Chapter Five Hundred and Eighteen a Good Man: I Let You Go

After Rebecca completed her revenge, she immediately left the United States and hid in Brazil.

She originally planned to change her identity and live in another place after the mutual aid association's search for her was reduced.

The Mutual Aid Association was still as strong as it remembered, and within a month, Mr. X followed.

Her feelings for Mutual Aid were a little more complicated than those of William Johnson and Wolf Esworth, who directly caused her sister's death.

If you die like this, you don't have to worry about fighting them, right? With that thought in her mind, she closed her eyes.

When she closed her eyes, she naturally didn't see it. On the edge of the roof, a head quietly appeared, and then the whole body. The whole process was even and gentle, and turned into the roof without any smoke.

Mr. X's victory was in his hands, and his indifferent face finally began to show excitement: "Do you want to die? That's too boring. I can tell you a free piece of information - your biological parents who died in the car accident are actually me. killed."

Rebecca suddenly opened her eyes: "What?"

She was stunned for a moment, staring at the back of Mr. X's head, showing a look of surprise and disbelief.

Looking at her expression, Mr. X grinned unsurprisingly: "Because of you! You have shown the talent to become an official assassin since you were a child. It's a pity that your parents are ignorant, you have been missing for a year, and you are still being tracked down. I had to hit them with my car and threw a drunk hapless in the driver's seat."

Rebecca gritted her teeth: "I'm going to kill you!"

Mr. X sighed: "I have been following you since I was a child. You are a good work that I have cultivated. I originally wanted to find a chance to X you, but you got out of control too fast and didn't give me this chance. Forget it, although it's a pity that you haven't been with a man yet, but go to hell!"

Saying that, he aimed the gun from Rebecca's hand at her chin: "There is just one last bullet, this is God's will."

Rebecca suddenly laughed, full of sarcasm: "Yes, this is God's will."

Mr. X suddenly felt a cool breeze blowing across the back of his neck.

It was someone breathing behind him, and he stood upside down with chills all over his body, so he wanted to jump forward and turn around.

A big hand had already pinched the back of his neck and lifted him up in the air.

"God, the old man told you, don't make a fool of yourself before you kill him? Well, the old man shouldn't have said that." A young voice teased.

Mr. X's hand loosened, and Rebecca fell to the ground, lying there panting.

She raised her head reluctantly, her face strange, as if she didn't know what to say.

Behind Mr. X, there was a face that she was just a little familiar with. Who was this young bearded young man who wasn't Luke?

Luke raised his foot and kicked twice while taunting.

With two clicks, Mr. X's knee shattered.

He just threw Mr. X on the ground, he dug a few times in his backpack and took out a deck of playing cards: "Give you a chance. Play ten rounds of blackjack with me, as long as you win five rounds, I will I'll let you go."

Mr. X gritted his teeth: "Who are you?"

Luke rolled his eyes and punched him in the left shoulder.

Click!

Mr. X cried out in pain.

"Will you come? This is your only chance." Luke shook the playing cards in his hand.

Mr. X gritted his teeth: "Come."

In less than two minutes, Mr. X exclaimed angrily, "This is the sixth game, and you have only won four games."

Luke shook his head, put away the cards, and stood up: "Even if you win five rounds, I'll let you go."

Mr. X: "Huh?"

Rebecca: "What?"

Luke suddenly flew a kick, and in the click, Mr. X's last intact right arm was also shattered: "I let you go, but she won't let you go, it's none of my business."

"You should want to deal with him yourself, right?" He handed the Safari Arms Matchmaster that belonged to Rebecca to her: "There is also a bullet, which seems to be the will of God."

Mr. X has cursed again and again.

Rebecca took the gun, but shook her head: "It's too cheap for him."

Luke snorted, tilted his head and thought for a while, took out two hands in the backpack behind his back, a towel, and a butane flamethrower handed over: "Is this enough?"

Mr. X's scolding disappeared immediately, and he stared at him dumbfounded.

Rebecca withdrew the hand she wanted to take out the spare magazines from her waist, took them in a daze, and nodded silently for a moment: "Enough."

As she said that, she walked over and shoved the towel into Mr. X's mouth, who wanted to continue scolding.

"Can you... dodge it?" She turned to look at Luke.

Luke shrugged and jumped off the rooftop lightly.

There was a dull wailing sound from the rooftop, and after more than ten minutes, a gunshot rang out.

After a while, Rebecca jumped down: "Let's go."

Luke pointed upstairs: "Just let him throw it there?"

Rebecca snorted coldly: "The Mutual Aid Society wants to trouble me, so come on."

Luke: "Are you sure?"

Rebecca hesitated, and finally shook her head: "If it will cause you trouble, deal with him."

After thinking for a while, Luke turned over and put Mr. X's body and other sundries into the storage space.

He was not afraid of any trouble.

Whether the towel or the butane gas canister, when he threw it out, there was a thin film on his hand, leaving no trace.

But turning Mr. X into Mr. Missing will undoubtedly make it more difficult for the mutual aid society to track down Rebecca.

For her, who was alone and turned away from the mutual aid association, this was actually more important than venting her anger.

After a while, he jumped down: "Let's go."

Rebecca nodded silently and took the lead.

After walking a few steps, her legs softened and she knelt down.

At this moment, an arm wrapped around her and hugged her: "If you don't have the strength, say it clearly, I don't mind helping. But, where are we going?"

Rebecca gasped twice, letting her body lean on his arm: "Go to the beach, I want to have a good time."

Luke threw her on his back and carried her to the beach.

As he walked, he looked at the system prompt.

System: The task of killing Mr. X, an important member of the mutual aid club, is completed.

The total mission experience is 500, and the points are 500.

The task contribution rate is 70%, the experience gained is 350, and the points are 350.

System: The mission to save Rebecca is complete.

The total mission experience is 100, and the points are 100

The task contribution rate is 100%, the experience is 100, and the points are 100.

Well, it seems that he did not kill Mr. X wrong, nor did he save Rebecca wrong.

Save her and get 100 experience points. In the judgment of the system, she is a good person.

How to be a good person, Luke has a rough guess.

For example, he is such an upright and kind promising young man, and the system father also thinks that he is a good person.

Watch a play, kill someone, save someone.

What a colorful life tonight, a good income, and another great day. A certain good person thought so, and walked towards the beach with brisk steps.