简讯:天罡市游戏点区区议员张泰顺常年有保镖陪同,频繁下落不明...这些信息包括他情妇的地址.
冼云记下了,然后用火柴点燃了信息,扔进了铁管里,眼睁睁地看着火焰渐渐熄灭,化为灰烬.作为区议员,他无疑会参加区内的各种集会,但当众杀了他很容易,但很难逃脱.冼云肯定不会心甘情愿地去死.冼云抽完了一根烟,从沙发垫底下拿出他最心爱的柯尔特1911手枪.冼云感觉到枪的重量,抚摸着它,仿佛在抚摸女人的身体.但那是两种完全不同的感觉.一个是坚硬的,冰冷的,而且有诡异的光泽.另一种是柔软,温暖,纯白色的.两者都很迷人.有人曾经说过,"一个好的刺客是神经质的.娴云就是其中之一.冼云开始拆卸自己最爱的手枪,就像给美女脱衣服一样,把枪的零件放在玻璃桌上.组装,然后拆卸,然后再次组装.仙云对他们太熟悉了,比自己还要熟悉.第五次组装好后,仙云把枪放进了腋下的枪套里.然后他拨通了一个熟悉的号码."你好!"一个女人娇媚的声音传了过来."蒂娜,是我,"冼云说."哦,仙师傅,你终于想起了我.怎么了?蒂娜的声音带着一丝嘲讽."你的声音很可爱.今晚陪我怎么样?另一端没有回应;电话挂断了.冼云挂了电话,走到洗手间,看着镜子里的自己.柔软的头发,挺直的鼻子,诱人的嘴唇吸引女人.他是一个英俊而精致的男人.只有他看似有穿透力的眼睛透露出一种迷茫和残忍的感觉.十分钟后,冼云驱车前往另一个藏身处.仙云是刺客中的狡猾兔子.算上半山腰的别墅,他有四个藏身之处.就连舅舅也只知道仙云在天罡城西部的地址,以及半山腰那座公为名的别墅.不是仙云故意隐瞒的;仙秀曾教过他,他必须有两个没人知道的藏身之处,包括仙秀.这个位于天罡密墩路一栋楼的13楼.天已经黑了.当仙云喝完第一杯啤酒时,蒂娜来了.她是欧亚人,身材高大,几乎和仙云一样高.非常迷人,拥有最诱人的大眼睛和柔软丰满的嘴唇.她是该市一家英文报纸老板的女儿.她的母亲曾经是电影明星,即使年纪大了,仍然很有魅力."妮娜,"仙云笑着说."你这个混蛋!你以为我是什么?她每次见到冼云都会大发雷霆.但仙云却盯着她柔软丰满的嘴唇,看着它们动,很诱人."骂我之前先喝一杯,"娴云递给她一杯,当她伸手去拿时,娴云用另一只手将她光秃秃的光滑手拉进怀里.柔软丰满,芬芳的身体此刻在仙云的怀里.仙云吻了吻她的脸颊,感受着她光滑的皮肤在他嘴唇上的美妙触感."Ah..." She moaned softly, hiding her face from Xian Yun. Xian Yun knew she had softened.Xian Yun slid his left hand into her collar, grabbed her soft bosom, gently kneaded it, and kissed her smooth little mouth while her mouth was warm and her tongue entered Xian Yun's mouth, her skin was smooth and hot.Xian Yun was immediately excited.She noticed."You're a jerk," she whispered.Xian Yun's hand slipped into her short skirt, touching between her legs. The soft and plump mound felt a bit wet through the thin panties.Xian Yun pulled down the soft little panties, making direct contact with her juicy private part.Feeling the soft hair.Xian Yun forgot everything and made love with Tina on the bed for a long time.Her soft and keto body had already contracted rapidly.The extreme sensation made Xian Yun's strength unbearable, and Xian Yun also released.Finally, he pulled out of her body."Do you like me? Ah Yun?" Tina nestled in Xian Yun's arms like a little bird.Xian Yun lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, exhaled all the smoke, and Tina also leaned over to take a sip."Tell me!" Tina's keto body was stuck to Xian Yun's tightly. Xian Yun licked her ear."Maybe, I don't know," Xian Yun said.She used her fingers to draw something on Xian Yun's chest and didn't speak.Half an hour later, the two merged again.Tina's soft keto body wriggled slowly in Xian Yun's arms. Her soft tongue licked Xian Yun's ear, panting softly, murmuring, "I love you... I love you..."Xian Yun was too busy controlling her to notice this sentence.In the following three days, Xian Yun thoroughly investigated the surrounding environment of Zhang Taishun's mistress's residence.She lived on the 10th floor of the Tianan Building near the road.According to the information, Zhang Taishun would visit her once or twice a week.On the fourth night, approaching dawn, a slight cold wind, Xian Yun sat on the street railing in front of the Tianan Building, wearing a black leather jacket, feeling a bit cold.Xian Yun took out a Camel cigarette, shielded the wind with his hand, and lit one.After only a few puffs, three black Mercedes-Benz cars drove over the wide diagonal road and entered the Tianan Building's parking lot in a row.Xian Yun finished the cigarette, threw it away, and jumped to the ground.It was time for a break.It was said that Zhang Taishun was very lustful and quite capable.Xian Yun checked the time, 12:56.Xian Yun walked to the opposite side of the street, crossed the entrance of the Tianan Building, and everywhere was quiet; even the sound of a needle falling on the ground could be heard.Xian Yun silently walked about 100 meters along the street, then there was a right-turn alley. Xian Yun's Peugeot was parked inside.Xian Yun got into the car.First, he pulled out the Colt 1911A2 pistol from the leather holster under his armpit, removed the magazine, and checked it again.This time, he also brought an M16, just in case.Xian Yun didn't particularly like using long guns, but sometimes it was quite exciting to make people fly with the M16.Xian Yun doesn't particularly like using long guns, but there are times when shooting people with an M16 and seeing blood and flesh flying is quite thrilling. Additionally, Xian Yun carries a Beretta 92 pistol, capable of holding 15 rounds, inserting it into his waist. Then, from the back seat, he took out a pre-opened Camel, grabbed a box from inside, put it in his pocket, and took a glance at his watch. Something seems off; there's a hint of unprecedented uneasiness in Xian Yun's heart, as if something is about to happen. 2:36. It's time to set out. Xian Yun stood by the street, leaning against the cold wall, gazing at the entrance of the Tiananmen Building about 30 meters away. Xian Yun's hand rested in his lap, gripping the handle of the Colt 1911A2 pistol. This entrance can only accommodate two cars side by side. The early morning street is freezing cold. The sky is gradually brightening, but the target has not yet appeared. Meanwhile, at Xian Yun's feet, there's a pile of cigarette butts. Xian Yun is not tired at all, listening intently to the movements inside the building. It's time to come out; there's a faint sound of car engines in the parking lot, more than one. After a while, the front of a black Mercedes-Benz appeared at the entrance. Two... three cars, all exiting the entrance. Xian Yun took a deep drag of his cigarette and exhaled the burning tip. He had already rushed to the middle of the road, raised his right arm, and, with considerable speed and without aiming, a bullet called out, piercing through the body of the Mercedes-Benz. The explosion started from the fuel tank, and flames soared into the sky. Xian Yun's brain paused, leaving only his eyes and hands in motion. The first Mercedes was lifted into the air by the massive flames, flipped upside down, and fell into the middle of the road, now a burning ruin, conveniently blocking the other two cars behind it. Sparks scattered everywhere, and something was crawling and wailing in the flames. The second car braked immediately but still collided with the debris before coming to a stop. Four people got out of the third car, all holding guns; these were professional bodyguards. The two in the front, bending down while running, raised their guns towards Xian Yun. However, Xian Yun had already started shooting, and at a rapid rate, shell casings continuously fell at his feet. With his left hand, the Beretta, under Xian Yun's index finger, rapidly fired bullets. The first bullet hit the forehead of the person in front, and brain matter splattered as he heavily fell backward. The gun body in his hand trembled violently. Fifteen hot bullets all penetrated their flesh. The right side door of the Mercedes in the middle opened, and a bodyguard was behind the car door. Xian Yun's Colt pistol fired another bullet, a customized steel-core bullet that effortlessly pierced through the door, hitting the person in the chest. Flesh and blood splattered out, and he screamed in agony, collapsing under the car door.