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Huicheng.

This is a city similar to Jiang to some extent, but completely different from it to some extent.

For those who live in this city, it is also unpredictable and unpredictable. Just as there are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand readers, if someone randomly selects a thousand people from the streets of Huicheng and asks them what the city looks like in their eyes, the answers may be different.

Huicheng is a quagmire.

People don't notice it at first, like a frog in warm water. However, when they come to their senses, they are often deeply trapped and unable to extricate themselves, even if they try their best, they cannot escape the curse left to them by this city.

Huicheng is an ogre.

There are people who work hard, not for success but to avoid trouble. But this city will not let anyone go easily, it chooses to eat people, eats them up, and at the same time looks well-dressed, like a handsome gentleman.

Huicheng is a city full of gold and opportunities.

For some people yes.

For example, F** Whiteman, a member of the killer organization "Black Sun".

The helicopter landed on the empty tarmac as if riding a hurricane. Frank came out along the gangway, the hem of the windbreaker undulating like a cloak in the hurricane rolled up by the propeller.

He took out his ringing cell phone from his inner pocket and pressed the connect button.

"It's me, Poisonous Bee." He said in a relaxed tone, "Yes, I'm in Huicheng, just got off the plane. According to what was agreed in advance, a deposit of 40 million will be given after the completion of the later... ..Don't worry, sir, you can completely trust the reputation of our 'Black Sun'."

After he finished speaking, he only waited for a few seconds, then picked up his phone and glanced at the screen to confirm the arrival message.

The corner of his mouth twitched.

That's why he and his peers love Huicheng.

For those of them who create wealth by taking human lives, this is the best choice. There are the most generous sponsors here, and every year it provides the most orders for the industry.

This is Huicheng, where people die every day. What's even more frightening is that people are used to it.

F*** is very satisfied with the efficiency of the employer: "Don't worry sir, you just ordered the most reliable service on the planet. I assure you, he is already a dead man."

The helicopter's engines had just stopped when he hung up. Another man was coming out of the cabin. He was tall and strong, and his exaggerated muscles could not be hidden by the suit and inner lining.

The strong man's name is Haig, Fred's partner and younger brother.

Land at 5:30, finish the mission by 8:00, and have to leave the city by 8:30 because there are other jobs to do at night. Their schedules are packed.

"Relax, Haig, it's going to be a very easy task," F*** said casually as he walked, "That's why I keep telling you this city is great, because you rarely get it anywhere else." Excellent value for money...”

Having said that, he flinched, and almost instinctively turned his whole body to the side. The black dart flew past his cheek with the sound of breaking through the air, leaving a light bloodstain on his face.

A bat-shaped dart.

It skimmed past Freddie's cheek and pinned to the outside of the rear helicopter cabin.

Frank's eyes quickly locked on the direction of the dart, and saw the guy who dared to sneak attack them.

a girl.

The reason why it is called a girl is actually because of the thin body and the slightly youthful figure that protrudes from the mountains. She was wrapped tightly in a black uniform, and her small head was stuffed into a bat hood with pointed ears.

A golden bat was painted on her chest, and her cloak flew behind her in the air on the tarmac.

Miss Franz narrowed her eyes and took a good look at this particular intruder.

"Ha, a bat."

As a member of the world's top killer organization "Black Sun", Franklin has naturally heard about the recent upsurge.

It seems that a group of cross-dressing lunatics in Jiangdu started the craze. Recently, similar freaks have begun to appear in many cities. A group of people, wearing masks or cloaks, dressed up as if they were Halloween, thought they were doing chivalrous work to set things right, but they were nothing more than clowns.

Black Sun's killer has always disdained these lunatics. They believed that there might be some relatively capable guys among the guys in the masks, but that was all. Those freaks can only fry fish among the unorganized and unskilled minions on the street.

But they are different. They are the best killers in the world, true professionals. F*** said last week when he was bragging in the organization that those lunatics dressed like insects and animals had better not meet him, otherwise he would definitely make those guys regret being born by their mother in this life.

I didn't expect that I just finished saying this, and it actually happened today.

"Tch, is she actually a little girl?"

F*** grunted indifferently, as if feeling a little bored.

He felt that he could see through the opponent's origin at a glance. A little girl in the youth palace who had learned some martial arts—maybe she did have a little bit of talent—randomly won a few teenage fighting awards and started to swell.

Then she was influenced by some lunatics in strange costumes in the news, and with such a strange outfit, she ran out on the streets and got involved in things that were far beyond her ability.

"They should really limit young people's access to the Internet, and look at how they are being poisoned by the Internet now."

F*** groaned, folded her arms and didn't intend to make a move.

"She's yours, Haig."

The strong man named Haig stretched his fingers, and the knuckles were cracked.

"You're very lucky. I don't like beating little girls." Haig said coldly, "So you still have time to run."

But obviously at this time he has not realized the seriousness of the problem.

The "little girl" standing in front of them at this moment is named Cassandra Cain, the third-generation Batwoman, and the number one fighting person from a world where a certain master walks everywhere.

She didn't even put on a fighting stance, but stuck out a palm from the small cloak, and made a seductive gesture to the other party, as if provoking.

Haig felt insulted.

"Okay, you asked for this."

Haig took a stance, strode forward, and punched Batgirl with a punch.

Although his attitude is contemptuous, he does not care about Hu in the slightest. His footwork, standing and holding, and moves are all professional-level. In terms of basic skills, even the top fighters in the field can't do better.

He is born with great strength and is good at perfectly integrating physical ability into his moves. In his early years, he was cruel and smashed the heads of his enemies with his bare hands many times. He was also a representative of the gangster in the killer industry. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com was once dubbed the "Bronze Hammer Hand".

Until later, when he was dying in a mission, he was rescued by Mrs. Francis. Since then, he willingly became the younger brother of Mrs. Poison Bee, and has been acting as a partner for many years.

It was only after becoming a younger brother that Haig clearly realized that he was actually more suitable to be a thug than a killer himself. His other qualities as a killer are very average, except for his natural supernatural power and his extraordinary talent in boxing. If it wasn't for his birth that made him have no choice, maybe he would choose to compete for the glory of a martial arts master in the ring instead of doing shady jobs.

Franz stood aside with folded arms and a playful face.

As a killer, Haig may only be in the middle and upper reaches, but as a thug, he is definitely a rare fighter. There are very few people who can beat him in the organization.

He doesn't know who this crazy girl dressed as a bat is, but he doesn't intend to kill either. Haig would give her a serious lesson, telling this little brat who didn't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the world the difference between her and a real master, and telling her how the little three-legged cat kung fu learned in the Youth Palace was not worth mentioning in front of the top powerhouses.

In this way, she will realize that this crazy and willful behavior will only kill herself, and she may honestly put away that ridiculous outfit and the idea of ​​secondary school, and go back to studying obediently.

Peng.

Like a speeding truck being slammed on the brakes, Haig stopped abruptly. He took a heavy punch on the right cheek, his mouth was tilted under the huge momentum, and a mouthful of old blood flew out wrapped in a broken tooth.

Batgirl stood there calmly, with only one arm protruding from under the cloak, maintaining a somewhat casual punching posture, almost mocking.

F***:?

No, what just happened?