mr killer i love you

The cold rain pattered on the window in front of me, blurring the dimly lit London night scene outside the window.The face of an upright middle-aged man was reflected on the glass, but the deep eyes of Chengfu at that glance were now filled with anxiety and uneasiness.

Beep beep—the small transmission terminal on the table suddenly rang, and the middle-aged man turned around abruptly as if taken aback, and walked over to press the switch in two steps in three steps.

"Good evening, Mr. Marshall Rogeral." A smiling male voice came out from the loudspeaker of the transmission terminal, "It started to blow up on our side last night. How is London? Probably already Is it raining?"

"What time is it, you still have time to chat about this! Professor.M."

"The more critical something is, the more you can't remember it." Although Maher's voice was obviously tinged with anger, the other party didn't take it seriously at all.

"You are not in a hurry, but don't forget that next week is Dennis' 20th birthday! According to his father's will, he will officially receive the right to inherit the Rogeral Foundation!"

"I know this all, so you don't need to repeat it."

"Then what are you going to do!" Maher paced back and forth in the spacious office, "You promised me to get rid of him when I was kidnapped last time...but you broke your promise! It's impossible to make it like this It's your problem!" He spoke louder and louder, as if he wanted to vent all the anger he had accumulated over the past few weeks on the other party.

"Mr. Maher, the last plan failed because you did not follow my instructions completely."

"Are you shirking responsibility! I don't think you can do anything!"

"Hehe." The man suddenly smiled sinisterly, "You are now in your office on the 75th floor of a building in central London, you are wearing a beige suit and a brown tie, standing at the desk as if you can't find the exit The sculpture on your hand is from the Mayan ruins, which is said to bring good luck, and the carpet under your feet was newly replaced last week, from Nepal..."

"You...how did you know...are you spying on me!" Maher turned pale with fright from these horribly detailed descriptions of him, "Where are you, get out!"

"You don't need to be angry, I don't mean to threaten you." The voice in the transmission terminal laughed very happily, "I just want to tell you that as long as it is something I want to know, I can know it. Similarly, as long as I want What I can do, I can do... Please don't doubt this."

"Then...then what are you going to do!" Maher asked through gritted teeth.This funny and sarcastic voice made him feel very uncomfortable, "Dennis is surrounded by so many bodyguards, how can we kill him!"

"Mr. Maher, you always focus on the wrong place." The man laughed again, "The crux of the problem is not the bodyguards around Dennis, but Dennis himself."

"Dennis? You'd better not be fooled by his appearance...he is not as simple as he appears on the surface."

"I agree with this point... But I believe that as long as a person has weaknesses, he is the same." The man's voice paused, "Mr. Maher, please rest assured, I promise that no one will Inherit the Rogerall Consortium."

"I hope so."

"Then this is the end of today's conversation. I wish you a good dream tonight."

"Wait! You'd better give me a contact method, so that every time you contact me unilaterally, I feel very inconvenient."

"I am very sorry for the trouble I have caused you. But this is my service principle, please forgive me." After speaking, the man unilaterally terminated the contact, and the office fell into silence again, only to hear the continuous beating of raindrops The sound of glass.

"Damn it!" Maher slammed the glass hard, and he felt as if his throat was stuck by this guy who called himself ProfessorM.

If I had known this guy was so irritating, I wouldn't have cooperated with him...Damn...I'll make him suffer when this matter is over!

. . .

On September 9, a hotel in the red light district of the 23th arrondissement of Paris.

"Don't...don't kill me! I'll give you money!" The fat man sat down in the corner, his fat body trembling with fear.

"How could the killer of the Friendship Guild be bought by money!" The young killer in a hip-hop jacket and a baseball cap raised a defiant smile, and raised his gun to the fat man's forehead, "Go to hell!" He said loudly Yelling, and pulling the pistol at the same time.The bullet pierced the fat man's skull, and red, white and white liquid splashed out immediately.The fat body shook violently and fell to the ground with a plop.

The young killer kicked the fat hand that was slightly convulsed, and turned around: "Senior, is this done?"

Garcia bent down to check the fat man's breathing and heartbeat, stood up and nodded, picked up a pencil and wrote two strokes on the form in his hand.

"Senior, how did I do? Is it considered a pass?" The young killer poked his head to read the content of the form, but was glared back by Garcia.

"It would be better if you don't call those useless words at the end." Garcia replied while writing the "overall evaluation" in the last line of the document.

"Huh? I thought killers would shout like this...'destroy you on behalf of the moon' ah 'burn the universe' and the like... how cool!"

Garcia stopped writing and raised his eyes. His sharp gaze immediately made the young killer in front of him shut up.He sighed slightly, and added another sentence to his evaluation: The business is clear, but the person is a bit off-line.

Garcia pressed the automatic pencil on the file board: "Then today's assessment ends—"

"Dinglingling——Dinglingling—wife is alive, answer the phone quickly—"

Hearing the ringtone of the mobile phone, Garcia's expression changed, causing the young killer in front of him to freeze in place nervously.

"Quickly answer the phone—quickly answer the phone—do you dare not answer your wife's call—quickly answer the phone—"

The mobile phone rang loudly, and Garcia's face became even more ugly: "Aren't you answering the phone?"

"Can... can I..."

"The examination is over."

"Okay, okay." The young killer wiped his cold sweat and took out the phone from his trouser pocket, "Matilda? Well, I miss you too...Well? The assessment went well...Yes, it's over... ...Where are you? Oh, have you come over already...Didn't I tell you not to come...A date? I know...But...Okay, okay...Just wait a moment." The young killer turned his face from the phone Lifting up, "Ex, senior..."

"what?"

"I had an appointment with my girlfriend tonight, but now it's too late, that..." The young killer couldn't continue speaking halfway through, even if he was offline again, he could still see that the killer in front of him was in a world. The legend, the legendary Jack the Ripper is angry.

"Of course you can stay if you don't want me to go hahaha——"

"You go." Garcia turned around, leaving the young killer with a tall and indifferent back.

"Senior... I know—"

"It's okay, it won't affect your test scores."

Although his legs were still trembling uncontrollably, the young killer finally heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the news: "Senior, you are such a good senior! Then...then I will withdraw first—"

As soon as the words fell, the young killer put down his gun, rushed out of the door, and ran away without a trace, leaving Garcia alone looking at the corpse lying on the ground with a gloomy expression.

Garcia bent down, closed the eyelids of the corpse, and let out a long and sad sigh in his heart - I really want to fall in love.However, the only response to him was an extremely strange meowing of a night cat outside the window and the faint singing and dancing of birds and swallows from the Moulin Rouge in the distance.

Garcia swayed out the door a little decadently, and walked towards the elevator along the narrow and dark corridor.As a senior killer of the Friendship Guild, he was invited by the guild to go to Paris to review those newcomers who applied for membership.Paris is a beautiful and romantic city, but for a sad bachelor like him, this beauty and romance seems a bit bleak.Especially when he saw the backs of couples by the Seine, the white wedding carriages passing by on the Champs Elysees, the flower shops and sex shops everywhere. At that time, the tragedy became even more serious.

If you miss me, you can come to me at any time... The shadow of Dennis flashed in your mind.

Garcia shook his head violently.No no no!Even if I am lonely and old, I will not go to that guy!Absolutely not!

He went downstairs, left the key of the room where the homicide happened just now in front of the waiter in the lobby, put it in his pocket and left the hotel without saying a word.

At the beginning of the red light district, there are coquettish prostitutes and nightingales seduced by customers everywhere, and even the air smells faintly of powder.This reminded Garcia that he was now in Paris, or even the most famous red light district in Oceania.

Since you can't get warm psychologically, it's better to warm up your body first.Although Garcia had no habit of recruiting prostitutes, he finally made such a decision on this lonely and cold night.

Going around, Garcia chose a high-end brothel called "Red Poppy". The boss chose three beautiful beauties for him, black hair, red hair, and blonde hair. Garcia frowned, and his eyes finally stayed on the blonde on the woman.

One of the reasons why men like to visit brothels is that women in this industry don’t need to be coaxed or lied to, and they don’t need too much foreplay and sweet talk. They can make a man hard within 3 minutes after entering the room. worth it.

Garcia is not good at words, and he is even more reticent about this kind of matter.However, the good size and stamina that his career has created for him more than makes up for it.He acts like a wild beast, although he is not gentle, but has the primitive savagery and ruthlessness of a predator. After a few rounds, the woman under him has flushed face and blurred eyes.The hot dyed golden curly hair stuck to her forehead, the half-closed blue eyes were filled with mist-like water vapor, and the pair of red lips opened and closed like fish, spit out a series of coquettish coquettishness from time to time.

The burning sensation in the lower abdomen caused Garcia's reason to sway left and right on the dividing line between lucidity and chaos, the scene in front of him became blurred, hallucinations and memories took advantage of the void, and the people under him changed their appearance in a trance.

"Mr. Killer..." She still had blond hair and blue eyes, but what sounded in her ears seemed to be another person's soft voice.

Garcia was startled, and suddenly regained consciousness from the hallucination. His body trembled, and a stream of heat spurted out immediately.

The prostitute slowly opened her eyes, but what she saw was the complex and astonished face of the man on her body.

"What's the matter, you look sullen?" The blond prostitute put a pair of snow-white arms on Garcia's shoulders.

Garcia frowned slightly, and stretched out a hand to rub the prostitute's soft blond hair: "Your hair...reminds me of someone I know."

The prostitute raised her eyebrows and let out a chuckle: "I said, when you were doing things just now, it felt like you were looking at someone else, not me."

Having said that, Garcia looked away a little embarrassed.He withdrew himself from the prostitute's body, sat on the edge of the bed, and looked out the window to take advantage of the night, his eyes were a little dull.

"Don't be shy. There are generally two types of guests who come to us, either they are born perverts, or they pretend to be others like you but can't get it..."

"That's not the case." Garcia denied it coldly.He didn't know why he saw Dennis in the hallucination just now, which made him a little distressed, but he would never admit that he wanted to get that little fox with no morals!

"I can satisfy you..." Thinking of Dennis, the young man's voice, as sweet as honey but as gloomy as venom, echoed in his uncooled head.

stop!calm!stay awake! !Garcia took a deep breath of air, don't be fooled by that guy!

"Sir, you are really cute." Looking at Garcia, the blond prostitute smiled even more happily, "Although my words may not have much weight, but in our line of work, I have seen a lot of things on Fengyue. According to me Look, if you really can't let go of someone in your heart, why don't you just have a face-to-face meeting, maybe something unexpected will happen."

Is it time to stop... The words of the prostitute caused Dennis's voice to appear disobediently in Garcia's mind again.

In the end, this guy is nothing more than a prey... It's really not like me to be so entangled now...

A gleam of coldness like stealing light flashed across Garcia's eyes.Let's end it when we get back to London.

. . .

"Ah chirp—" Dennis sneezed hard and straightened up, rubbing his nose and laughing dumbly.

Who is it that keeps nagging me?It can't be Mr. Killer, can it?

He subconsciously picked up the phone and glanced at it, but within 5 minutes, a dozen new text messages had arrived on the phone.Those are obviously unfamiliar numbers and unfamiliar names, but each text message is full of blessings that are as sweet as honey, as if they were inseparable relatives and friends in their previous lives.Blessing reason?Dennis knew it without even thinking about it.It's nothing more than because I will officially obtain the right to inherit the Rogeral Foundation at tomorrow's birthday party.

Dennis flipped through the text messages, but couldn't find the name of the person he was looking for, so he couldn't help sighing shortly.

Mr. Killer is really calm, and if he says he won't see him, he really won't see him.Dennis opened the phone's photo album and found the blurry photo.That was when Garcia ran away with him in his arms when they were at school.In the photo, the tall and handsome man had a gloomy face, but in Dennis' eyes, this gloom carried a sense of joy that only he knew well.

It's obviously a husky, so you have to pretend to be a big bad wolf... It's really hard for you, Mr. Killer.

Looking at the photo, Dennis almost laughed out loud when he thought of Garcia's furious appearance because he was being tricked.

Mr. Killer, how boring my life would be without you... But the game between us will be over soon, right?I will soon become the most visible but most useless part of the big machine of the Rogeral Consortium, and the chances of us seeing each other will become less and less, and you, you will continue to chase me like before , Thinking about how to kill me?

While Dennis was thinking about it, a white letter suddenly flew on the computer screen beside him.

New mail?at this time?Dennis looked at his watch. It was already two o'clock in the middle of the night, and there were less than 8 hours before tomorrow's banquet.

Who is the one?Dennis slowly moved the mouse to the flickering mail, and when the mouse moved to the white envelope, the title of the mail was displayed.

A Birthday Gift From Someone Who Thought You'd Been Watching You

Dennis frowned, hesitated a little, and finally clicked in.

It was already late at night, and the other lighting facilities in the big house were turned off, only the cold light from the four computer screens hit Dennis on his face.The young man's eyes were fixed on the screen, and as his gaze gradually moved down, a look of astonishment gradually appeared on the face that looked younger than his actual age.

Pat--inadvertently, the wireless mouse in his hand fell to the ground, and the sound sounded like something was broken.