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There is a command to come, No. 13 has to operate immediately, almost no time to rest, and his tasks are always indispensable parts that are invisible.
Whether it’s collecting intelligence, monitoring, or threatening to deter anyone, as long as Gao Yang calls him, No. 13 has to get things done, but the problem is that these things can be done without just moving your legs. He also needs research, needs preparation, but has to compress the preparation time to the shortest.
Fortunately, there are two helpers around No. 13, the lion and Medusa.
It’s strange to say that the lion and Medusa can be regarded as the closest two people to No. 13. They grew up almost together and trained together until the shadow is destroyed and at the same time free, but No. 13 I have never performed any task with the Lions and Medusa before.
So No. 13 and the lion and Medusa are just familiar, but not friends, even colleagues can not count, they are just a few strangers who are very familiar with each other.
Familiar with each other’s behaviors and ideas and routines is enough for them to cooperate to accomplish certain tasks, but there is absolutely nothing that can be called friendship, so that they can be free from emotional embarrassment, that is, cooperation when the cooperation, the abandonment When you can abandon without hesitation, when you need to destroy the mouth, you can also hurt the hit man without mercy.
Of course, this kind of thing is very rare, but there is always something unexpected. If something happens, then the best person to kill the hit man is of course hit man.
Because it is a very familiar stranger, the time when No. 13 and the lion and Medusa have been together has been going on for a long time, but their conversations other than tasks add up to ten.
No. 13 sleeps in a small, messy room. When his phone rings at four in the morning, No. 13 immediately reaches for the phone, just as if he is not asleep at all.
Open your eyes, lie on the bed, after listening to Gao Yang’s words, No. 13 immediately sat up, rolled out of bed, left his hut, and in a equally small and messy living room, he increased the volume slightly. , said: “There are tasks.”
Ten seconds later, the door of the other bedroom opened, and the lion came out calmly and said, “What.”
No. 13 Whisper: “Go to Rome and kill Mario’s son.”
The lion looked at his watch and said, “Time.”
“ASAP.”
The lion nodded. At this time, Medusa walked out of the bedroom with a lazy face. After yawning, she reached out and tied her long hair into a ponytail. She whispered: “Is there anything else to do?” ”
No. 13 looked at Medusa and suddenly said: “Your reaction is indeed a bit slow.”
Medusa smiled and said: “We are not hit man, we have retired.”
No. 13 faintly said: “This is our last mission. After you finish, you can leave, but before you leave, you are still hit man. As a hit man, you should not relax yourself.”
Medusa yawned and smiled. “As you say, we just changed Big Ivan. I don’t think we are hit man. Then we are not hit man.”
The lion reached out and made a gesture, then Shen Sheng said: “Eat something, start, need to be prepared.”
Medusa said lazily: “I can make breakfast for you, and we will leave after we have eaten.”
No. 13 unpacked the bread in a plastic bag and pushed it forward. Then he grabbed a small bread from the inside and stuffed it into his mouth. The lion was the same, and he grabbed it with lightning speed. A loaf of bread was stuffed into his mouth and swallowed down in two or two.
No. 13 and the lion’s hands are extremely fast. The two of them are not eating, more like playing.
A bag of twelve buns, No. 13 ate the sixth one, reached out and grabbed the last one in his hand, then he held the little bread in his hand and paused in the air.
The lion spread his hand and said: “You are fast, you eat.”
No. 13 slowly put the bread into his mouth, when the lion whispered: “It turned out to be chocolate stuffing, too bad.”
No. 13 didn’t talk. After eating the bread slowly, he stood up and whispered: “Start two minutes later.”
Medusa breathed a sigh of relief and said helplessly to No. 13: “When can you understand that you are free, you don’t have to live like you used to, it’s not a bad thing to be kind to yourself, and there is a binge drinking. Eating too much and eating too fast has no benefit to the body.”
No. 13 silently, after washing his face in the bathroom, he returned to his sleeping bedroom, picked up a small box, and stood silently in the living room, watching the lion and Medusa.
Medusa was helpless. She picked up a sausage and opened a bag of bread. She said, “I just changed myself to my previous habits. I finally got better, but you are forcing me. Re-adapting to the problem that I am not easy to correct.”
The lion was ready, Medusa quickly finished eating, and then the three men lined up in a row, but walked quietly out of an old apartment.
The three men got on a small car, the lion drove, Medusa sat in front, No. 13 took out a mobile phone in the back, and soon he whispered: “The goal is 26 years old, living in Rome at this time. This is his photo in a medieval mansion near Quirinal Palace, where more than forty people are protected.”
No. 13 handed the phone over, Medusa took a look and then handed it over to the lion. After a glimpse, the lion nodded and then continued to focus on driving.
No. 13 took the phone back and whispered: “Don’t kill him, the rest will not wait, the target may leave Rome at any time, so we need to be as soon as possible.”
The lion said faintly: “Understand.”
At this time, Medusa suddenly said: “Is this the last mission of ours?”
No. 13 Low channel: “Yes.”
Medusa sighed and said: “Very well, we have agreed with Big Ivan, and we will never do anything for him or anyone in the future, so this is definitely the last time we met. See you again, I am very happy.”
No. 13 Whisper: “Me too.”
The lion smiled and said: “We will only remember memories that were once unpleasant, not seeing them.”
Medusa suddenly turned her head and looked at No. 13 and smiled. “You don’t blame me for much, but I still want to know, are you continuing to do the hit man?”
No. 13 shook his head and whispered: “No, I am not a hit man, I am retired.”
After that, No. 13 hesitated, and raised his head, facing Medusa: “I am a mercenary, Satan’s mercenary.” (To be continued.)
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