Dubai was a modern metropolis. Rich people gathered here and luxury cars were everywhere.
On the side of the street, a convertible sports car suddenly began to slow down.
The driver, who was wearing sunglasses, noticed the beauty waiting for a taxi on the side of the road. He deliberately stopped and asked if she needed a ride.
"Is it too much of a bother? I want to go to the airport. "The beauty smiled.
The driver was startled. He noticed that the beauty was carrying a bag. It was very likely that she really wanted to leave after the trip.
But he still smiled and said, "It's okay. I'm going the same way. Get in the car."
With that, he reached out and picked up a teddy bear from the passenger seat. He casually stuffed it into a corner to make room for the beauty.
"Please!"
The beauty smiled and went to open the door.
Neither of them noticed that there was actually someone in the front passenger seat.
An assassin in a white robe seemed to have been sitting in the passenger seat since a long time ago.
The assassin's ten fingers were crossed. He had been sitting there for a while.
The driver thought that there was no one in the passenger seat. He put the teddy bear on the assassin's thigh. He didn't even realize it and thought that he put it on the seat.
He completely ignored the presence of the assassin sitting next to him.
The assassin sat in the car and also ignored him. Only when the driver took the teddy bear from the assassin's thigh in order to pick up the beauty did the assassin glance at him.
"Pa …" The beauty opened the door.
The assassin sighed. He did a backflip and lightly landed on the back cover of the sports car.
The sports car only had two seats. If the beauty got in, he would have no place to sit.
A man and a woman were driving a convertible in front, talking and laughing. They didn't know that there was an assassin sitting cross-legged behind them, staring at them in a daze …
Suddenly, the assassin seemed to find that they were not going the same way. After the sports car turned a corner, he suddenly got up and jumped a few meters to a house on the side of the road.
His hands firmly grasped the edge of the window. Like a dexterous gecko, he lightly climbed up.
In this regard, no one on the side of the road noticed. It seemed that no one saw someone climbing a building in public.
The assassin climbed up to the fifteenth floor in one breath and went through an open window.
There was an ear-piercing sound in the room. A fat otaku was controlling the controller and fighting with someone on the battlefield.
The white-clothed assassin passed right in front of him, blocking the screen for a while, but the fat otaku didn't care.
Instead, because the battle was too intense, the screen was blocked for half a second, causing him to die. He complained loudly, "Why did someone suddenly appear?!" When did he get in here!
He was talking about the situation in the game. He was aiming his gun at the window, and an enemy came in through the window. He didn't see it until the enemy shot at him. Naturally, he was killed.
The fat otaku thought that the machine had jammed and missed the opportunity to shoot.
He would never have thought that at that moment, an assassin in white had passed by the television and blocked a few frames of the screen.
His teammate complained, "How did you set up your gun! He could even be killed like this! How can you be such a noob! "
Fat Otaku mumbled, "It's just a delay. What does it have to do with me?"
"Your internet connection is so good. How could you be stuck? It's because you're slow to react! "
"You're the one who's slow!"
The assassin didn't look back at the quarrel in the room. He silently opened the door and left.
He jumped down from the balcony on the other side of the fat otaku's house. Like an eagle, he glided into the park on the opposite side.
Although there was no air wall, the assassin had his own unique technique of descending slowly from high altitude. They only needed to make some small designs on their white robes, and they could simply soar like gliding wings.
When they landed, they needed a soft cushion to cushion the landing. They had the skills to disperse the force.
This cushion could be a haystack, a lush tree, or a flower bed. It could even be a passerby.
However, the passerby would suffer a huge impact. Assassins usually used this method to jump and kill.
At this moment, the assassin slid onto a tree in the park on the opposite side. Suddenly, countless branches and leaves fell.
A couple was talking under the tree. Suddenly, they were drenched in branches and leaves. They hurriedly looked up in fright.
However, they didn't see anything except the swaying branches.
The assassin had already left this place. He nimbly shuttled through the woods. For any obstacles, he nimbly jumped over them with a front somersault, or used one arm to support himself.
Two people stopped to talk at the intersection. They blocked the road. The assassin jumped over their heads, passed through the park, and came to the main street.
He mixed in with the crowd. After walking out of two streets, he entered an alley. After several turns, he came to a small courtyard.
In the courtyard, a child was sitting on the grass playing with blocks. He had already built a castle.
The assassin frowned. He squatted in front of the pile of blocks as if he was looking for something.
Soon, he stretched out his hand, pulled out the bottom one, and put it in his pocket.
"Crash!" The building blocks collapsed in an instant. The child was stunned for a moment before he burst into tears.
"My castle fell!" The child turned his head and cried for his parents. Hearing the movement in the house, the assassin's hands moved like lightning! In a second, the building blocks were restored. However, because an important block was missing, the castle's style was slightly different.
A woman ran out of the house and coaxed the child. "Isn't the castle in good condition?"
The child turned his head and stared at the castle that was built better than his own. He was speechless.
At this time, the assassin had already left. After he climbed over the wall, he took apart the block he took with him and took out a pill.
This was the antidote. The assassin had already prepared it. Once he successfully evacuated, he would come here to take it and cure the poison in his body.
Regardless of whether he took it or put it, it was hidden so well that even the family didn't know.
This white-clothed assassin, after curing the poison, continued to walk through the house.
When he passed through a certain floor of an apartment, he saw two people being intimate in the bedroom through the window. Decadent sounds entered his ears.
Regarding this, he directly ignored them.
While he was at it, he pulled the curtains shut and walked past the two naked people.
However, this time, he didn't go out from the window on the other side. Instead, he directly opened the door and left.
He walked down the stairs to the basement. After waiting for a while, a young man whistled and came to the underground parking lot to drive a car. He also followed, and once again followed.
His whereabouts were extremely erratic. Not to mention stealthy, even if he wasn't stealthy, it was still difficult to track him down.
Repeatedly, he walked through streets and alleys, passed countless private houses, and occasionally hitched a ride. He had already crossed more than half of the city.
Before he knew it, he had arrived at a mansion.
This mansion was magnificent and had a wide view. There was also a garden and a swimming pool.
This wasn't an assassin's property, but a stranger's property. As long as there was a mission, he would find an empty house nearby as a base. Apart from the headquarters, they never had a fixed base.
The owner of this mansion had left the country, leaving only two dogs to look after the house. For an assassin, this place was like an ownerless land.
He climbed over the wall and entered. Immediately, the two people in the garden looked at him.
"Aaron, my brother, you're back. Where are the others?" an elder said.
"Master, except for Haim, all the brothers have been sacrificed. Haim was tracked by a member and evacuated separately from me. He will stall for time, and I will tell my brothers to get ready for an ambush, "the white-clothed assassin said.
The elder immediately stood up and entered the house with the other person. They were changing their outfits and putting on their equipment.
He was wearing a purple robe, completely in the style of an assassin. The other person was wearing a white robe, just like Aaron.
"Aaron, are you sure you're not being followed?" the elder asked.
Aaron smiled and said, "I'm sure. As long as someone follows me for more than a minute within two hundred meters, I'll have the eagle pay attention. During this time, I deliberately stopped at many places to lure them, but I didn't find any enemies following me.
"Apart from that, I've also used twenty different methods to verify that no one is following me. Unless the stalker is blind, he will give himself away. And how can a blind person follow me? "
The elder nodded and said, "I'll go to the cemetery now. You can rest here."
"No need. I'm not injured. I'm in good condition," Aaron said.
At this time, the other white-clothed assassin reported, "The two members in the palace disappeared three minutes ago."
"It's the same old trick. By the time they arrived, the stalker was already dead. Inform Haim's eagle and have him lead them here. Aaron, just stand there, "the elder said.
After saying that, the purple-robed master directly pressed his hand on Aaron's body.
Aaron instantly turned into a telephone pole and stood on the roadside outside the wall.
The other white-clothed assassin turned into a stone stag statue and stood in the garden.
The old man squatted at the entrance of the villa and slapped his head. His head turned into a hard marble floor and he laid it on the ground.
The living assassins formed a marble floor from the mansion to the iron gate of the wall. There were no signs of life.
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