"Will, a senior executive of M City's drone company. 2 million upfront, 3 million after the mission is completed."
This was Shi Yu's mission this time, to assassinate a senior executive of a drone company. The letter had a short introduction.
There were also two photos of Will attached. Looking at Will in the photos, he had a pair of thick and disproportionate eyebrows, a perky nose under his shifty eyes, a face that looked like a bitter melon, and a pair of black-rimmed glasses.
The most eye-catching part was Will's belly. Round and bloated, it was like that of a woman who had been pregnant for months.
The basement Shi Yu was in was made of cement. There was also a floor where a few wooden barrels were piled. A thick layer of dust covered each barrel, and a wax lamp stood in each corner, the flames on the candle swaying unsteadily,
Shi Yu looked at the contents of the letter. There was not the slightest ripple in his eyes, as if this was something that could not be more ordinary.
He casually threw the letter into the stove in front of him, looking at the burnt letter in front of him as the picture slowly distorted under the light of the fire. The edges of the picture began to turn yellow, and sparks began to burn.
The light of the fire illuminated his face. He took out his cell phone and dialed a number. "Get the things ready. I'll be there in half an hour."He hung up the phone without giving the other person a chance to speak.
Shi Yu took out a coat from the rack at the door and put it on.
Then he went out to look at the sky. It was already night. After he went out, she called for a taxi.
It was the middle of the night, and looking at the hard-earned business deal, the driver said happily to the man, "Hey, sir, where are you going?"
Shi Yu got in the car and mentioned an address. "48 Flossie Road. Keep the change." There were still 100 dollars left, and he did not say anything.
After all, this was a big job. Along the way, the driver muttered to himself, "Today's weather is colder than yesterday. It's really hard to make money out of this weather. Nowadays, people are unwilling to go out."
As the driver spoke, he looked at Shi Yu through the rearview mirror in the car.
Coincidentally, Shi Yu raised his head, and their eyes met.
The driver was momentarily stunned. His body involuntarily shivered. He saw Shi Yu's gaze in the rearview mirror. That gaze was filled with coldness. His pupils were as deep as a black hole as if she was staring at the driver's soul. It made the driver's words get stuck in his throat.
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Time crept by.
Night gradually fell, and the cold wind blew outside the car window, sending waves of chills.
About ten minutes later, the car arrived at the designated location.
Shi Yu did not stop.
Getting out of the car, he walked directly to the target location.
In the pitch-black night, the driver looked at Shi Yu's back and shrunk his neck. Until now, it still gave him a lingering fear. He had never seen that kind of gaze, that direct, cold, and emotionless stare.
The pitch-black night was a quiet and gloomy one. With cold and howling wind outside, the big tree seemed to be waving its arms with bared fangs and claws. There appeared to be a ferocious smile on its face. The leaves of the tree rustled in the wind, like the sinister laughter of an uncle... the big black dog downstairs kept hissing and barking.
Shi Yu did not hesitate and walked into the building.
Ring-Ding-Ding!
The sound of the door opening was accompanied by the sound of a bell. This was a shop in a residential building. It was filled with all kinds of guns. The boss heard the bell and turned around.
"Welcome."
It turned out that there was another "customer" in the shop.
The customer held a cigarette in one hand and repeatedly pulled the gun's bolt with the other hand. After repeating it a few times, he threw the gun on the table. "Add another five pounds of spring," he told the boss.
The boss looked embarrassed and quickly took it to the back for processing.
However, the man and the customer only looked at each other and did not communicate much.
After the spring was installed, the customer pulled down the brim of his hat, pulled the collar of his windbreaker, and hid his face. He opened the door with the box in his hand and hurriedly disappeared outside the door.
Shi Yu asked, "Have you prepared what I want?"
Only then did the boss put on a big smile and say, "Ah, you're here. Take a seat. I thought you would be late."
As a regular customer, Shi Yu naturally put on a big smile. However, looking at his frail body, he was a person who loved money as much as his life.
Shi Yu waved his hand as though uninterested in such pleasantries. He walked to the sofa and sat down, lighting up a cigarette. The boss hurriedly took out a black handbag from under the counter and opened it to take a look. There were all kinds of guns inside—submachine guns, rifles, sniper rifles, and handguns.
The boss looked at Shi Yu, who was sitting down. He picked up the guns in the bag and began an introduction. "Take a look. These are the new batch of goods that arrived today. They are all the latest models. The recoil of this machine gun has been adjusted. Now the trajectory of the bullets is more stable. Although its penetration rate has decreased, it has good stability. It suits you perfectly."
Shi Yu frowned as if not interested in the guns that the boss was talking about. He glanced at them and said, "I still like my previous batch. Bring me the batch that I ordered."
The boss paused, then said with a smile, "Okay, okay. Then please wait for me to go and get them. Actually, the items have been prepared for a long time now. It's just that you are a regular customer of my shop, and I haven't put this new batch on the shelves yet. I wanted to show it to you first. Since you are not interested, forget it then."
Then, he took out another black bag from the cabinet. Shi Yu opened it and saw that it was indeed a batch that he was familiar with before. He nodded.
Then, the boss said, "Actually, a lot of people don't use this batch of goods. I saw that you've been using it, so I left it for you. Otherwise, I wouldn't have kept these. They're too old-fashioned." After saying that, he rubbed his fingers together and looked at Shi Yu.
Shi Yu understood what the boss meant and said, "I like stuff old-fashioned. In the future, help me keep an eye out." After saying that, he took out a round and bulging envelope from his pocket and threw it on the table.
The boss hurriedly picked up the envelope and opened it—a stack of hundred-yuan bills. He pinched his fingers and counted them.
The boss then put the money away and said, "Your generosity is appreciated. Please come again."
Shi Yu didn't want to stay any longer and left the shop with his black bag. The bell rang.
After Shi Yu left, the boss looked at Shi Yu's back and sneered, "What are you pretending for? You always buy this old garbage. Who doesn't know that you're just a cheapskate?"