After completing her revenge, Rebecca immediately left the United States and hid in Brazil.
She originally planned to change her identity and live in another place after the search for her by the Mutual Aid Society was reduced.
The Mutual Aid Society is still as strong as in memory, and within a month, Mr. X followed him.
Her feelings towards the fraternity were a bit more complicated than those of William Johnson and Wolf Esworth, who were directly responsible for her sister's death.
If you die like this, then you don't have to worry about whether to fight them, right? Thinking of this in her heart, she closed her eyes.
With her eyes closed, she naturally didn't see a human head popping out from the edge of the roof, and then the whole body. The whole process rolled into the roof at a uniform speed and without any fumes.
Mr. X has the chance to win, and his indifferent face finally began to show excitement: "Do you want to die? That's too boring. I can tell you a free information about your biological parents who died in a car accident. I actually killed them." .”
Rebecca opened her eyes suddenly: "What?"
She froze for a moment, staring at the back of Mr. X's head, showing surprise and disbelief.
Seeing her expression, Mr. X grinned unsurprisingly: "Because of you! You have shown the talent to become an official assassin since you were a child. It's a pity that your parents are ignorant, and you have been missing for a year, and they are still chasing you. Falling, I had to drive over them and throw a drunk hapless 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 I was a child. You are a good work I have cultivated. I wanted to find a chance to x you, but you lost control too quickly and didn't give me this chance. Forget it, although it’s a pity that you haven’t lived with a man yet, but go to hell!”
As he said that, he aimed the gun that Rebecca took from her hand at her chin: "There just happened to be the last bullet, this is God's will."
Rebecca suddenly laughed, with a mocking look on her face: "Yes, this is God's will."
Mr. X suddenly felt a cool air blowing over the back of his neck.
It was someone breathing behind his back, and he stood on his head covered in cold hair, and wanted to pounce forward and turn around.
A big hand had already pinched the back of his neck, holding him in mid-air.
"God, did the old man tell you not to compare yourself before you shut up? Well, the old man probably didn't say that." A young voice teased.
As soon as Mr. X let go of his hand, Rebecca fell to the ground, lying there panting.
She raised her head reluctantly, with a strange expression on her face, as if she didn't know what to say.
Behind Mr. X, there was a face that she was a little familiar with just now. Who was it if it wasn't Luke's tender bearded young man
While taunting, Luke raised his foot and kicked it twice.
With two clicks, Mr. X's knee shattered.
Only then did he throw Mr. X on the ground, he took out a few times in his backpack, and took out a pack of playing cards: "I'll give you a chance. Play ten rounds of blackjack with me, as long as you win five rounds, I will I'll let you go."
Mr. X gritted his teeth: "Who are you?"
Luke rolled his eyes and punched him on the left shoulder.
Click!
Mr. X cried out in pain.
"Come or not? This is your only chance." Luke shook the playing cards in his hand.
Mr. X gritted his teeth: "Come."
In less than two minutes, Mr. X yelled angrily: "This is only the sixth round, and you have only won four rounds."
Luke shook his head, put away the playing cards, and stood up: "Even if you win five rounds, I will let you go."
Mr. X: "Huh?"
Rebecca: "hat?"
Luke suddenly kicked up, and with a click, Mr. X's last intact right arm was also shattered: "I let you go, but it's none of my business whether she lets you go."
"You should want to kill him yourself, right?" He handed the safaritter that originally belonged to Rebecca in front of her: "There is still a bullet, this seems to be God's will."
Mr. X has cursed again and again.
Rebecca took the gun, but shook her head: "It's too cheap for him."
Luke groaned, tilted his head and thought for a while, took out the backpack on his back twice with both hands, and handed over a towel and a butane fire spray can: "Is this enough?"
Mr. X's scolding voice disappeared immediately, and he stared at him dumbfounded.
Rebecca withdrew her hand that was just about to take out the spare magazines from her waist, took them in a daze, and nodded silently for a moment: "Enough."
As she spoke, she walked over and stuffed the towel into the mouth of Mr. X who wanted to continue yelling.
"Can you...can you avoid it for a while?" She turned to look at Luke.
Luke shrugged and jumped off the rooftop lightly.
There was a dull wailing sound from the rooftop, and more than ten minutes later, a gunshot rang out.
After a while, Rebecca jumped down: "Let's go."
Luke pointed upstairs: "Just let him throw it there?"
Rebecca snorted coldly: "If the Mutual Aid Association wants to trouble me, then come."
Luke: "Are you sure?"
Rebecca hesitated for a while, and finally shook her head: "If it will cause you trouble, then get rid of him."
After thinking about it, Luke turned over and put Mr. X's body and other sundries into the storage space.
He was not afraid of any trouble.
No matter whether it is a towel or a butane gas tank, when he throws it out, there is a layer of film on his hands, which will not leave any traces.
But turning Mr. X into Mr. Missing will undoubtedly increase the difficulty for Mutual Aid to track down Rebecca.
For her who is alone and out of the mutual aid association, this is actually more important than venting her anger.
After a while, he jumped down: "Let's go."
Rebecca nodded silently and took the lead to move forward.
After walking a few steps, her legs softened and she knelt down.
At this time, an arm wrapped around her and hugged her: "Just tell me if you don't have the strength, I don't mind helping out. But where are we going?"
Rebecca gasped twice, letting her body lean on his arm: "Go to the beach, I want to blow some wind."
Luke threw her on his back and carried her to the beach.
As he walked, he looked at the system prompts.
System: The task of killing Mr. X, an important member of the Mutual Aid Society, is completed.
The total experience of the task is 500, and the points are 500.
The task contribution rate is 70%, gain experience 350, points 350.
System: The task of rescuing Rebecca is completed.
Total task experience 100, points 100
The task contribution rate is 100%, gain experience 100, points 100.
Well, it looks like he didn't kill Mr. X, and he didn't save Rebecca either.
Rescue her to get 100 experience points, in the judgment of the system, she is a good person.
How to count as a good person, Luke has a rough guess.
For example, he is such an upright, kind and promising young man, and Dad of the system also thinks he is a good person.
Watch a play, kill a person, save a person.
What a rich life tonight, good income, and another good day. A certain good man thought so, and walked towards the beach briskly. d