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Chapter 60 A new mask【Recommendation for collection】

"My mom always told me to keep smiling at people."

"She said it was meaningful and brought joy to the world."

Downtown New York, on the roof of the street.

Under the clown mask, Arthur muttered to himself.

Raising her hand, preventing Agent Zhou from preparing to shoot behind her, Amanda carefully controlled her sight to avoid the clown mask on Arthur's face.

Meanwhile, continued.

"It sounds like your mother was a nice person."

Carefully maintaining her posture, Amanda held her breath, avoiding her unintentional actions and angering the clown in front of her.

"Of course, she's the kindest person I've ever met."

"Can you tell me more about your mother?"

In her mind, recalling the information that Agent Zhou said in the car before, Amanda continued to ask.

"My mother always taught me not to forget to smile and put on a happy face. She said that my mission in life is to bring joy to everyone. I thought it was just her comforting me, like all mothers My life will never be as happy as she expected, until I met that homeless man who gave me happiness..."

"tramp?!"

Hearing the homeless man appearing from Arthur's mouth, Amanda's eyes under the gas mask changed slightly, and she felt that she vaguely grasped something.

"Can you tell me something about the homeless man, Arthur."

She lowered her gun, showing a harmless look to Arthur, and asked tentatively at the same time.

"Hobo, I'm..."

Facing Amanda's questioning, Arthur in the car lowered his head and made a thoughtful expression.

"Would you like to hear a joke?"

"hahahahahahahahahahahaha……"

However, in the next second, he raised his head and burst into sharp laughter again.

He laughed and waved his arms, the pistol in his hand moved with it.

boom!
A bullet shot from a distance, piercing Arthur's body with a whistling sound.

"Damn!"

Looking at Arthur who was hit by the bullet, Amanda's expression changed suddenly under the gas mask, and she turned to look at Agent Zhou behind her.

"not me."

Looking into Amanda's eyes, Detective Zhou's expression under the gas mask is also full of astonishment.

At this moment, the second bullet came whistling, hitting Arthur's body and splashing a lot of blood. The impact of the bullet caused Arthur to roll off the roof and fall heavily to the ground.

This time, the direction of the trajectory is very obvious, coming from a distance.

"Sniper rifle, it's the FBI."

In an instant, Detective Zhou reacted.

"There are snipers, everyone take cover immediately!"

Seeing the sudden sniper attack, the surrounding city policemen screamed and hurriedly evaded.

In the city center, watching Arthur being shot by a sniper rifle, a resolute look flashed across Amanda's face under the gas mask, and the next second she gritted her teeth and rushed towards the direction where Arthur fell.

"Wait a minute, Amanda..."

Seeing Amanda rushing out regardless of the danger, the expression on Agent Zhou Momo's face changed obviously.

……

"Sir, an irrelevant person broke in."

In the distance, in a high-rise building, watching Amanda rushing into the shooting range, the sniper stopped his shooting and reported to the communication device in the headset.

"Is the target killed?"

"The bullet hit the target twice in a row, one in the chest and one in the abdomen."

"The task is over, and the rest is out of our control."

"As ordered."

Hearing the command from the chief in the headset, the sniper gave up his preparations for the third shot, glanced at the city center through the scope, and then quickly packed up his equipment and retreated.

……

"Tell me who the bum is!"

Rushing to Arthur, Amanda looked at the clown lying in a pool of blood, took off the gas mask on his face and questioned him.

"Cough cough..."

Opening his mouth, a large amount of blood was coughed out from his mouth, and a bone-piercing pain swept across Arthur's body.

The clown mask on his face had obvious cracks due to the impact of the fall. He raised his hand and took off the mask on his face, revealing his haggard face. The wounds on his chest and abdomen flowed out, rendering the green vest into a bright red hue.

In the severe pain, Arthur grinned happily, lying on the cold ground, and started humming songs with laughter.

"Mama, just killed a man, (Mama, I just killed a man)
Put a gun against his head, (put a gun against his head)
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead, (pull the trigger, he's dead)
Mama, life had just begun, (Mom, life had just begun)
But now I've gone and threw it all away-(But now I've gone and thrown it all away)
Mama ooo, (mama, ooo ooo)

Didn't mean to make you cry-

If I'm not back again this time tomorrow-(If I don't come back to you at this time tomorrow)

Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters- (Carry on living as if nothing really matters)
Too late, my time has come, (too late, my time has come)

……

Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth-(will leave you all behind and face the truth)
Mama ooo-(any way the wind blows)
I don't want to die, (I don't want to die)

I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all- (Sometimes I wish I'd never been born at all-)

……

But I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me- (But I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me)

He's just a poor boy from a poor family-(He's just a poor boy from a poor family)
Spare him his life from this monstrosity-(Spare him his life from this monstrosity)

Easy come easy go-, will you let me go- (Easy to come, easy to go, will you let me go?)

......"

……

Streets of downtown New York.

The song that accompanied Arthur's mouth humming gradually became subtle until the end.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"Hahahaha...ha..."

The people around them who kept laughing wildly, as well as the laughter in the mouths of the guests in the bar, also weakened, and finally stopped, and began to take a big breath of air.

"..."

Beside Arthur's body, Amanda slowly got up.

Looking at Arthur's smiling corpse and the clown mask in his hand, his expression was a little silent.

……

At the same time, in a corner unknown to everyone.

A homeless man wrapped in an old cloak stopped his wandering steps. He looked down at the mask in his hands, and a faint smile appeared on the rough wrinkled face under the cloak.

He stretched out his rough fingers and stroked the mask in his hand.

The red clown mask opened his mouth to show a cheerful smile, but his eyes showed a look of sadness.

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