It was raining continuously in the south of the Yangtze River in July. A girl wearing a black windbreaker was walking in the pouring rain with a transparent umbrella.
Her steps were brisk, and even when she stepped on them, her steps were so steady that the rainwater didn't splash onto her body.
She came to her rental house unhurriedly.
It was a very old tube building, and most of the residents inside were widowed old people.
The girl covered her face with an umbrella so that no one could see her face clearly.
She took out the key and opened the old lock.
Then he opened the door and walked in. He even put away his umbrella so neatly.
"Don't move."
In the corner, two men in black came out from nowhere.
Face covered, pistol in hand.
He walked out one on the left and one on the right, aiming at her temples.
The girl didn't panic and put the umbrella in the cabinet at the door.
Then put down the vegetables you were carrying in your left hand.
"Just in time, I bought a lot of groceries today... Do you want to stay and eat hot pot together?" She smiled.
"Don't play tricks... Damn girl, say, where is the professor?"
The girl sighed slightly, then sat at the table and poured herself a cup of herbal tea leisurely.
"I've told you many times that if you're looking for the old man... you should go to him directly... Why are you looking for me... I'm so annoying..."
"Since you don't want to say it, then we have no choice but to take you away... I believe... our boss has many ways to make you say it."
After one of the killers finished speaking, he walked over quickly and wanted to capture the girl.
But before she could touch his shoulder, the girl took action and clicked twice.
In just two strokes, his hands had been broken, just like a butterfly with broken wings.
Everything happens in a flash of lightning.
After the other killer reacted, he shot the girl suddenly.
The girl's originally sitting body suddenly did a backflip.
He flew up from the chair and snatched the shot away.
Then something flew out of his sleeve.
Directly across the man's neck...
The other killer fell to the ground, with only a little blood flowing from his neck.
And what landed next to it was a murder weapon card... with only two words on it - Lu Yan.
"Your master is quite a loser. To be able to discharge such a person is an insult to my intelligence."
Lu Yan looked at the other killer with a severed hand and said.
That man had some backbone. He was in terrible pain, but he refused to beg for mercy.
He lay on the ground in pain.
Lu Yan turned around and sat down again, continuing to drink tea at the square table.
Looking at the heavy rain outside the window, she sang softly in a good mood, "The bananas outside the curtain provoked the showers, the door knockers provoked the patina, and I passed by the small town in the south of the Yangtze River and provoked you..."
Jay Chou's "Blue and White Porcelain" is one of her favorite songs. She finds it very artistic and feels extremely beautiful when she imagines the scene in her mind.
The killer kicked hard with both hands, and then picked up the dropped pistol in his mouth.
But before she could do anything, the girl's high heels were kicked hard.
With a muffled sound, the pistol penetrated the killer's throat...
It took less than a minute for the two killers from the moment they took action to the moment they died. Yes, it was only sixty seconds.
Afterwards, she continued to drink tea calmly...
He didn't care at all about the smell of blood filling the air.
To her, killing someone is as easy as eating and drinking.
She is one of the most famous killers in the world.
She is the mercenary king of the mercenary world.
She is a girl who has just celebrated her twentieth birthday. Her name is Lu Yan.
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