Touch

The mute was running wildly on the street at an astonishingly fast speed. He kept passing through the dark alley shortcuts he had walked hundreds of times. There was a vibration, and the mute quickly got into a car left here, and quickly started to run towards the suburbs in one direction.

A quarter of an hour later, there was another vibration on the eardrums. At this time, Yang Xiu had just stopped. In front of her was a man whose head had fallen into a bowl of instant noodles. In front of the man was a row of four monitors with seventy or eighty tracking signals. That cigarette case is just one of the inconspicuous ones.

Those who sent the signal and those who received the signal continued to run towards their destination without any influence.

The last point to be cleared is more troublesome than the previous ones. There are more than one person in the room, and the other is the Hei Ye mentioned by the mute, who is crossing his arms and frowning and asking his subordinates, "No signal for half an hour? You Didn’t it mean that your software can receive it every 5 minutes? Are you kidding me again!”

Yang Xiu wasn't interested in listening to her subordinate's answer, so she kicked the door and went in, slashing the temples of the person whose back was facing her with both hands.

The subordinate was still holding the signal receiver, and fell down in response.

Master Hei has been around for so many years, he turned his head and ran away as soon as he heard the sound of kicking the door, and then he was stabbed into the neck from behind with a fruit knife, still cut his throat, and still died of suffocation. Falling on the ground in front of Master Hei who was desperately crawling forward, Master Hei rested his hands on Yang Xiu's shoe with hunched hands trembling, and looked up at Yang Xiu. His face was full of tears and begging.

I can't speak, so I can't tell whether I am asking for help or death.

Yang Xiu watched quietly until the person at her feet died completely, and finally put the sunglasses on her face.

Ten seconds of waiting.

"It's over."

……

"No, I'll pick you up, where are you?"

……

"I'll be there in half an hour."

Taking off her sunglasses, Yang Xiu was silent for about a minute, then quietly walked out of the room.

An hour later, the mute arrived at the destination, hid the car, found Santiaozi's car, and sneaked past

At this time of the month, San Tiaozi is the most nervous. Every time, he will bring out bodyguards and arrange them one by one, either by his side, or waiting in the car, or guarding around.Although there has been no accident in the past three years, Master Qing once said that in this business, being careful is a lifetime, and being careless is also a lifetime. The former is a lifetime, and the latter is a lifetime of death.

Coming out of Qingye's villa, Santiaozi tightened his cloak, it's a little cold tonight, the bodyguard next to him made a phone call, said a few times, and turned to him: "Brother Santiao, you can go."

Santiaozi hummed, two bodyguards walked ahead, and a bodyguard followed behind, walking towards the car.

His bodyguards are tall and burly, but he is only 1.6 meters in his early years, walking among the bodyguards, like a giant and a dwarf.

Sitting in the car, San Tiaozi remembered that when he was reporting the account book to Master Qing just now, Master Qing seemed to have mentioned that Lao Hei has been a little indiscriminate recently, so please hit him and don't have any wrong thoughts.

"Damn it, some people really go back as they live, and one day they will skin the old guy and dare to point fingers at my people."

San Tiaozi scolded, that old black gets older and loses his eyesight, it's fine if he doesn't like him, he has become more and more disrespectful to Master Qing, I heard from the people below, that old guy was bumped by a mute once since joining the group , just deliberately trying to kill the dumb to vent his anger, which is a clear disregard for his three points of face.

Cursingly, he took out his mobile phone, the flesh on his face twitched, the call was dialed and waited for a minute, but no one answered, Santiao was so angry that he threw the mobile phone to the side, "Old man, dare you not answer the old man's call, Sooner or later, you will die in an ugly way!"

The car entered the city quietly from the road in the dark, and at some point behind it followed a bodyguard car. The three were sitting in the car drinking, and suddenly heard the driver let out a snort.

"what happened?"

"Brother Santiao, there is a dead car in front of you, lying in the middle of the road."

"Ignore him, go around."

"Can't go around, it's all blocked."

"Damn it, stop the car and copy the guy!"

San Tiaozi drew out his gun, and the bodyguard beside him had already pulled out his gun, but at this moment, the driver yelled in panic, "Brake! The brake is broken! Can't stop! Brake!"

Under everyone's panicked expressions, Santiaozi's car crashed into the car in front, and immediately, the bodyguard car behind, which also had a brake failure, crashed into it, sandwiching Santiaozi's car in the middle like a biscuit.

There are not so many explosions in the movie. In fact, unless there are flammable and explosive materials in the car-those fuel tanks that break when hit do not exist. The fuel tanks of modern cars are all made of plastic, which can withstand shocks and high temperatures. What's more, the cars of Santiaozi and the bodyguard were not bad, and they regretted cutting off the fuel line immediately after the collision.

However, under the impact of such a high speed, the possibility of people surviving is not high. Even if they can survive, they are still in a deep coma at this time. This is an inevitable measure for the brain to prevent excessive injury.

On the side of the road, the mute came out silently, holding pliers in his hand, pried open the crushed car door, took out the ledger from the bloody San Tiaozi, and walked along the road with the materials until the end. Yang Xiuqing stood silently in the shadows where the lights couldn't reach her.

The mute smiled brightly, and raised the blood-stained account book in his hand, "It's done, I still use the trick that Sister Xiu taught me back then."

The seemingly unimaginable result, in fact, is nothing special after being disassembled and broken into pieces.Beforehand, the dummy sneaked near the car, replaced the brake fluid in the car with fake brake fluid blended with ethanol, and then installed high-temperature equipment (very simple, a warm baby can achieve the goal for less than five yuan), the boiling point of ethanol is only 78 degrees, once the car is on the road, it will evaporate in a few strokes. If the high-temperature equipment is more advanced, it can control the timing of heating up, and the brakes will fail when they want.

Yang Xiu silently looked at the expression of the mute, and suddenly said: "Is everyone still alive?"

The mute was stunned, "I'm dizzy, no one saw me, and the car I found was a scrap car with a clean tail. Besides, I got the account book, so I withdrew it. It should be... don't clean it up."

"But San Tiaozi knows you, is familiar with you, and is most likely to think of you and suspect you."

"...I had a plan before, so I wouldn't let him suspect me."

Yang Xiu stared at the mute for a long time, until the dumb was sweating, like a child who made a mistake, she lowered her head and dared not speak.

Finally I heard Yang Xiu's voice, "Don't take jobs from here in the future."

If people are not dead, there will be omissions. No matter how carefully and seamlessly you do it, it is useless. People's hearts are the most difficult to guess. Even if you do everything well, you can't control other people's suspicions.

The mute heaved a sigh of relief, and sent the account book over like a treasure. Yang Xiu didn't care, and returned it to the mute after flipping through it in his hand, "Take it to the business."

"Sister Xiu, go to my place. I bought two new shirts and suits. Your clothes today must have been thrown into the toilet trash can again."

Yang Xiu looked at his watch, "You go back first, I have something to do, I'll go find you when I'm done."

"Ah?" The mute was stunned, in the impression that Yang Xiu never arranges other things to do at the task site, but she still nodded heavily, "Okay, then I'll go and put things online first, and then I'll go back and wait for you."

The two waved goodbye. Yang Xiu didn't ride a motorcycle. After walking for a few minutes, he turned around and walked back to the road where the dumb came. It's a pity that someone woke up and called. Now there are already five or 60 people around.

Yang Xiu gritted her teeth in annoyance and left.

When I came to the place I had been to the night before, everything seemed to be a copy of the night before, the car parked there quietly, and the people waiting quietly in the back seat of the car.

Yang Xiu greedily looked at the car and people from behind, trying to move forward, but was powerless.

Looking down at himself, he could still see the terrifying face crawling at his feet.

That person was so vivid, and he was so close to him, with all this filth, how could he get close to her again.

That night, three people died at her hands.

Those three people, regardless of their innocence or past, should not be judged by her, just because they respectively put something on the mute, and they were the three points behind the mute, and she cleaned them all up like drinking water. world.

If someone hadn't woken up early in the car accident, she would have killed more than three people.

No matter how many people are killed, it won't make her have a nightmare, she's just used to it, just like other people's job, this is her job.

To her, killing people cannot be said to coexist with breathing, but it is thousands of miles away from the person not far away.

My heart was sour, very sour.

Yang Xiu clutched her chest uncomfortably, squatted down helplessly, and curled up into a ball hugging her knees.For the first time in his life, he wanted to be close to her for warmth, but was afraid of hurting her, so he was worried about gains and losses, and was at a loss.

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