The next day, Leon taught Wang Ke a lesson in a basement training ground.
"Hey, I said! Can you not slap my face?" Wang Ke raised his arms to block Leon's punch. He felt his hands go numb and took two steps back.
Wang Ke was in a sorry state. Her white shirt was covered in stains, and the left eye of her face was bruised.
Leon, who had taken off his coat and cloak, had strong and explosive muscles under his seemingly thin body.
" Your awareness is good, and your physical fitness is good, but your reaction is too slow." Leon moved his body and got into a fighting stance again.
Then, he threw himself at Wang Ke. He threw straight punches, left and right hooks, and kicks. In terms of combat, Wang Ke was indeed no match for Leon. Leon easily blocked or dodged Wang Ke's counterattacks, which made him very depressed.
Alright, he hadn't trained much in combat over the years, but he was beaten up by an uncle who was ten or twenty years older than him. Wang Ke felt a little aggrieved.
" We're killers, aren't we? I think we should practice our marksmanship." Wang Ke's counterattack missed again after another punch. He said helplessly. Wang Ke was very confident in his marksmanship, even if he hadn't eaten the NZT-48 yet.
"Within two meters, I can stop your bullets from shooting out of the gun!”Leon paused for a moment, then he swung his fist at Wang Ke again.
"Don't hit my face!"
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At night, Wang Ke dragged her exhausted body and bruised face along the streets of New York with Leon. Wang Ke was holding a pot of green plants in her arms. These were Leon's favorite flowers. Leon was holding a lot of things in his arms: milk, sausages, and bread.
Wang Ke was depressed today, but she was also happy because if she took off Leon's glasses now, she would find his bruised right eye socket. However, Wang Ke gave up the idea of courting death.
"Did you train like this in the past?”Holding the pot of plants that looked very energetic with both hands, Wang Ke felt a little toothache.
Leon looked at Wang Ke and nodded.
" It's really miserable." Wang Ke touched his cheek, which was swollen from the beating.
"I have a new job tomorrow. Do you want to go together?"
Leon's words stunned Wang Ke. After hesitating for a while, Wang Ke nodded.
"How about the remuneration?" Wang Ke suddenly looked at Leon as if he was thinking about something.
"I'll treat it as you paying rent."
Wang Ke was stunned and speechless. He didn't expect Leon to have such a black-bellied side.
" Alright, I'll sleep, eat, and drink your own food." Wang Ke held the flower pot and followed Leon into the apartment building.
The next morning, Wang Ke was woken up by Leon. She yawned when she saw that Leon had finished tidying up.
" So early?" Wang Ke got out of bed and rubbed her eyes as she walked into the bathroom.
" It's already seven o'clock." Leon took a sip of milk and sat on the sofa.
" Aren't we supposed to take action at night?" After washing up, Wang Ke changed into a black suit, a white shirt, and a red tie.
" I can see it clearly during the day." Leon glanced at Wang Ke's outfit, resisted the urge to kick him, and drank the milk in one gulp.
" Alright, alright." Wang Ke shrugged, picked up two pistols, and put them on his waist. Then, he finished the milk that Leon had prepared for him.
" Bring George with you," Leon said to Wang Ke as he opened the door and walked out.
Wang Ke's mouth twitched. Leon had named his beloved potted plant George, and he would bring his beloved potted plant with him wherever he went.
"I think your George will be a problem!”Wang Ke complained, but she still picked up the potted plant and followed Leon out of the house.
The target was a wealthy businessman named Elman Barbauli. Because he owed a sum of money and was unwilling to pay it, someone wanted his life. Moreover, his business was not clean, so Wang Ke planned to go and take a look.
Elman Barbauli lived in a villa area in Queens. Leon and Wang Ke avoided the sight of the pedestrians, climbed over the fence, and entered the backyard of Elman Barbauli's house. Leon took out a small wire and poked the back door of his house, successfully opening the door.
" What an amazing modus operandi," Wang Ke complained weakly, then gently closed the door.
Elman Barbauli lived alone. His nanny would only come over at around nine o'clock, and it was only half past eight. Elman Barbauli should be out for a morning jog. Of course, that was what Leon said.
"So we're just sitting here and waiting?" Wang Ke, who was carrying George, looked at Leon, who was sitting quietly on the sofa in the living room, and asked helplessly.
" He'll be back soon." Leon sat on the sofa, not in a hurry. Wang Ke shrugged, put George on the coffee table, and walked around the living room.
After walking around for a while, Wang Ke felt a little bored, but he also saw something interesting. There was an oil painting hanging on the wall of the living room. It was a woman. Of course, she was not wearing any clothes. However, from Wang Ke's aesthetic point of view, this woman's face was too ugly to be painted at night.
" Aren't you afraid of having nightmares at night by hanging such an ugly portrait?" Wang Ke turned his head and was a little speechless. Perhaps this was the reason why he didn't understand art.
After a while, Wang Ke saw a fat middle-aged white man slowly walking toward the house through the glass. Wang Ke looked at him for a while and confirmed that it was the person she saw in the photo this morning. Just as she was about to turn around, she realized that Leon, who was sitting on the sofa, had disappeared, but George, who was sitting at the table, was still there.
Wang Ke looked around and didn't see where Leon was hiding. He shrugged and retreated into the dark.
Elman Barbauli was sweating as he walked into his courtyard. He did not know that there were two Death Gods waiting for him at home.
He opened the door and walked to the bathroom. He planned to take a shower. The morning run was too tiring for him.
As soon as he opened the door, a pistol was pointed at the back of his head.
"Who is it?" Emon Barbauli was shocked. He did not dare to move and asked subconsciously.
"Do you have any last words?" Leon was a professional killer, but he had a habit of asking people if they had any last words.
"Go to hell!" Elman Barbauli suddenly bowed. Just as he was about to dodge the muzzle and counterattack, a soft sound with a silencer rang out. A bullet penetrated the back of his head.
" I've received your last words," Leon muttered to himself as he kept his gun. Then, he looked at Wang Ke.
Wang Ke was speechless. This guy was definitely two-faced!
P.S. Thank you Old Wang Not Surnamed Wang for your tips!
Newbie's new book, average ability, limited standard. Please forgive me. I've received Old Wang's suggestion. I'll take a look at Magithieves first and make arrangements. Please look forward to it.
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