that at the end of last summer, a duke in Beldyland also died inexplicably. Although the news was sensational at the time, there was no such battle."
The incident Jenkins said was the second time he attended Mr. Hood's "legitimate party", and he heard Mr. Birch talk about it. Mr. Birch did not provide information during the first party that Jenkins broke into, so the second Two are provided for the second time.
In a blink of an eye, that was already a year ago.
"It's not just the Duke who was killed. After the assassin who was not afraid of death was shot to death, everyone who touched his body showed symptoms of coughing, fever, and dizziness. Urgently contact the professor of Beldyran Medical College, and the professor who just happened to The pastors who sent representatives to Beldilan [Church of Everything and Nature] found that it was a very severe flu. The symptoms were very similar to the winter and spring flu that had disappeared in Norland, and it caused illness It is more sexual and contagious, and we all know how much damage Nolan's contagion has caused... ”
More importantly, the church has always suspected that the winter and spring flu is related to the plague of the skull sword. Now that the original holder of the skull sword is dead, the believers of lies just reached an agreement with the church a few days ago, so there is no reason to do such a thing. Coupled with the fact that the murder of the Duke last night was full of doubts, the church suspected that a new cult organization had come to the local area, or that the group of believers in lies had finally gone mad.
This kind of result was unexpected to Jenkins. He could easily understand that the news brought by the girls was related to what he did last night, but he had never thought that such a panic would be triggered before.
In his opinion, the pandemic in the Nolan area was the result of the combined effects of his curse and his own seasonal infectious disease. As for the person he cast a spell on this time, he had already decided that if he didn't die in full view, he would personally kill the corpse to prevent the plague. Theoretically speaking, this time will not cause an accident like Nolan's. Jenkins just didn't expect that the church is now cautious and panicking.
PS: Ask for everything at the end of the month.