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    Judy left the prison alone. Not long after waiting at the gate of the prison, a car stopped in front of her. After she got on, the car turned around at the gate of the prison and headed for York along Highway 28.

    She looked at the watch on her wrist.  There are still more than four hours before the meeting time agreed by the private detective.

    The place agreed by the two was in a poor area of ??York District.

    Judy felt very strange about this agreed place.  But she still chose to go to the appointment without hesitation.

    Due to time constraints, she didn't intend to waste time on changing clothes and disguises. She still wore a sexy red dress as usual, and didn't care how eye-catching this outfit was in the slums.

    It's just a slum area, and it's not that she hasn't lived in it, but she grew up in it.

    The car did not go directly to the appointed place, but stopped at a private fitness club.

    She opened her locker, which contained an exquisite matching gun, two magazines, five or six rolls of rice knives, three passports, and car keys.

    She has more than twenty of these private lockers in Kavalon City.

    She took the gun and two magazines, closed the door of the locker, and returned to the car again.

    At around one o'clock in the afternoon, the car slowly drove into the gloomy and decaying slums.

    Judy looked out the window calmly, the dark street, the adults were busy with their work, casting indifferent eyes on the car, and the tattered children, laughing innocently, kept chasing the car.

    It seems that all the slums look the same. Here, Judy seems to see the place where she lived when she was a child.

    She stared blankly, and when she was about to go down to take a look, everything in front of her eyes suddenly changed, and the place that seemed to be familiar was not even half alike.

    ?As the road continued to deepen, the road conditions became worse and worse. A large pile of construction waste lay in the middle of the road, and the car could no longer move forward. Fortunately, it was not far from the agreed location.

    "Wait for me here."

    "Be careful." The driver picked up a submachine gun from the co-pilot.

    Judy hummed, wrapped her head with a scarf, only a pair of eyes were exposed, then picked up her bag and walked to the agreed place.

    Five or six minutes later, Judy came to the fourth floor of an old building, scanned the old house numbers all the way, and finally stopped in front of a room with an iron door.

    She rang the doorbell several times, but no one came to the door for a long time.

    She looked left and right, trembling from nervousness, and her hands were covered with beads of sweat at some point.

    This house has been in disrepair for a long time, and debris is piled up in the corridor, exuding a decaying smell. Most of the old-fashioned ceiling lamps on the top of the corridor are not working anymore, and some of them that can work are still flickering, and they are on the verge of collapse.

    Under the flickering and dim light, there was no one, only pairs of greedy eyes watching her in the dark.

    She pressed the doorbell again anxiously, and waited for a while, but still no one came to answer the door.

    She pushed the door hard, took the handkerchief again, and tried to turn the doorknob.

    Click!

    The door is open?  !

    She hastily pushed the door open and went in, then closed the door forcefully and locked it behind her.

    Suddenly, a bone-piercing chill hit.

    The chill was not cold air, but a chill that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

    She took out the pistol in her bag in horror and stared at everything in the darkness.

    Every second that passed, the air became more dignified. She could clearly hear her breathing and her teeth chattering.

    It's getting colder and colder.

    After getting used to the darkness, when she found that there was no one in the living room, she forced herself to move. If it got so cold, she would freeze to death without anyone else doing it.

    The floor creaked, making her heart beat faster.

    The living room of the old-fashioned house is not big, she held the gun horizontally, and walked around the living room in a short while.

    nobody?

    She leaned her body against the wall next to the bedroom door and opened the bedroom door.

    She glanced sideways, and the faint light from the signal lights of home appliances made her barely able to see that this was a kid's room with many plush toys on the bed.

    There was another bedroom. She took a deep breath and opened the last bedroom. There was indeed someone in the room, but this person was lying on the bed with his back to her.

    His hands were tied behind his back, and his feet were also tied.

    She tried pressing the light switch by the door, but nothing happened.

    Leaning against the wall, she didn't go in right away, but looked left and right, and after confirming that everything was normal, she slowly let go of the gun and flipped through the bag from her purse.The top floor of a building.

    As soon as the elevator doors opened, there were more than a dozen opened doors on both sides of the long aisle, and a bodyguard stood next to each door.

    After Judy and the driver entered a room, all the bodyguards closed the bedroom door at the same time, then took out the guns in their arms, opened the safety latch, and were ready to shoot at any time.

    Not long after the driver entered the door, the phone vibrated. He answered the phone, and after a few hums, he handed the phone to Judy who was sitting in the corner.  "Fire Man's phone."

    "How's it going?" Judy asked.

    "They are already dead, and it was Arthur who did it. Matisse is responsible for managing their money, but he is unwilling to hand over the money now. He wants to make a deal with the Great Qin Dynasty with me."

    "kill him!"

    The fire man hung up the phone, looked at the little man kneeling in front of him and said, "Take that money and go to hell!"

    After finishing speaking, before the short man opened his mouth to compromise, he pinched his throat.

    He came out of the room and came to the door of the bathroom.

    A woman in a short skirt was tied to a chair with a wet towel covering her face.  There is a depression in the center of the towel, which is constantly opening and closing, accompanied by whimpering.

    "This world is really small." The fire man took away the wet towel, and the woman's originally cold and beautiful facial features were completely distorted.

    He watched quietly until the woman returned to normal and stared at him with strange eyes, then said: "I thought you ran away, why didn't you?"

    The woman was silent for a long time, and her expression suddenly became ferocious.  "She doesn't like you at all! Why do you want to be a dog so much! Do you know how to be a human? How to be a man?"

    "Why did you kill her? She went to jail for us and didn't betray anyone." The fire man stared at the woman's crazy eyes and said calmly.

    The woman showed pain, coughed up water, and said mockingly: "Did that bitch say it? Can you believe her words? If she is really good for us, why hide the money secretly, why don't you put those  Give us the money!"

    "These years, you and Matisse have been together, how are you doing?" The fire man suddenly said softly, and he gently stroked her wet hair.  "Do you think he doesn't know your origin? He took women home unscrupulously, and sent you to those people to play with like goods. Is it really for your so-called home?"

    "You what are you talking about?" The woman struggled violently, her wrists being strangled, bleeding red blood.  "I live a good life! I rely on my body to make money and enjoy it. What's wrong! Why do you deny my life!"

    "Well, countless choices are intertwined into the current result." The fire man pulled out his hands from his hair, turned on the faucet, and washed his hands.  "Have you ever thought that we were wrong from the very beginning, everyone else has a chance to choose, only the three of us have no chance to choose, and our three backgrounds are destined to be cast aside by this normal world. Others can't understand her, and you  Should understand her."

    "But you didn't. No one else thought of harming her! But you found someone to poison her!"

    "I know, you like me, but this can't be the reason for you to live."

    After finishing speaking, the fire man ignored the woman's scolding and pleading, and left the bathroom.

    After he left, the man in black standing in the bathroom took out a gun with a silencer from his arms and shot her three times in the head.

    On the bustling street, amidst the bustling flow of people, he went upstream to a flower shop with a closed sign.

    Pushing open the door and walking in, the store owner smiled and tilted his head inside when he saw him.

    He nodded and walked into the warehouse of the flower shop. There were many boxes in the warehouse, which made the small warehouse even narrower.  A grey-haired man with glasses smiled and handed him a briefcase.  "This is what you asked for, you check and check."

    Huo Nan opened the briefcase, read the documents inside carefully, and then packed it up and handed it to the other party.  "That's right, very detailed proof of experience."

    "Well, these documents will take effect immediately after completing that matter. You will have a flawless identity." The gray-haired man said with a smile: "You are very powerful, and the Earl values ??you very much.  Let him down.?
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