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Deep in that remote and gloomy cemetery, Zhou Hua was guarding the dilapidated hut alone.

There are tombstones everywhere, which look like a group of silent ghosts under the moonlight.

Zhou Hua sat on the wobbly wooden stool in the room. There was an air of decay all around him, but he seemed to be in his own kingdom, his eyes cold and numb.

Zhou Hua, this extremely cold-blooded man, his soul seemed to be swallowed by darkness.

Throughout his criminal career, tension had never once caused a ripple in his heart.

Every time he raised the gun, every time he thrust the blade into someone's body, his heartbeat did not speed up at all.

For him, killing is as simple, common and necessary as eating in daily life.

He was like a cold killing machine, acting according to the evil instructions in his heart.

Once, he robbed a bank. He approached silently, and when he was close enough, he quickly opened fire and killed the other person without hesitation.

The victims' terrified eyes and painful groans were like insignificant breeze in his eyes.

He took the victim's belongings with an expressionless face, and then left as if nothing had happened, as if he had just done something insignificant.

However, Zhou Hua is not completely emotionless. The only soft spots in his heart are his mother, wife and children.

It was a faint candlelight surrounded by darkness deep in his heart.

He still remembers that one Spring Festival, the child watched the neighbor's children set off fireworks with envy and desire in his eyes.

Zhou Hua was short of money at the time, and his first reaction was not guilt, but a distorted sense of satisfaction.

He simply took out the pistol he had made himself and fired several shots into the air.

In his eyes, the deafening gunshots and flashing gunfire were "fireworks" for the children.

Now, Zhou Hua lives a hidden life in this cemetery.

He thought this calm would continue until Liang Hui's men appeared in front of him.

When he heard the man convey Liang Hui's order to assassinate David, a glimmer of excitement flashed in his eyes.

This light was not because of his loyalty to Liang Hui or any special hatred towards the target of assassination, but simply because he had another chance to release the evil in his heart and do what he was best at: killing.

Zhou Hua knew that this mission was fraught with danger and might very well be a one-way trip.

He sat there, silent for a long time, then decided to call his wife and mother.

His hands trembled slightly when he dialed his wife's number, one of the few times he showed any emotion.

The call was connected, and the wife's gentle voice came: "Honey, what's the matter?"

Zhou Hua was silent for a while, then slowly said in his hometown dialect: "I may have to go on a long journey, and I don't know when I will be back. You have to take good care of yourself and the children."

His wife heard something strange in his words and asked anxiously, "What's wrong with you? Did something happen?"

Zhou Hua took a deep breath and said, "Nothing happened. Let mom answer the phone."

Soon, the mother's familiar and kind voice sounded: "Son, how have you been recently?"

Zhou Hua tried to make his voice sound calmer: "Mom, I'm doing fine. Are you okay?"

His mother began to nag about trivial matters at home. Zhou Hua listened quietly, and his mother's face appeared in his mind.

Finally he said, "Mom, I may be busy for a while and won't be able to call you often. You must take good care of yourself."

His mother reminded him to be careful, and Zhou Hua's throat seemed to be choked by something.

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Hua stood up and looked at the cemeteries around him.

He thought that the people under the tombstones had already calmed down, and he would soon become as calm as they were.

After taking care of some things here, he picked up the gun that had always been with him in the corner.

He checked the gun and his eyes became firm and cold.

He followed the visitor out of the cemetery with only one belief in his heart.

mission accomplished!

Even death!

Also leave some security for your family.

His figure gradually moved away in the moonlight and merged into the darkness.

……

In a village in the north surrounded by green mountains, Wei Hai and his brothers run a building materials processing business.

This village seems peaceful and tranquil, like a paradise, but in some hidden corners of the village, unknown darkness and dangers are hidden.

Wei Hai sat in the simple yet mysterious house in the village, with his brothers sitting around him.

There was a rough and fanatical atmosphere in the room, just like soldiers about to go to war waiting for their general's orders.

Wei Hai, a man who regards crime as the joy of life, has a chilling excitement on his face.

Wei Hai's past was full of blood and violence. He had experienced life and death on the battlefield, and the feeling of shuttling through the hail of bullets made his soul addicted.

However, when the war ended, he found that ordinary life could not satisfy his deep desire for excitement and danger.

So he started down the path of crime.

Murder, robbery, kidnapping, these heinous acts in the eyes of ordinary people, but in his eyes, they are a way to return to the battlefield.

With every criminal act, he could feel the blood boiling, as if he were once again on a battlefield filled with smoke.

His subordinates, like him, are a group of people whose souls have been devoured by darkness.

They seem to be living a normal life in this village, but in fact, they are all waiting for the next opportunity to commit a crime.

They enjoy the thrill of breaking the rules and challenging the bottom line of the law. This feeling is like a drug that makes them unable to stop.

Now, they have received a new task, and the atmosphere in the room has instantly become more lively.

Wei Hai looked at his brothers, his eyes flashing with enthusiasm. He grinned and said, "Brothers, we have work to do again!"

A brother rubbed his hands excitedly and asked impatiently: "Brother Hai, what is the mission this time?"

Wei Hai laughed and said, "I don't know the details yet, but no matter what it is, it will definitely be exciting."

The brothers began to discuss excitedly.

A young brother said with a red face: "Brother Hai, I can't wait. I haven't stretched my muscles for a long time."

His eyes were full of desire, as if he was about to attend a grand carnival.

Another brother echoed, "Yes, Brother Hai. This is what it feels like to be alive. We are processing building materials here every day, and I am almost suffocating to death."

Wei Hai stood up and paced back and forth in the room.

Each of his steps was full of power, like a beast about to be released from its cage to hunt. As he walked, he said, "Brothers, we all know what we are doing. We are not afraid of death, but we are afraid of living a boring life. Every time we do something like this, it's like going back to the war. The feeling of accelerated heartbeat and boiling blood is what we want."

He paused, glanced at his brothers, and continued: "No matter what the mission is, we have to do it cleanly and efficiently like before. We are people who live on the edge of a knife, and this is our way of life." The brothers nodded and shouted in unison: "Listen to Brother Hai!"

Wei Hai's heart was full of anticipation for the upcoming mission.

He imagined the scene of himself carrying out the mission, and the tense and exciting feeling made his body tremble slightly.

He didn't care who the target of the mission was or what the consequences would be.

In his opinion, as long as he can satisfy his pursuit of excitement and danger, everything is worth it.

He looked at his brothers who were full of fighting spirit and felt secretly proud.

He felt like a general commanding an army of thousands, and his brothers were his loyal soldiers.

He knew that in this northern village, he was the king who dominated everything.

He will lead his brothers and release the madness and evil deep in their hearts in the upcoming action.

They will be like a group of ghosts in the darkness, approaching their targets silently, and then completing their tasks in the most cruel way, allowing the world to feel their terror and cruelty once again.