The moon is dark and the wind is high.

On a dimly lit street corner somewhere, a nondescript pickup truck was parked quietly.

In the car, Tan Chong lit a cigarette and tasted it quietly.

It stands to reason that at his age, there is no need to live this life of licking blood from the knife edge.

After more than 20 years in the killer industry, he is still alive, and he can already prove his ability.

Codenamed Dark Leopard on the dark web, he hasn't done it for two years.

One is that no one can afford to ask him to help,

The second is that there is no one worthy of his shot.

To be a killer, you need absolute calm, sanity, and composure.

Tan Chong has these qualities perfectly.

As the existence of the top ten on the killer list, Tan Chong's subordinates raised a group of "moths" to deal with things that were not very visible.

But the incident the day before yesterday, he really had to go out in person.

Without him, the people who invite him are too big.

The behind-the-scenes boss who controls countless forces in the southwest underground circle has heard that his background is extremely special and he can rise to the head of the country.

For this person, even if Tan Chong is disdainful in his heart, he still needs to give a certain amount of respect.

The killer is also a human being, and he also needs someone to serve him and provide all kinds of convenient facilities.

As a top killer, Tan Chong is confident that he has erased his traces.

He had inspected the warehouse inside and out, and he was very careful, leaving absolutely nothing behind that would reveal his identity.

It's a professional habit.

Only if it is fine enough, can it be done for a long time.

But Tan Chong never imagined that the pinhole camera would be hidden in such a place.

Brother Tiger's clothes are in the buttons.

Normally, to spy on a person, you should place him where the camera can photograph him.

Brother Tiger is the one who is locked up, and the camera is obviously to monitor himself, so it must not be on him.

Moreover, Zhou Fan also deliberately put three other cameras in the room, and "told" Tan Chong in a grand manner, your conjecture is right.

If not a single camera is found, maybe Tan Chong will be suspicious and will search more carefully, maybe he will find Brother Hu.

But Zhou Fan deliberately set up a few cameras that could be found by him, but they were not so easy to find, and completed the "reward" mechanism for Tan Chong from a psychological point of view, satisfying his conjecture, thus making him relax a little.

Now Tan Chong is like countless ordinary middle-aged men, after a hard day's work, in the dead of night, quietly sitting in his car, enjoying the tranquility of the night, and keeping the last peace in his heart alone.

That's it!

A hand, caught off guard, appeared out of his car window!

"Bang!"

Tan Chong's heart was beating suddenly, and since he entered the killer industry, he had the experience of crossing shoulders with death three times.

In the most thrilling time, the sharp knife that seemed to merge with the night had stabbed him in the back, and it was only a minute away from tearing his entire back.

But he was stunned by his amazing intuition and agility, and dangerously drove the sharp knife, making it deviate by one point, allowing him to seize the opportunity to kill the killer who did not expect that Tan Chong, who was already a dead man, to fight back.

But this time, it's far more thrilling than the last three times!

This ruthless iron hand didn't care about the sharp glass stubble, and the five fingers were like five drill bits, and the wind whistled on Tan Chong's face, making him smell a smell.

That's what he had spent countless nights intoxicating, obsessed, and crazy about, dedicating his life to ......

The Smell of Death!

In Tan Chong's body, adrenaline was secreted rapidly, and streams of heat were surging rapidly, his heart rate instantly exceeded 160, and his brain was rotating at a high speed of more than 7,200 revolutions.

However, in the face of this emotionless hand that covered all his sight as if covering the sky and the sun, Tan Chong sadly found that he could not avoid it!

Fear, an unspeakable fear rose from the bottom of his heart.

How long has it been since this sentiment? Tan Chong himself can't remember.

To be a killer, you need to be extremely calm, emotions like fear, worry, and fear, which are not needed at all.

Before today, Tan Chong also thought that he had perfectly gotten rid of the emotions that only these mediocre people would have.

But when the god of death really appeared, when the smell of decay poured from the tip of his nose into his brain, Tan Chong found that he was not a so-called god.

He is still human, still flesh and blood, an ordinary person who will panic, who will be afraid, who will be afraid.

"No !!!"

Tan Chong bit his tongue, the pain was intense, and the smell of blood exploded in his mouth, waking up his mind slightly.

Tan Chong was originally sitting in the driver's seat, but at this time, all the strength of his body was poured into his left leg and he kicked the door fiercely.

When the car door couldn't stand this huge force, an astonishing footprint appeared and opened outward, with the help of this reaction force, Tan Chong's whole person turned into a black shadow, as if he was the most agile cheetah, and flew out of the other side of the car window with a "swish".

He didn't have any illusions that this kick could kick the terrifying figure outside the car door away, and the character who could give him such a strong sense of oppression must be someone with a very high reputation on the dark web, maybe it was the perverts who were ranked above him.

How could such a person not be able to dodge this blow from his haste?

Tan Chong only hoped that he could get to the place where the tools were hidden as soon as possible, so that he could have more certainty and escape from this person's hands.

Yes, he no longer has the slightest idea of resisting in his heart, and he can only escape.

Run, run, run!

Tan Chong turned into a black shadow moving at high speed at this time, shuttling and flickering through the streets and alleys.

In a few breaths, he was already hundreds of meters away from the location of the attack just now.

As an experienced killer, Tan Chong is naturally no stranger to this process of hunting and being hunted.

He made full use of his surroundings, taking advantage of the dim moonlight, the labyrinthine community, to cover his tracks lightly and carefully.

In the process of escaping, Tan Chong gradually calmed down.

Years of killing experience made him feel like water at this moment, adjusting his state to the peak little by little, moving the body that was already old but still fascinated countless rich women, and adjusted his metabolism to the most suitable state.

Like a dancer in the dark, he passed through the shadows lightly and discreetly, even though he was over forty years old, he still lived up to the name of the dark leopard. If this exquisite skill can be revealed on the surface, it is indispensable to be called a "master".

It's just that several minutes have passed since the raid just now, and Tan Chong's ears are only the sound of the wind whistling by, and other than that, there is no other movement.

It seems that the blood-pumping and out-of-body scene just now is just his hallucination, but in fact it is still quiet and harmonious.

But Tan Chong knows deeply that no, absolutely not.

A huge black shadow was still shrouded in his heart, and the heavy feeling of depression made Tan Chong's breathing become slightly short.

He had once played the role of a hunter, but now that his identities were reversed, he finally realized how difficult it was to be on guard against flashes of light that might appear in the endless darkness around him.

In the extremely fast running, Tan Chong's physical energy was constantly consumed, and his tense mind was even more dizzy at this time.

Tan Chong knew that he was old after all.

No matter how he exercises and maintains his physical fitness on weekdays, how he uses his rich experience to reduce energy loss, the years are not forgiving, he is forty years old this year.

Facing the enemy who seemed to have an iron will and hid in the shadows, Tan Chong had to be careful not to lose his incomparably precious life in such an unknown place.

For Tan Chong, he has already thought about his life in his later years, which can be in Las Vegas, singing day and night, and feeling the life of a drunken gold fan. Or maybe in Hawaii, in Bali, in the Maldives, breathing in the sea breeze and basking in the sun.

In short, it is never in such a posture as now, by an inexplicable person, in an inexplicable way, to die in such an inexplicable place.

Run, run, run!

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