The space is full of supplies, and the little milk bag can't be used up.

Group A was completely wiped out.

A slender woman in a black leather jacket was moving through a broken plane, looking panicked.

“Impossible! There must be someone alive…” the woman murmured softly, and the light in her eyes dimmed.

She is the leader of Group A. Her mission this time is to catch the criminals. There are criminals on the plane who want to escape. For the safety of other people on the plane.

She ordered her men to protect unrelated people to avoid hurting innocent people. Although she was a killer, she still had a conscience.

Unexpectedly, there was no survivor on this plane, all... all were gone.

The woman looked up at the dazzling stars and tears flowed unconsciously. Everything she had...her comrades...were gone.

God is so unfair!

The woman slowly lowered her head, and wherever she looked, she saw a shocking scene.

The cabin was in a mess, as if it had just been through a fierce battle. There were damaged items and debris everywhere, and the originally neat seats were now in tatters.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which made people sick. The scarlet blood on the ground was like blooming red spider lilies, strange and sad.

They silently tell the story of the terrible things that happened here.

The broken shell of the plane looked particularly desolate in the night sky, like a wounded beast floating helplessly. The windows were covered with cracks, and the cold wind whistled past, blowing the woman's hair into a flutter.

The moonlight sprinkled on the fuselage, casting mottled shadows, adding a sense of desolation.

She walked forward with heavy steps, each step seemed so difficult. Finally, she stopped and her eyes fell on a corpse not far ahead.

That was her former comrade-in-arms, but now he was lying there quietly, his eyes wide open, as if there was something unfinished.

An indescribable sadness surged in her heart and tears blurred her vision.

She slowly stretched out her shaking hands and gently stroked her comrade's face, feeling the skin that had lost its temperature. Then, she slowly closed his eyelids, as if this would allow him to rest in peace.

She stood there silently, bidding her final farewell to her comrade. The scenes of them fighting side by side kept flashing through her mind, and those laughter and tears have now become distant memories.

Finally, she took a deep breath, turned and left.

All that is left behind is endless longing and sorrow.

She was almost there, why did this happen?

Who is it? Who did it!

The woman's eyes were full of scarlet, as if stained with blood, revealing a frightening cold light. She stood in the dark night, like a ferocious wolf, emitting a cold and dangerous aura.

Those scarlet eyes flashed with an eerie light in the darkness, as if they could penetrate all obstacles and reach deep into people's hearts.

Just by looking into her eyes, one would feel a piercing chill running down one's spine, making one's hair stand on end.

far away.

A blinding light shone, and a man in white appeared at the other end of the plane, holding a Beretta PB pistol in his hand and pointing it in the direction of the woman.

"Your teammates are all gone...you still won't agree to me?" The man's voice seemed to come from the netherworld, with a hint of chill, echoing in the silent night sky. His eyes were blurred and deep, like two balls of dark blue flames, staring at the woman not far away.

The woman stood there quietly, her figure as straight as a pine tree, yet revealing an unspeakable exhaustion and determination. The moonlight fell on her, outlining her beautiful and resolute outline, but at this moment her face was shrouded in shadow, making it difficult to see her true expression.

The man approached the woman step by step, and each step seemed to be on the air, making a slight rustling sound. His figure looked so strange in the moonlight, as if he was a ghost walking out of the darkness, leading the woman into an endless abyss.

"You did this!" The woman's voice was filled with undisguised anger and disappointment. Her eyes were fixed on the man in front of her, as if she wanted to see through his eyes what he was really thinking deep in his heart.

Her body was trembling slightly due to excitement, and the certificate in her hand was slightly deformed due to excessive force. She could never have imagined that this man who had always made her trust him would do such a thing.

Facing the woman's questioning, the man showed a trace of astonishment on his face, but it was quickly replaced by calmness.

He tried to explain something, but when he saw the determination in the woman's eyes, all the words were stuck in his throat.

The air was filled with a tense atmosphere, and time seemed to freeze at this moment. The silence between the two was like the calm before the storm, so oppressive that it made people breathless.

His clenched hands shook unconsciously as he tried to control his anger.

"So what if it is, so what if it isn't? You haven't completed the task assigned by the organization, and your title of God of Killing will no longer exist. I will replace you." The man shouted crazily with bloodshot eyes.

"What nonsense! How ridiculous!" The woman chuckled and shook her head.

"I've liked you for so many years, and you reject me every time. What do you think of me?" the man said angrily.

"It's just your wishful thinking... Besides, killers can't have feelings. As the leader of Group B, you should know that the higher-ups don't allow it." The woman really didn't understand what was going on in his mind.

"Li Youran, will you promise me? Now that Group A no longer exists, you have no one to rely on. I am the only one here to accompany you!" The man's voice was weird and distorted, as if it came from the devil deep in hell.

He whispered softly as he slowly approached Li Youran.

With every step he took, the man exuded a creepy aura, making the air around him seem to solidify.

His hideous and distorted face revealed an unspeakable madness and morbidity.

He wanted to reach out and touch Li Youran's face, but Li Youran dodged and slapped the man in the face.

The man licked the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "You were pretty ruthless!"

"You are so shameless. My A group is gone. Are you satisfied?" Li Youran did not give the man a good look.

"Satisfied. This is exactly the result I want. The A Group you lead is really outstanding. How can a woman like you be so powerful?" The man whispered, stroking the gun in his hand.

"You are a despicable and shameless person. You are too cruel to your subordinates." Li Youran broke the window paper and went straight into the man's heart.

"Hahahahaha...haha!" the man laughed.

"Since you still don't want to like me, then go to hell!" The man's face became ferocious, and the bloodthirsty corners of his mouth were chilling.

"You are really stubborn..." Li Youran looked around and ran quickly to the edge of the cliff.

“Bang... bang bang bang!” The man fired several shots but failed to hit Li Youran.

Seeing Li Youran running towards the edge of the cliff, he quickly followed.

"Your perverted liking is really disgusting. You actually want to destroy Group A on purpose. Don't even say the word 'like'. You really don't deserve it!" Li Youran shouted as he backed away.

"You plotted to blow up the plane. If the higher-ups find out it was you, what will happen to you? You only care about yourself and not others. You deserve it!"

After Li Youran shouted loudly, he jumped up and went down the mountain.

Seeing this, the man wanted to pull it, but when he looked at the gun in his hand, he backed off.

Li Youran was right. There was nothing he could do about his twisted mind.

"Hahaha...hahaha." The man sat on the edge of the cliff, his body trembling slightly, tears and laughter intertwined.

His laughter was full of despair and helplessness, as if the whole world was pressing down on him.

The wind whistled across his face, lifting his messy hair. His eyes were empty and confused, looking at the distant sky, as if he was looking for something, but it seemed that he could not find anything. His heart was filled with pain and contradictions, which made him unbearable.

However, in this endless pain, the man did not choose to escape or give up. Instead, he continued to laugh with his hoarse voice, and the sound echoed in the mountains for a long time. This laughter was both a mockery of fate and a relief for himself.