Dubai is a modern metropolis with wealthy people gathered and luxury cars are everywhere.

On the street, a convertible sports car suddenly started to slow down.

The young man driving in the sunglasses noticed the beauty waiting for a taxi on the side of the road, and stopped to ask if he needed to take her for a ride.

"Will it be too disturbing? I'm going to the airport?" the beautiful woman smiled.

The guy with sunglasses was stunned and noticed that the beauty was carrying a bag, and it was very likely that she was leaving after the journey.

But he still smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, I'll go along, get in the car."

As he said that, he reached out to pick up a bear doll in the passenger seat and stuffed it into a corner at will to free up a seat for the beauty.

"please!"

The beauty smiled and walked up to open the door.

Neither of them noticed that the passenger seat was actually owned by someone.

An assassin in a white robe seemed to have been sitting in the passenger seat since early on.

The assassin approached his fingers and sat here, and had been carried by the guy with sunglasses for a while.

The guy with sunglasses thought there was no one in the co-pilot, so he put the bear toy on the assassin's thigh, but he didn't know it, and he thought it was placed on the seat.

He completely ignored the presence of the assassin sitting next to him.

The assassin was riding on the ride, and he also regarded him as nothing. Only when the young man in sunglasses took the bear toy from the assassin's thigh in order to pick up the beauty in the car, the assassin glanced at him in an unknown sense.

"Bang..." The beauty opened the car door.

The assassin sighed, and a backflip fell lightly onto the back cover of the sports car seat.

This sports car only has two seats... the beauty got into the car and he had no place to sit.

A man and a woman were driving a convertible in front, talking and laughing, without knowing it. A assassin was sitting cross-legged behind them, staring at them in a daze...

Suddenly, the assassin seemed to find it was not going well. After the sports car passed by a corner, he suddenly got up, crossed several meters and jumped to a house next to the road.

He clamped the window ridge with his hands firmly, like a clever gecko, climbing upwards and lightly.

No one noticed this on the roadside, and no one seemed to see anyone climbing the stairs in public.

The assassin climbed to the fifteenth floor in one breath and entered an open window.

There was a harsh sound in the room, and a fat man was controlling the handle and fighting with people on the battlefield.

The white-clothed assassin passed by him in a dignified manner, blocking the screen for a while, and the fat man didn't care.

On the contrary, because the battle was too fierce, the picture was blocked for half a second, causing him to die, and he complained loudly: Why did someone suddenly come out? When did he get in!

He was talking about the situation in the game. He was raising a gun toward the window. An enemy came over through the window. He didn't see it at the first time. When the other party shot at him, he realized that he naturally died.

The fat guy only thought it was a machine that got stuck and missed the opportunity to shoot immediately.

Unexpectedly, at that moment just now, an assassin in white happened to pass by the TV and blocked several frames of the picture.

Teammates complained to him: "However you can use a gun! You can be killed! Why are you so useless!"

The fat guy muttered, "It's just a bit stuck, what's the matter with me!"

"How come your network is so good? You are slow to react!"

"You are slow to react!"

The assassin did not look back at the quarrel in the room and silently opened the door and left.

He jumped down from the balcony on the other side of the fat house, like an eagle, gliding into the park opposite.

Although there is no air wall, the assassins also have their own unique high-altitude slow-falling skills, which enables them to simply soar like a glider by making small designs on their white robes.

When landing, a soft pad is needed for buffering, and they have the skills to remove the power.

This buffer can be a haystack, a big tree or flowerbed with lush branches and leaves, or even a passerby.

However, that passerby will suffer huge impact damage... Assassins usually use this to jump and kill.

At this moment, the assassin slid onto a tree in the park opposite and suddenly fell off countless branches and leaves.

A couple was talking under the tree, but suddenly they were covered with branches and leaves. They were so scared that they hurriedly looked up.

But they saw nothing except the shaking branches.

The assassin had left here and was keenly traveling through the woods. For any obstacle, he jumped over with a light forward flip, or used one-arm support to climb over.

Two people stopped and talked at the intersection, blocking the road. The assassin jumped over their heads, passed through the park and came to the street.

He mixed in the crowd, walked out of two streets, and then got into an alley, the small courtyard of Qiguai's family.

A child in the yard was sitting on the grass and playing with building blocks, and a castle had been built.

The assassin frowned and squatted in front of the pile of blocks, as if looking for something.

Soon he reached out and pulled out the next one and put it in his pocket.

"Crash!" The built-up building collapsed instantly, and the child was stunned and cried out with a wow.

"My castle has collapsed!" The child turned around and cried and cried. When he heard the movement in the house, the assassin's hands were like lightning! The building blocks were restored in one second, but because of the missing important building blocks, the castle style was slightly different.

A woman trotted out of the room and coaxed the child: "Isn't the castle good?"

The child turned around and stared at the castle better than he built himself, unable to speak.

At this time, the assassin had left. After climbing over the wall, he opened the building block he had taken away and took out a pill.

This is the antidote, which has been placed by the assassin. Once it is successfully evacuated, it will come here to take it to relieve the poison on his body.

Whether it is taken or left, it is extremely hidden, and even the family itself does not know about it.

After the assassin in white was detoxified, he continued to pass through the hall.

When he was walking through a certain floor apartment, he saw someone in the bedroom making out in the window, and a faint sound came from his ears.

He ignored this directly.

By the way, he helped someone pull the curtains up, and then Shi Shiran walked past the two of them.

But this time, he did not go out through the window on the other side, but opened the door and left.

He walked down the stairs to the basement, staggered the surveillance and waited for a while, and a young man whistled to drive in the underground parking lot. He followed and walked along the way again.

The whereabouts are extremely vague. Not to mention sneaking, even if you don’t sneak, it is difficult to grasp the traces.

After repeated this, he walked through the streets and alleys, crossed countless private houses, and occasionally took a ride, and had already crossed most of the cities.

Before I knew it, I came to a luxury mansion.

This mansion is magnificent, with a wide view, and a garden swimming pool, with a huge range.

This is not an assassin's industry, it is just a stranger's industry. As long as there is a task, they will find a house with no one nearby as a stronghold. Except for the headquarters, they have never fixed strongholds.

The owner of the mansion went abroad and only two dogs left to guard the house. This was like a land of homeless for the assassin.

He climbed over the wall and suddenly the two of them looked at him in the garden.

"Aaron, my brother, you're back, where are the others?" said an elderly man.

"Master, except Heim, all the brothers have died. Heim was tracked by a member and evacuated separately from me. He would delay time and let me tell my brothers to prepare for the ambush." ​​said the white-clad assassin.

The older man immediately stood up and entered the room with another man, who were changing his outfits and wearing his equipment.

He wore a purple robe, completely as an assassin, while the other was a white robe, just like Aaron.

"Aaron, can you be sure you're not being followed?" asked the older man.

Aaron smiled and said, "It's certain. As long as someone is within two hundred meters behind me and after more than a minute, I will ask the eagle to pay attention. During this period, I deliberately stayed in multiple places to lure them, but no enemy was found following me."

"In addition, I used twenty methods to verify, all of which can be confirmed that no one followed me. Unless the stalker is blind, they will always be exposed. How can the blind man follow me?"

The elderly nodded and said, "I'll go to the cemetery now, you can take a break here."

"No, I'm not injured and I'm in great shape," Aaron said.

At this time, another white-clothed assassin reported: "The two members of the palace disappeared three minutes ago."

"It's still the same thing. When they arrive, the tracker is dead... Notify Haym's eagle and let him lead the person here. Aaron, you're there." said the elder.

After saying that, the purple-robed master reached out and pressed his hand on Aaron.

Aaron instantly turned into a telephone pole, standing on the side of the road outside the wall.

Another white-clothed assassin turned into a stag stone sculpture, pestle in the garden.

The elderly man himself squatted at the door of the villa, slapped his hand on his head, and turned into a hard marble floor, spreading on the ground.

The living assassin formed a villa to a marble floor in the walled iron gate, showing no signs of life.

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Chapter completed!