Under He Sheng's gaze, a man in black trotted out of the villa. However, he had just run out of the gate less than two steps, and He He's feet suddenly appeared in front of him.

Before the man could react, He He held his neck with one hand and was picked up by He He He as if he was carrying a chick.

The man struggled hard with his limbs, but no matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape the shackles of death.

He He didn't say anything, but just walked quickly towards He Sheng's villa.

Three minutes later, on the table on the rooftop, the man was sitting on the ground, and He Sheng was sitting at the table, fiddling with the things the man carried with him.

A heavy sniper rifle is very heavy and should be imported. It is equipped with six bullets in total, and it seems that it is well prepared.

Snipering is also a type of assassination, but He Sheng did not expect that such a way of killing could appear in China.

It seems that this organization has a great origin and can even get such a thing.

"Who sent it?" He Sheng pretended not to know anything, turned his head and stared at the man in front of him.

The man looked only thirty years old, with a buzz cut, dark skin, and his clothes were wearing a dark style. The box behind him was a cello box. No one could have noticed that in such a box, there was actually a heavy sniper rifle.

"Someone spends money to buy your life." The man was wearing a rough mouth, and he sat on the ground relaxedly, looking like he had no idea of ​​resisting.

As soon as He He took action, the man knew that he had fallen today.

But what surprised the man was that this man named He Sheng could detect the bullets a hundred meters away and could react so quickly in a few seconds.

Is this guy still an individual?

"Who spends money to buy my life? Tell me clearly." He Sheng asked calmly.

The man gritted his teeth, shook his head and said, "I don't know. Anyway, I've fallen into your hands. I can do whatever you want."

"You mean, do you think I won't kill you?" He Sheng smiled and lit a cigarette.

The man replied, "From your eyes, I can see that you have killed someone more than once, and you are very calm. So I may die..."

"Oh? You're very smart." He Sheng stared at the man with interesting thoughts: "Since you can guess your fate, why don't you tell me honestly? Maybe I'll let you go."

"I'm not saying it, I really don't know who spent money to buy your life." The man replied, "I only received your personal information, which was sent by my boss."

He Sheng nodded thoughtfully: "That means, you are a killer, and there is a boss above you. Your boss should know who spent money to kill me?"

The man frowned and looked at He Sheng with a smile on his face. He suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

As the guard retired, he could accurately smell the dangerous smell on He Sheng.

This is definitely not a simple person.

If you fall into the hands of such a person, you can only recognize him.

"Don't ask me, our organization has regulations. If the task fails, no information about the organization can be disclosed!" the man said firmly.

He Sheng nodded thoughtfully, and the corners of his mouth rose: "What you mean is that you don't want to tell me which organization you belong to and who your boss is, right?"

"Yes." The man replied.

"But if this is the case, your fate may be worse than death..." He Sheng said in a gentle tone.

He Sheng's words made the man stunned and looked at each other. All he saw was the indifference and disdain in He Sheng's eyes, and He Sheng's eyes made him feel a little scared.

"Speak out all the information you know about your organization, and I will spare your life." He Sheng's tone was plain.

The man glanced at He Sheng, and his eyes flashed with hesitation.

After hesitating for several seconds, the man shook his head.

"I...I can't say it! Once I say it, my family will be implicated. I would rather die by myself!" The man's forehead was covered with sweat. It was obvious that he seemed a little nervous in the face of He Sheng's aura.

He Sheng could see that although this man was not a cultivator, he had many years of professional training.

If you want such a person to tell the truth, you have to use unconventional means.

"You mean, I can't find your family, right?" He Sheng smiled jokingly.

Seeing the smile on He Sheng’s face, the man’s pupils stretched and his expression became a little incredible.

"With your face here, let alone finding your family, I can even find everything about you before. If you are willing to tell me the information about your organization, then I can protect your family. If you don't want to, you should know the consequences."

Hearing He Sheng's words, the man's breath became even heavier. He stared at He Sheng tightly, and a strong look of anger appeared in his eyes.

Seeing that the man was not talking, He Sheng took out his cell phone and called Xiaohua.

"Xiaohua, go to the rooftop."

"It's the boss." Xiaohua's voice came from the other end of the phone.

After putting down his phone, He Sheng didn't say anything, but just stared at the man quietly.

After a while, Xiaohua trotted to the rooftop.

"Boss, is there anything you need to ask me?" Xiaohua asked.

"Here, it shouldn't be difficult to collect his face and find his personal information, right?" He Sheng pointed to the man sitting on the ground and asked Xiaohua.

Xiaohua turned her head and looked at the man, thought for two seconds, then shook her head: "It's not difficult, it can be done in ten minutes."

"Then go and do it, I'll wait for you for ten minutes." He Sheng said to Xiaohua.

"Okay!" Xiaohua nodded, quickly took out her cell phone, and pointed the phone camera at the man.

He took several photos in succession, and Xiaohua then trotted downstairs.

He Sheng was not in a hurry. He poured himself a cup of hot tea and waited quietly while drinking the tea. In the middle, he smoked a cigarette and gave the man a cigarette. The two of them smoked cigarettes, but no one spoke, and just stared at each other.

After a while, Xiaohua ran to the rooftop with her laptop in her arms.

"Boss, I found it!" Xiaohua handed the notebook to He Sheng.

He Sheng placed the computer on the table in front of him. He looked at the information displayed on the top of the screen, and slowly curled up a trace of curve at the corner of his mouth.

"Qi Gaojun, from Tai'an, is 29 years old this year. He retired from the Western Provincial Guard and lives in Lianpeng Street, Tai'an City..."

He Sheng read out the information on the screen. When he was reading it later, the man's face had completely changed. He looked at He Sheng in extreme surprise, his pupils were full of incredible expressions.

"I have a younger brother at home. My parents are alive and they are all retired workers?" He Sheng looked at the man with his head tilted.

One of the man's faces had become as pale as paper.
Chapter completed!