Chapter 92 The Killer and the Groom (Please Recommend Tickets on Monday~)

Xifa carefully observed the lady in front of him.

She should be around twenty-seven or eighty-eight years old, and her skin is in good condition. Although it is not as smooth and tender as a girl's, it is at least quite smooth.

She has a pair of beautiful green eyes, like fine emeralds, shining brightly.

Her figure is quite good. Compared with girls, she is slightly plump, especially the part below the neckline, which is intriguing.

Her legs were long and straight, with graceful curves. No matter from which angle you look at it, this is a woman with a mature charm.

It happens to be the season for picking.

but!

Such an invitation was actually issued to a strange man whom he had known for less than a day. This woman is either in love or has other plans.

And no matter which one, I will not be fooled!

The corners of Sifa's mouth naturally turned up, and he put on a polite smile that killed me: "I'm sorry, ma'am. When I come back at night, I also promised to tell my eight-year-old daughter a bedtime story."

Helen smiled lightly and said: "It doesn't matter, drinking a glass of wine won't delay much time. Even if you do something special after drinking, it will take at most ten minutes, and you won't be delayed telling stories to your children."

Are all women in this world so open?

Now I kind of understand the emperor's mood, but I don't have time to do the same thing with the emperor, after all, the end may be in the near future.

In addition, what ten minutes, who are you looking down on!

Xifa coughed dryly: "Ma'am, let's focus on our work. I already have a plan, specifically like this."

A day passes quickly.

When the street lights came on, a rented carriage stopped in front of Helen's house. The door opened, and a woman in a long black dress and a gauze hat inlaid with ribbons got into the compartment.

Afterwards, the groom in charge of driving and the assistant wearing a top hat and carrying a briefcase sat side by side.

It is the demeanor of every gentleman not to be alone with unmarried women. Therefore, although the space in the front room is limited, the groom still squeezes together with the assistant without complaint.

Soon the carriage left Green Emerald Street, it headed for the southern district of Tingen, went around the city, and came to a relatively cold path.

When he stepped onto this quiet path with almost no pedestrians, suddenly, the groom saw some sundries piled up in front of the path, blocking the way.

Just when he was about to turn to find another way out, and when the carriage slowed down because of this, the door of a townhouse on the left side of the path suddenly opened, and a figure walked out of the dark door.

He was wearing a dark long coat with a vest and shirt, a wide-brimmed hat, and a red scarf. The man with profound features and gloomy eyes raised his arms.

In his hand, a brass revolver fired at the car, shot after shot, shattering the windows and blasting the car into splinters as the man approached.

The horse was frightened and neighed, and the man stood up, causing the groom and assistant in the front seat to fall down screaming.

When the man shook out the cylinder and filled it with bullets, the frightened horses pulled the carriage into the lamppost, and the whole carriage rolled over on the ground.

Seeing this, a cruel smile appeared on Belluk's face.

He was a killer, a professional killer, and he had never missed a shot in his career.

He believes today is no exception.

After all, what the employer wanted to kill was a businesswoman, a woman. To him, it was no different from slaughtering a hen.

He walked up with aplomb, confident of getting out before the police arrived, but before that, he needed to make sure the target was dead.

Moreover, it is best to bring back an item on the target so that it can be handed over to the employer.

He jumped into the carriage, and fired a few more shots at will, and then opened the deformed carriage door, hoping to see the scene of the target's death.

but.

There was nothing in the compartment.

"Is this the so-called killer? You don't even need to confirm whether the target is in the car, and you launch an attack rashly. I really feel sad for your teacher. Teaching a student like you should be regarded as a stain in your career, right?"

"Oh, by the way, you may not have a teacher, then I can understand how you would act in such a reckless and stupid way."

Standing on the carriage, Bei Luke was stunned for a moment, and saw the groom pulling the cart glanced into the carriage, then faced himself with a funny expression, and said some annoying words recklessly.

I don't need a groom to comment on my major!

Also, knowing that I am a killer, you still look into the carriage, can you respect my profession!

Belluc raised his arm and responded to the groom's words with the bullets in the revolver. In his imagination, the groom would turn into a dead man in the next moment.

But the damn groom, the moment he raised his hand, he took a quick and not short step to the side, and let him miss.

Glancing at the sparks blown up by the bullets on the road, the groom looked at Bei Luke in surprise: "This is your marksmanship, are you sure you can kill people with it? Oh my god, my neighbor's eighty-year-old Your wife can beat you better."

"Damn it!"

"shut up!"

Belluc shot two more shots at the groom in succession, but they were all dodged by the opponent's prediction in advance.

"No, no, are you really a killer? You can't be a clown in a circus, right? Otherwise, how could you not even hit me, a groom?"

Belluk only felt that there were hundreds of crows croaking in his ears, and felt that the groom in front of him was extremely hateful. He was so angry that he didn't even know that the bullet was empty, and he still pulled the trigger on the groom.

It wasn't until the sound of an empty gun was heard that there was no bullet fired in the muzzle. When he saw the hateful smile on the groom's face, Beruk directly threw the revolver at the opponent, then pulled out a dagger from his leather boots, He jumped up with red eyes.

At this moment, Beruk saw that the groom who was avoiding the revolver had an extra golden revolver in his hand when he turned towards him again.

How could he have a gun in his hand?

He is not a groom!

As soon as this thought occurred to Belluk, he saw the flame flickering from the muzzle of the revolver, and then the dagger in his hand flew out.

In the second shot, he took a bullet to the knee and fell, sliding towards the groom.

One foot landed on the shoulder of Beruk who slid over. When he raised his head, he saw the golden muzzle pointing at himself.

The groom smiled and said, "This is called marksmanship. Do you want to learn it? But I won't teach you."

At this moment, Belluk was so angry that he was about to faint.

9:30 p.m.

Xifa sent Helen to the door of the house and successfully completed the day's protection work.

Helen, who was dressed in neutral, leaned against the door of the house, and looked at the man dressed as a groom with a bit of laziness: "Are you really not coming in for a drink? Tonight, I am so grateful to you."

Cifer smiled politely and responded, "You've already paid for your protection tonight, so you don't need to thank me for anything."

"It's getting late, go to bed early, I believe the police will get the employer's information from the killer."

"Therefore, you shall have no further trouble."

"Good night, ma'am."

Without giving Helen a chance to stay, Xifa turned and left, and quickly disappeared at the intersection.

Helen Zhengzheng looked at the direction in which Xifa was leaving, and sighed softly: "You haven't told me your name yet?"

After thinking about it, let me talk about it.

This "Helen" is not seducing the protagonist for no reason. Although there are already hints in the text, I am worried that the hints are not obvious enough.

In order to fit the original work, such a bloody plot will not appear. Although there will be a little spoiler here, let’s talk about it.