Chapter 1781 1780 [Jiang Xia and his killers] Please vote for me (`)

Soon, Killer No. 3 took out a rope and fixed it at the vent, then silently jumped into the bedroom.

The course of action was fixed in his mind. He stood up and was about to go to the bedside to finish killing the people and then climb back to the ventilation duct along the rope. Before he could take a step, he suddenly heard a slight click above his head.

 Following this, the waist relaxed.

“?!” The killer was startled and turned around quickly, only to see that there was an extra person behind him! The man took a pair of scissors and cut off his rope very mercilessly.

 In the middle of the night, it was pitch black, and suddenly I found a figure behind me. The figure was holding a gleaming weapon in its hand... Just this simple scene, like a ghost movie, made the killer silently break out in a cold sweat.

 Fortunately, he immediately realized that he was a killer, and this was not a ghost movie. So he turned the blade with a fierce look on his face, intending to threaten the guy behind him into not making a sound.

But before he could say any threatening words, the moment he opened his mouth, the black shadow threw away the scissors, struck out like lightning, and pinched his mouth. Then he gently dragged him to the duty room outside.

ˆ Killer: “???”

 …Wait, why don’t you let me talk? This person is a bodyguard? If the bodyguard catches someone, shouldn't he call the police or alert his employer immediately? What is the purpose of secretly dragging him out?

 Why is this? This seems to be a precursor to extinction in their industry...

Countless thoughts passed through my mind. In the chaos, the killer finally struggled and was dragged out of the bedroom door.

He caught a glimpse of his colleagues huddled in the corner with bruises and swollen faces, and suddenly his heart skipped a beat: The bad premonitions had increased.

 Assassin: "…" Help, help!

 …

In the following time, Jiang Xia was lucky enough to pick up the "doctor" who pretended to hear the call bell and came for treatment, Spider-Man who hung himself from the roof to the bedroom window, and the brave rock climber who climbed up the building - without exception. Carrying a murder weapon and carrying murderous intent.

Although these are just ordinary killers who work for a fee, and the quality of their murderous intent is very average, they are just like the cheap blind boxes that cost a few dollars a piece when passing by a small shop. They play with something new and unknown.

Jiang Xia is very satisfied with tonight’s experience.

 When he knocked over the first one, he thought about calling the police. But later, as these people sent more and more people, the game was over when the police came. In the end, Jiang Xia silently put the phone back, planning to save a bunch of them and send them to the police station together.

—It’s not that I like the feeling of prey being brought to my mouth. It's just that now he is a private detective protecting his employer. Instead of alerting the enemy, it is better to fish out all the people who want to come and harvest them at once. This is dedication and responsibility for the safety of the employer.

 …

So not long after, there were a row of tied people in the room.

 Thanks to the fact that most of these old men brought their own ropes or fishing lines, Jiang Xia would not have been able to find enough ropes to contain those who had exhausted their murderous energy.

 “Who is so generous?” After playing all night, Jiang Xia had no sleepiness at all.

He ordered a piece of freshly made ghost mint to replenish his energy, while casually chatting with the ghosts: "I don't know if there will be more in the future, there are still a few hours until dawn. I hope they will seize the opportunity."

 The ghosts also enjoyed this unique game and continued to float around looking for the next killer.

Unfortunately, maybe the killers have really been used up, or maybe they saw that those in front of them never returned... Until it was getting dark, they were unable to find the next target.

 The ghosts floated back, looked at each other, and sighed regretfully with Jiang Xia.

 It doesn’t look like anyone is coming. Jiang Xia was sitting at the table counting the number of people. At this time, the bedroom door behind him opened.

President Ishimoto yawned and walked out: "I thought I couldn't sleep well last night, but I didn't expect that coward who threatened him and ran away with just one shot. It seems that I hired you for nothing..."

Halfway through the conversation, President Ishimoto suddenly froze when he saw the row of people in the corner.

Jiang Xia looked back at him and said in a complicated tone: "You never said you have so many enemies."

　　　…”

President Ishimoto rubbed his eyes, then rubbed them again to make sure he had seen correctly. He couldn't help but look suspicious of life: "...Am I so hated by people?"

Jiang Xia nodded and poured over a bowl of thick chicken soup: "But this is not a shortcoming. There are too many smooth people in this world, and we need people like you who dare to show their true temperament."

President Ishimoto was very helpful and straightened his back silently.

Then he couldn't help but glance at the eye-catching killer next to the wall.

Not long after, the cold-tempered president held Jiang Xia's hand and for the first time showed an expression of admiration belonging to a client: "You are truly the most value-for-money bodyguard I have ever hired."

Jiang Xia smiled modestly: "I can't say that the bodyguard just did what a detective should do - by the way, if you have other friends who have similar troubles, just ask them to come to me. I can't stand these people who don't care about human life. Killer, leave it to me and you will definitely feel at ease."

"Definitely, definitely!" President Ishimoto always admires capable and dedicated people, and he is also very mobile. He turned around and started to operate the blog with his good hand, and began to share himself with a few friends and subordinates. The thrilling experience I had in my sleep last night.

Jiang Xia saw how he was pressing the phone with one hand, and originally wanted to go over and see what the customer praised him for.

 But at this moment, his cell phone rang suddenly.

Jiang Xia had no choice but to write down President Ishimoto’s blog, planning to read it later, and then turned around to answer the phone.

 The caller was, of course, the old man from the police station.

At this time, the voice of the Mumu Police Department was extremely serious: "We have found the hacker who shot and killed the congressman. The clothes, body shape, and face are indeed exactly the same as the man who appeared in the banquet hall yesterday."

Jiang Xia knew that this person happened to be Curacao's target: "Good news."

There was a hint of confusion in the solemn voice of the Mumu Police Department: "But what we found was a body - he died in the abandoned building where he was hiding, right in the stairwell! A homeless man passed by there this morning and found of."

"Dead?" Jiang Xia's voice came from the receiver, sounding a little shocked, "Could it be that he committed suicide out of fear of crime?"

The Mumu Police Department shook his head and sighed: "I heard from witnesses that he slipped and fell and hit his head, and he unfortunately fell to death. But the time of his death was such a coincidence... Sigh, I'm rushing over there, I'll wait for the details. Let’s talk after we get there.”

Jiang Xia said in a serious tone: "Then I'll go and have a look too."

Megure Police Department was startled: "Aren't you protecting President Ishimoto?"

 (End of this chapter)