In a small villa in North America, Jing Zhi kept refreshing the internal system of the assassin organization, looking for missions that he could take on.
He wouldn't accept simple orders. First, it didn't earn him much money, and second, it was easy to steal the jobs of the new killers in the killer organization.
The organization was now under Jing Zhi's management. Although he didn't have to do everything himself, he was more and more responsible in managing it. He also paid attention to the status of the killers inside.
He didn't need to be an actor, he didn't need to act. He could be an assassin and kill to his heart's content. Jing Zhi's fighting spirit was completely unleashed.
The virus had affected his genes, and his genes had changed his temperament.
Now, he was becoming more and more indifferent, just like the little deer in the past, and his feelings were beginning to quietly disappear.
