"Qin Lang, that's a good idea. Right now, Ye Zhongjun is about to go crazy. However, when do you plan to kill him? In any case, he's already half crazy. Even if he does something 'crazy', no one will suspect you."
Downstairs in the hospital building, Tang San asked Qin Lang. He also reminded Qin Lang that the real-time information service provided by Tangmen was only available for twenty-four hours. If he exceeded this time limit, he would have to pay extra.
"Kill him?" Qin Lang gave a pretentious answer. "Ye Zhongjun is already dead. If I kill him, wouldn't it be superfluous?"
"Already dead?" Tang San was stunned at first, and then he suddenly understood Qin Lang's idea. With Ye Zhongjun's current situation, he was afraid that the doctors would soon completely turn him into a madman. At that time, Ye Zhongjun's life must be worse than death. After understanding the meaning of this sentence, Tang San couldn't help but say, "Qin Lang, please don't be so hipster, okay?"
"I'm just pretending to be cool, that's all!" Qin Lang chuckled. "The task should be completed. Next, it's up to these doctors to make trouble. However, I believe that there will be one more member in the madhouse soon. "
"That can't be. Although this kid may be driven crazy by the doctors, it should take a relatively long time, right?" Tang San seemed to disagree with Qin Lang's point of view.
"Since I'm making a move, the process will of course be very short." Qin Lang smiled faintly and said confidently, "You just wait and see. Ye Zhongjun will soon go crazy."
Tang San watched the video on his mobile phone. Sure enough, Ye Zhongjun, who had just fallen into a coma, suddenly sat up on the bed like a zombie. Then, he let out a creepy laugh. The nurse who was watching TV was awakened by the laughter, and then she saw an inexplicable scene.
Ye Zhongjun had actually bitten off one of his fingers with his mouth, and was currently chewing on it with relish.
Although the younger sister was used to seeing a lot of bloody scenes in the hospital, they were all scenes of doctors performing surgeries on patients. This was the first time she had seen someone bite off his own finger and eat it with such relish!
Seeing that the nurse's sister was almost paralyzed in the ward, Tang San moved his gaze away from the phone, because he was already convinced that Ye Zhongjun was really "crazy", and would never get better.
This was an extremely reasonable "accident." Qin Lang successfully completed the task. Although there were some twists and turns along the way, the result was better than the previous plan.
"Qin Lang, I have to admit that you do have the talent to be a professional killer." After leaving the hospital, Tang San couldn't help but let out a sigh.
"Regarding this point, I've also noticed it." Qin Lang was not modest at all. "But don't worry, I won't steal your business."
"It's best if you don't steal my business." Tang San smiled, and his laughter was a bit treacherous. "However, if you are willing to provide me with a little help, of course, it will be even better. I believe that it won't take long for me to become an A-level or even an S-level killer from a D-level killer. "
"Why? Is it difficult for an assassin to improve their level?" Qin Lang asked casually. "If you take a few more tasks and kill a few more people, won't your level increase?"
"It's not that simple!" Tang San snorted. "Do you think it's so easy to get the title of an A-level or S-level gold assassin?"
As a professional killer, even if he was only a D-level professional killer, Tang San also had the glory and pride of an assassin. Therefore, even if he knew that Qin Lang was joking, Tang San was not willing to hear Qin Lang belittle a real professional killer. Therefore, Tang San said, "If killing a lot of people makes one a professional killer, then any butcher should be a gold assassin."
"Butchers kill pigs." Qin Lang coughed and corrected Tang San's statement.
"For an assassin, killing people is no different from killing pigs. In particular, many people are actually worse than pigs. " Tang San said, "For example, some corrupt officials, people who betray their country for glory, aren't they worse than pigs and dogs?"
"It seems to make sense." Qin Lang said, "Then how can one become a real gold assassin?"
"To become a real gold assassin, not only do you know how to kill people, but you also have to be good at killing people. In other words, if you can kill people with art and personality, then you may become a real gold assassin." Tang San explained, "An assassin who only knows how to kill people casually and simply will never be able to become above A-level."
"What is the art of killing people, such as?"
"For example, just now." Tang San analyzed in a professional tone. "For example, the way you dealt with Ye Zhongjun just now has a bit of art and personality. First of all, you have to understand that this art and personality are based on professionalism. A real professional killer must first be 'professional.' The so-called professional is to be able to accurately create the process of the target's death according to the client's requirements and not leave any traces, unless the client deliberately requests it. Only after the word 'professional' could one talk about artistry and individuality. Art and personality are the unique symbols of a gold assassin. "
"Your explanation seems a bit complicated, but I get the gist of it." Qin Lang said, "To put it simply, killing people can be compared to painting. Those who draw nondescript and can't draw are non-professionals; those who draw in the right way, even if they are professionals, are professional killers like you; and those who draw with charm and leave a sense of beauty are masters who surpass professionals, which is what you mean by gold assassins, right?"
"Yes, that's more or less what I mean." Tang San agreed with Qin Lang's statement. As a member of Tangmen, killing was basically his only profession, and this profession had been in Tangmen for thousands of years. Tang San hoped that he could inherit the excellent experience of his predecessors and carry forward the profession of assassins. Now, Tang San was only a D-level assassin. Of course, there was still a long way to go before he could achieve his goal.
Of course, even though he was a D rank assassin, Tang San was still extremely proud, because even though he was a D rank assassin, for better or worse, he was still a genuine professional assassin, considered a "professional", and not that kind of so-called "taking someone's money to eliminate disaster", but once caught, selling out the employer "hothead".
However, Tang San still hoped to get Qin Lang's help.
Tang San's so-called help was hoping that Qin Lang could provide him with all kinds of strange drugs, including poisons.
"So, do you agree or not?" Tang San asked, worried that Qin Lang would not agree. After all, things like poisons were not easy to make, and some poisons were often the secrets of the user. They would not easily share them with others. This was like the ultimate skill of a martial artist. They would not easily show it to others unless it was a critical moment. Because if they showed it too much, the ultimate skill would not be so effective.
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