"Wow—" "Jumped down! Jumped down!" "Awesome!"
The video is twenty-eight seconds long and shakes very badly. For the first five seconds, it was just facing the empty building floor from the side, and then two figures were seen leaping down from the eighth floor, one of them fell down like a cannonball, the other smashed several layers of protection The net and scaffolding rolled straight out for ten meters after landing, and stood up swayingly.
During this process, the photographer has been yelling and jogging close with his mobile phone until Wu Yu stood up and came outside the industrial subway wire mesh, and quickly zoomed in on the lens-I don't know what mobile phone was using. At such a long distance, Wu Yu's bloody and dusty face in the video screenshot is not blurred at all. As long as he sharpens it slightly, it can even be called a high-definition image.
Then Wu Yu stumbled and walked to the other side. The camera was blocked by the construction waste piled on the side of the wire fence at the construction site. The photographer sighed regretfully: "Old iron double-click 666! Originality is not easy, give me love..."
"Fuck you paralyzed." Yan Xiu cursed in a low voice, and then repeatedly broke the phone.
The Information Technology Office of the Nancheng Sub-bureau was bright as day. Lin Kang frowned and stared at his never-away laptop display, only to see rows of densely refreshing green text flashing on the dark black website page. Yan Xiu took a breath and stabilized his emotions, leaning down on the desk with one hand, frowning and saying, "What the hell does this mean?"
22: 57PM [Name_画师Country_PRCStatus_AlivePoolSize_BTC5.46]
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23:05PM [Name_画师Country_PRCStatus_AlivePoolSize_BTC7.56]
...
"The Assassination Market 2.0, the famous assassination market on the dark web." Lin Kang paused and said: "To be precise, it is a crowdfunding killing market."
Yan Xiu was shocked: "This thing is still crowdfunding?!"
"Yes. The gameplay of this website is that the administrator will post the name of the assassin on the list, and all those who hope he will die will put Bitcoin into the'death pool' and put forward a guess about the time of this person's death, death All the bonuses in the pool will be taken by the user who guessed the most accurately.-But you noticed that there is a paradox here, who can really predict the time of death of another person? Only the murderer himself. So the real of this website The purpose is actually to recruit killers. Every time you see a refresh, someone adds an extra bargaining chip to buy the head of the artist."
The anonymous network magnifies the most evil aspect of human nature. Killing no longer requires a high price. Only one or two hundred dollars can become one of the murderers in the crowd.
Yan Xiu's pupils tightened slightly, and he looked back abruptly.
Jiang Ting leaned against the window and smoked without saying a word. Wu Yu sat down on the large swivel chair next to him. The cigarette butt flickered between his drooping fingers, on the corner of his eyebrows, arms, right thigh and left ankle. They are all wearing medical bandages, they are wearing large white short-sleeved T-shirts, and gauze blood stains are faintly visible on the neckline. The dark blue hoodie covers half of the cheeks, leaving only a short straight bridge of the nose, as well as natural falling. Silent corners of lips.
"..." Yan Xi thought for a while, and asked in a low voice: "Is there no way to buy the target from this death pool?" The 999 novel has the fastest update. Computer: https://www.999xs.com/
Lin Kang said: "Yes, you can pay a higher price to the website. But what's the point? If someone is willing to pay for him to die, you only need to mark a higher price than you. Put the painter back into the death pool, do you think the drug dealers in the Golden Triangle who have been lurked, destroyed, or destroyed the drug delivery route in the Golden Triangle can't get the hundreds of thousands?"
"Then if I raise the price to..."
"It's useless. The artist offered a reward of up to 108.2409 BTC when he was most valuable." Lin Kang reluctantly interrupted Yan Xiu and said, "You should be thankful that there are only a few hundred thousand chips in the death pool, because the assassination market now has a New gameplay. Once the crowdfunding exceeds 100 BTC, they will..."
A icy premonition suddenly rose in Yan Xi's heart: "What will happen?"
Lin Kang opened his mouth and stopped, his expression was very complicated. At this time, the door was suddenly pushed open. Bu Chonghua walked in with a cold wind wrapped in a cold wind while talking on his phone: "Okay, I know, immediately notify the nearby police to ambush and locate. The police came to bring people. In addition, if there is news from the Office of Cyberspace Affairs, I will be notified at any time. I will greet the Song Bureau later... OK, keep in touch at any time.
"How is the detachment?" Lin Kang asked immediately.
"The photographer is a quick shooter nearby. The account IP has been found and the original video has been deleted. However, there are too many reposts on Weibo. At present, I can only greet the Cyberspace Administration of China to block keywords in batches, and manually remove the heat from the background Search." Bu Chonghua put down his phone, his voice was calm and tense: "How about you here?"
"Fortunately, the increase rate has slowed down, and now there are less than 8 BTC. It may be because the network information office has a relatively fast batch blocking action, and the video spread is not..."
Lin Kang refreshed at will, followed by a speech.
Bu Chonghua said sensitively: "What's the matter?"
"..."
The strange and inexplicable fluorescence faintly reflected in Lin Kang's eyes. He seemed to be frozen, even his pupils were motionless.
Everyone's eyes fell on the laptop in front of him at the same time, and even Wu Yu raised his head. Bu Chonghua stepped forward two steps, standing on the other side of the desk, his voice was soft as if he was afraid to wake up a nightmare: "What happened?"
"..." Lin Kang leaned back in his chair and smiled bitterly: "Don't you want to know what happens when the death pool exceeds 100 BTC?"
Yan Xi was taken aback, then looked at the latest row of ghostly flashing numbers, and suddenly saw that the numbers had been updated within five seconds just now, and the death pool was impressively displayed-BTC108.2409!
It is exactly the same as the highest prize that the artist was offered a year ago!
"You can see it now."
The webpage automatically opens a new window, and the template seems to be a popular chat room in the 1990s. In an instant, rows of anonymous users were added by the system, and the screen scrolled quickly for hundreds of lines; the next moment the screen refresh stopped, the SysAdmin account Appears, the group sends out a high-definition sharpened video screenshot——
On the construction site in the center of Jinhai, Wu Yu, dressed in messy and embarrassed clothes, half-kneeled next to a torn corpse, his eyebrows and facial features clearly distinguishable.
[SysAdmin:Welcomeeveryonetotodaysauction]
[SysAdmin:ReservepriceBTC108.2409]
[SysAdmin:ANYBID]
The chat room is blank and silent.
"After this amount is exceeded, the system will automatically open a bidding field." Lin Kang looked at the display, and every word was extremely slow and condensed: "The person with the highest bid can designate the killer to receive the bid, the time of death, and the It can...decide how the painter died."
The office is terribly quiet. Although the lights are brightly lit, the dark night outside the window seems to flow into the room through the window and door, flooding everyone's airways to the top.
Every word of Bu Chonghua seemed to be wrapped in cold air: "...just now there are less than 8 bitcoins, who mentioned the price of 108?!"
Lin Kang woke up like a dream, and immediately opened the page just now. "It's useless, anonymous. Only the winner of the bid will announce the ID."
Jiang Ting stepped forward and leaned over the computer: "No one has bid yet."
Lin Kang said: "No one will bid anymore! The average price of buying heads on the dark web is only a mere US$10,000. How many times has this doubled?!"
——The person who can afford this amount must be a big drug lord, no one will bid with him again!
In the darkness, there are countless pairs of eyes staring at this square inch of the screen, and the page is blank, as if an invisible string in the air is getting tighter and tighter, the administrator account finally issued a line of formulaic text——
【BTC108.2409CallingOnce】
【BTC108.2409CallingTwice】
【BTC108.2409LastCall——】
LastCall!
Bu Chonghua suddenly turned his head to meet Wu Yu's gaze.
Wu Yu looked at him with a pale face. At that moment, he looked like the old photos he had left in the archives when he marched into the detention center for thirteen years. He was quiet, handsome, and clear, as if the years when the wind knife and the sword were drifting away. Existence, no harm and fear have ever happened.
Bu Chonghua felt like he had been punched hard in his heart, suddenly turned his head and stretched out his hand to the keyboard in front of Lin Kang, but at this moment, the blank screen suddenly moved!
Anonymous buyers participate in the bidding, Bitcoin 200!
At that moment, the oxygen in everyone's lungs was evacuated instantly, Lin Kang's eyes turned black, his eardrums roared, and his heart stopped beating. It took a long while to squeeze out from between his teeth: "...Who the hell is this?!"
Yan Xiu's voice sounded behind him: "Me."
Lin Kang: "..."
Wu Yu: "..."
Bu Chonghua: "..."
Yan Xi took a mobile phone, looked at Wu Yu, and asked cautiously: "You will marry my cousin, right? Article 2 of the Judicial Interpretation of the Marriage Law stipulates that the wedding gift is refundable, do you know?"
"..." Wu Yu opened his mouth weakly, "Huh?"
Lin Kang experienced the ups and downs of a roller coaster-like turbulence in just a few minutes. He drank several sips of water before reluctantly suppressing the heartbeat in his throat: "You...you have to give the deposit to the website now, and remember to indicate that it is Buy the painter from the death pool, otherwise you will suddenly be upgraded to a VIP in the assassination market. When you come back, you have to explain it to the inspection team..."
"Wait!" Bu Chonghua stared at the web page: "It's not over yet!"
Anonymous buyers bid again!
There was a loud noise, and the tumultuous bidding field just exploded like a pan, and the rapidly refreshing screen displayed the latest bid-Bitcoin 1000!
The bid directly broke half a billion!
Lin Kang's saliva almost returned to his throat from his stomach, Jiang Ting's face changed, Bu Chonghua suddenly got up, Yan Xiu blurted out on the spot: "Fuck!"
Wu Yu held Yan Xiu's cell phone: "No need to compete."
"but you……"
"AssassinationMarket's bidding volume is not that big, and the back-end system will be restricted unless the bidder has management authority." Wu Yu's throat slipped violently and hoarsely said: "There is only one person in this world who would kill me at all costs. That's it."
Yan Xiu: "Who?"
"——Me." The shark looked at the display and smiled.
The extended off-road vehicle was bumping forward on the dark mountain road. The front was out of sight, only the high beams cut into the night like two light knives. Shark closed the bidding page with excitement, picked up the phone to open it, and clicked on the video that had been repeated several times again. The screen light in the depths of his pupils was like two ghost fires.
"Wow -" "Jumped down! Jumped down!" "Awesome!"...
"You once said that when you were invited to the Chinese border a year ago, the'painter' lurked next to you as a buyer, and got along for several days." Qin Chuan, who was in the front row, looked up from his mobile phone. , Glanced at the rearview mirror and asked: "He must have been releasing news about your whereabouts to the police in the past few days. Why did you not find anything wrong from beginning to end?"
"...I found out, but I can't find out who the undercover agent is." Shark said slowly, "and if you see the painter at that time...you wouldn't think it was him."
The mobile phone video in the carriage is still playing. On the construction site, Wu Yu staggered from the soot smoke, panting, blood breaking through the brow bones straight down the bridge of the nose and the corners of the lips, dripping from the white jaw. Under the ground.
He is like a vine plant rising from the ground from hell, sticking out of the cliff from the abyss, and blooming towards the sky full of strange flowers.
...
"Hello Mr. Phillip, I'm from Boss Hu, and I have been ordered to cross the border with you and your convoy." The young man has a white complexion, black hair, a clear, quick and gentle speech, with three points in his eyes. Laughing, walked two steps and stretched out his hand to hold him tightly. The white shirt and black trousers outline the delicate figure just right, "In the next few days, I will personally protect your safety."
Border Casino Prison | In the prison room, the Burmese horse on the ground was beaten into an inhuman shape. The young man’s white shirt was loosened with two buttons, and the toe of his leather shoes was placed on the horse’s face, not minding that the other party's blood stained his soles. "Who released Mr. Phillip's whereabouts to the casino? What did you do when you slipped out on duty?"
Ma Tsai's nose and tears came down together, and he wailed vaguely, struggling desperately to ask for mercy.
The young man lowered his crow's wing-like eyelashes, and there seemed to be a gentle regret under his eyes. Then he suddenly exerted force under his feet, and stepped on Ma Tsai's eyeball amidst the terrifying screams!
...
"Will you ask later? Of course I am lucky to work for a boss like you." The young man leaned his elbow on the balcony railing and exhaled a puff of smoke into the night sky, the bright stars reflected in his smiling eyes: "But I was born in Shan State, and I have lived until now and I have lost a bite of food to my boss. If I accept your invitation and abandon the boss, wouldn't it be ungrateful?..."
The shark closed his eyes before the video. At that moment, he seemed to see the scene where the memory had been imprinted countless times-the floor-to-ceiling windows on the sixteenth floor suddenly burst, and a figure wrapped in broken glass fell into the sky, smashing several rain shelters, cold light He was in front of him in an instant; at that moment he was indeed terrified, but when fear ruled all the senses, another tremor of excitement passed from the nerve endings into the brain.
Shark has been a bit idealistic since the creation of the Mariana Trench. He knew that it was a sense of fatalism that came about because of extreme hostility, "I finally waited for you."
"Although I think it feels like you are paying for your own bidding field with your left pocket out of your right pocket... but you won." Qin Chuan stared at the phone screen, his tone a little hard to say: "It's time for you to choose the killer to accept the bid. "
"Receive the bid?"
Qin Chuan turned his head in surprise, and saw that in the car that was shaking late at night, the shark leaned on the back seat and raised his eyebrows, with one hand supporting his cheek, and the other hand turning on the front camera of the computer. Then the flash struck his smiling blue. On the eyes.
Then he pressed the start button and said to the camera like a spring breeze:
"It's been a year, painter, I hope you are all right."
Qin Chuan said almost silently, "Oh my fuck!"
"When you saw this video, you must have guessed who the bidder was. But don't worry, I don't want to specify which killer will shoot you from behind, or use any cruel and perverted way to divide you into five horses; I just I want to say hello to you friendly."
The sky above the highly anticipated bidding field suddenly cut into the shark’s smiling face, and then the homepage of TheAssassinationMarket website, the dark wiki, and the Mariana Trench; countless people living in the dark corners of the world stopped their mouse at the same time and stared at the computer eye.
In the Nancheng branch office, Wu Yu's eyes under his hoodie seemed to freeze, staring motionlessly at the live video.
"I'm really glad that you are still alive, and I'm glad that the good show that belongs to you and me is not over yet."
One of the biggest bosses of the dark web, the famous North American drug lord, smiled and approached the camera, as if looking through the screen, once again saw the young man’s eyes reflecting in the starry sky:
"Besides,'painter', I have always wanted to ask you a question--"
"If you put aside your duties and name as a policeman, if you put aside the so-called faith and loyalty, if you are still alone now; do you dare to reappear and stand in front of me like you did in the past?"
"Wow—" "Jumped down! Jumped down!" "Awesome!"
The video is twenty-eight seconds long and shakes very badly. For the first five seconds, it was just facing the empty building floor from the side, and then two figures were seen leaping down from the eighth floor, one of them fell down like a cannonball, the other smashed several layers of protection The net and scaffolding rolled straight out for ten meters after landing, and stood up swayingly.
During this process, the photographer has been yelling and jogging close with his mobile phone until Wu Yu stood up and came outside the industrial subway wire mesh, and quickly zoomed in on the lens-I don't know what mobile phone was using. At such a long distance, Wu Yu's bloody and dusty face in the video screenshot is not blurred at all. As long as he sharpens it slightly, it can even be called a high-definition image.
Then Wu Yu stumbled and walked to the other side. The camera was blocked by the construction waste piled on the side of the wire fence at the construction site. The photographer sighed regretfully: "Old iron double-click 666! Originality is not easy, give me love..."
"Fuck you paralyzed." Yan Xiu cursed in a low voice, and then repeatedly broke the phone.
The Information Technology Office of the Nancheng Sub-bureau was bright as day. Lin Kang frowned and stared at his never-away laptop display, only to see rows of densely refreshing green text flashing on the dark black website page. Yan Xiu took a breath and stabilized his emotions, leaning down on the desk with one hand, frowning and saying, "What the hell does this mean?"
22: 57PM [Name_画师Country_PRCStatus_AlivePoolSize_BTC5.46]
22: 58PM [Name_画师Country_PRCStatus_AlivePoolSize_BTC6.18]
23:05PM [Name_画师Country_PRCStatus_AlivePoolSize_BTC7.56]
...
"The Assassination Market 2.0, the famous assassination market on the dark web." Lin Kang paused and said: "To be precise, it is a crowdfunding killing market."
Yan Xiu was shocked: "This thing is still crowdfunding?!"
"Yes. The gameplay of this website is that the administrator will post the name of the assassin on the list, and all those who hope he will die will put Bitcoin into the'death pool' and put forward a guess about the time of this person's death, death All the bonuses in the pool will be taken by the user who guessed the most accurately.-But you noticed that there is a paradox here, who can really predict the time of death of another person? Only the murderer himself. So the real of this website The purpose is actually to recruit killers. Every time you see a refresh, someone adds an extra bargaining chip to buy the head of the artist."
The anonymous network magnifies the most evil aspect of human nature. Killing no longer requires a high price. Only one or two hundred dollars can become one of the murderers in the crowd.
Yan Xiu's pupils tightened slightly, and he looked back abruptly.
Jiang Ting leaned against the window and smoked without saying a word. Wu Yu sat down on the large swivel chair next to him. The cigarette butt flickered between his drooping fingers, on the corner of his eyebrows, arms, right thigh and left ankle. They are all wearing medical bandages, they are wearing large white short-sleeved T-shirts, and gauze blood stains are faintly visible on the neckline. The dark blue hoodie covers half of the cheeks, leaving only a short straight bridge of the nose, as well as natural falling. Silent corners of lips.
"..." Yan Xi thought for a while, and asked in a low voice: "Is there no way to buy the target from this death pool?" The 999 novel has the fastest update. Computer: https://www.999xs.com/
Lin Kang said: "Yes, you can pay a higher price to the website. But what's the point? If someone is willing to pay for him to die, you only need to mark a higher price than you. Put the painter back into the death pool, do you think the drug dealers in the Golden Triangle who have been lurked, destroyed, or destroyed the drug delivery route in the Golden Triangle can't get the hundreds of thousands?"
"Then if I raise the price to..."
"It's useless. The artist offered a reward of up to 108.2409 BTC when he was most valuable." Lin Kang reluctantly interrupted Yan Xiu and said, "You should be thankful that there are only a few hundred thousand chips in the death pool, because the assassination market now has a New gameplay. Once the crowdfunding exceeds 100 BTC, they will..."
A icy premonition suddenly rose in Yan Xi's heart: "What will happen?"
Lin Kang opened his mouth and stopped, his expression was very complicated. At this time, the door was suddenly pushed open. Bu Chonghua walked in with a cold wind wrapped in a cold wind while talking on his phone: "Okay, I know, immediately notify the nearby police to ambush and locate. The police came to bring people. In addition, if there is news from the Office of Cyberspace Affairs, I will be notified at any time. I will greet the Song Bureau later... OK, keep in touch at any time.
"How is the detachment?" Lin Kang asked immediately.
"The photographer is a quick shooter nearby. The account IP has been found and the original video has been deleted. However, there are too many reposts on Weibo. At present, I can only greet the Cyberspace Administration of China to block keywords in batches, and manually remove the heat from the background Search." Bu Chonghua put down his phone, his voice was calm and tense: "How about you here?"
"Fortunately, the increase rate has slowed down, and now there are less than 8 BTC. It may be because the network information office has a relatively fast batch blocking action, and the video spread is not..."
Lin Kang refreshed at will, followed by a speech.
Bu Chonghua said sensitively: "What's the matter?"
"..."
The strange and inexplicable fluorescence faintly reflected in Lin Kang's eyes. He seemed to be frozen, even his pupils were motionless.
Everyone's eyes fell on the laptop in front of him at the same time, and even Wu Yu raised his head. Bu Chonghua stepped forward two steps, standing on the other side of the desk, his voice was soft as if he was afraid to wake up a nightmare: "What happened?"
"..." Lin Kang leaned back in his chair and smiled bitterly: "Don't you want to know what happens when the death pool exceeds 100 BTC?"
Yan Xi was taken aback, then looked at the latest row of ghostly flashing numbers, and suddenly saw that the numbers had been updated within five seconds just now, and the death pool was impressively displayed-BTC108.2409!
It is exactly the same as the highest prize that the artist was offered a year ago!
"You can see it now."
The webpage automatically opens a new window, and the template seems to be a popular chat room in the 1990s. In an instant, rows of anonymous users were added by the system, and the screen scrolled quickly for hundreds of lines; the next moment the screen refresh stopped, the SysAdmin account Appears, the group sends out a high-definition sharpened video screenshot——
On the construction site in the center of Jinhai, Wu Yu, dressed in messy and embarrassed clothes, half-kneeled next to a torn corpse, his eyebrows and facial features clearly distinguishable.
[SysAdmin:Welcomeeveryonetotodaysauction]
[SysAdmin:ReservepriceBTC108.2409]
[SysAdmin:ANYBID]
The chat room is blank and silent.
"After this amount is exceeded, the system will automatically open a bidding field." Lin Kang looked at the display, and every word was extremely slow and condensed: "The person with the highest bid can designate the killer to receive the bid, the time of death, and the It can...decide how the painter died."
The office is terribly quiet. Although the lights are brightly lit, the dark night outside the window seems to flow into the room through the window and door, flooding everyone's airways to the top.
Every word of Bu Chonghua seemed to be wrapped in cold air: "...just now there are less than 8 bitcoins, who mentioned the price of 108?!"
Lin Kang woke up like a dream, and immediately opened the page just now. "It's useless, anonymous. Only the winner of the bid will announce the ID."
Jiang Ting stepped forward and leaned over the computer: "No one has bid yet."
Lin Kang said: "No one will bid anymore! The average price of buying heads on the dark web is only a mere US$10,000. How many times has this doubled?!"
——The person who can afford this amount must be a big drug lord, no one will bid with him again!
In the darkness, there are countless pairs of eyes staring at this square inch of the screen, and the page is blank, as if an invisible string in the air is getting tighter and tighter, the administrator account finally issued a line of formulaic text——
【BTC108.2409CallingOnce】
【BTC108.2409CallingTwice】
【BTC108.2409LastCall——】
LastCall!
Bu Chonghua suddenly turned his head to meet Wu Yu's gaze.
Wu Yu looked at him with a pale face. At that moment, he looked like the old photos he had left in the archives when he marched into the detention center for thirteen years. He was quiet, handsome, and clear, as if the years when the wind knife and the sword were drifting away. Existence, no harm and fear have ever happened.
Bu Chonghua felt like he had been punched hard in his heart, suddenly turned his head and stretched out his hand to the keyboard in front of Lin Kang, but at this moment, the blank screen suddenly moved!
Anonymous buyers participate in the bidding, Bitcoin 200!
At that moment, the oxygen in everyone's lungs was evacuated instantly, Lin Kang's eyes turned black, his eardrums roared, and his heart stopped beating. It took a long while to squeeze out from between his teeth: "...Who the hell is this?!"
Yan Xiu's voice sounded behind him: "Me."
Lin Kang: "..."
Wu Yu: "..."
Bu Chonghua: "..."
Yan Xi took a mobile phone, looked at Wu Yu, and asked cautiously: "You will marry my cousin, right? Article 2 of the Judicial Interpretation of the Marriage Law stipulates that the wedding gift is refundable, do you know?"
"..." Wu Yu opened his mouth weakly, "Huh?"
Lin Kang experienced the ups and downs of a roller coaster-like turbulence in just a few minutes. He drank several sips of water before reluctantly suppressing the heartbeat in his throat: "You...you have to give the deposit to the website now, and remember to indicate that it is Buy the painter from the death pool, otherwise you will suddenly be upgraded to a VIP in the assassination market. When you come back, you have to explain it to the inspection team..."
"Wait!" Bu Chonghua stared at the web page: "It's not over yet!"
Anonymous buyers bid again!
There was a loud noise, and the tumultuous bidding field just exploded like a pan, and the rapidly refreshing screen displayed the latest bid-Bitcoin 1000!
The bid directly broke half a billion!
Lin Kang's saliva almost returned to his throat from his stomach, Jiang Ting's face changed, Bu Chonghua suddenly got up, Yan Xiu blurted out on the spot: "Fuck!"
Wu Yu held Yan Xiu's cell phone: "No need to compete."
"but you……"
"AssassinationMarket's bidding volume is not that big, and the back-end system will be restricted unless the bidder has management authority." Wu Yu's throat slipped violently and hoarsely said: "There is only one person in this world who would kill me at all costs. That's it."
Yan Xiu: "Who?"
"——Me." The shark looked at the display and smiled.
The extended off-road vehicle was bumping forward on the dark mountain road. The front was out of sight, only the high beams cut into the night like two light knives. Shark closed the bidding page with excitement, picked up the phone to open it, and clicked on the video that had been repeated several times again. The screen light in the depths of his pupils was like two ghost fires.
"Wow -" "Jumped down! Jumped down!" "Awesome!"...
"You once said that when you were invited to the Chinese border a year ago, the'painter' lurked next to you as a buyer, and got along for several days." Qin Chuan, who was in the front row, looked up from his mobile phone. , Glanced at the rearview mirror and asked: "He must have been releasing news about your whereabouts to the police in the past few days. Why did you not find anything wrong from beginning to end?"
"...I found out, but I can't find out who the undercover agent is." Shark said slowly, "and if you see the painter at that time...you wouldn't think it was him."
The mobile phone video in the carriage is still playing. On the construction site, Wu Yu staggered from the soot smoke, panting, blood breaking through the brow bones straight down the bridge of the nose and the corners of the lips, dripping from the white jaw. Under the ground.
He is like a vine plant rising from the ground from hell, sticking out of the cliff from the abyss, and blooming towards the sky full of strange flowers.
...
"Hello Mr. Phillip, I'm from Boss Hu, and I have been ordered to cross the border with you and your convoy." The young man has a white complexion, black hair, a clear, quick and gentle speech, with three points in his eyes. Laughing, walked two steps and stretched out his hand to hold him tightly. The white shirt and black trousers outline the delicate figure just right, "In the next few days, I will personally protect your safety."
Border Casino Prison | In the prison room, the Burmese horse on the ground was beaten into an inhuman shape. The young man’s white shirt was loosened with two buttons, and the toe of his leather shoes was placed on the horse’s face, not minding that the other party's blood stained his soles. "Who released Mr. Phillip's whereabouts to the casino? What did you do when you slipped out on duty?"
Ma Tsai's nose and tears came down together, and he wailed vaguely, struggling desperately to ask for mercy.
The young man lowered his crow's wing-like eyelashes, and there seemed to be a gentle regret under his eyes. Then he suddenly exerted force under his feet, and stepped on Ma Tsai's eyeball amidst the terrifying screams!
...
"Will you ask later? Of course I am lucky to work for a boss like you." The young man leaned his elbow on the balcony railing and exhaled a puff of smoke into the night sky, the bright stars reflected in his smiling eyes: "But I was born in Shan State, and I have lived until now and I have lost a bite of food to my boss. If I accept your invitation and abandon the boss, wouldn't it be ungrateful?..."
The shark closed his eyes before the video. At that moment, he seemed to see the scene where the memory had been imprinted countless times-the floor-to-ceiling windows on the sixteenth floor suddenly burst, and a figure wrapped in broken glass fell into the sky, smashing several rain shelters, cold light He was in front of him in an instant; at that moment he was indeed terrified, but when fear ruled all the senses, another tremor of excitement passed from the nerve endings into the brain.
Shark has been a bit idealistic since the creation of the Mariana Trench. He knew that it was a sense of fatalism that came about because of extreme hostility, "I finally waited for you."
"Although I think it feels like you are paying for your own bidding field with your left pocket out of your right pocket... but you won." Qin Chuan stared at the phone screen, his tone a little hard to say: "It's time for you to choose the killer to accept the bid. "
"Receive the bid?"
Qin Chuan turned his head in surprise, and saw that in the car that was shaking late at night, the shark leaned on the back seat and raised his eyebrows, with one hand supporting his cheek, and the other hand turning on the front camera of the computer. Then the flash struck his smiling blue. On the eyes.
Then he pressed the start button and said to the camera like a spring breeze:
"It's been a year, painter, I hope you are all right."
Qin Chuan said almost silently, "Oh my fuck!"
"When you saw this video, you must have guessed who the bidder was. But don't worry, I don't want to specify which killer will shoot you from behind, or use any cruel and perverted way to divide you into five horses; I just I want to say hello to you friendly."
The sky above the highly anticipated bidding field suddenly cut into the shark’s smiling face, and then the homepage of TheAssassinationMarket website, the dark wiki, and the Mariana Trench; countless people living in the dark corners of the world stopped their mouse at the same time and stared at the computer eye.
In the Nancheng branch office, Wu Yu's eyes under his hoodie seemed to freeze, staring motionlessly at the live video.
"I'm really glad that you are still alive, and I'm glad that the good show that belongs to you and me is not over yet."
One of the biggest bosses of the dark web, the famous North American drug lord, smiled and approached the camera, as if looking through the screen, once again saw the young man’s eyes reflecting in the starry sky:
"Besides,'painter', I have always wanted to ask you a question--"
"If you put aside your duties and name as a policeman, if you put aside the so-called faith and loyalty, if you are still alone now; do you dare to reappear and stand in front of me like you did in the past?"
