331: Miss Mo, I Said I'd Take Care Of You (4)

Miss Mo, I Said I'd Take Care Of You (4)

"Do you think he loves you now? Sure, I'll show you that you're wrong!"0

"Go ahead and pull all your tricks on me. I'll entertain you to the very end."

…

A faint sound filled the air in the dark and gloomy night.

The city was no longer bustling at this moment and it was just like a lonely and empty city. Under the darkness, two figures soon appeared out of the yard in an unbelievable manner. They were in the blind spot of the surveillance cameras and were incredibly swift and nimble.

They managed to evade the patrolling officers nimbly and managed to accurately locate their targets using the radar and GPS devices.

In the luxurious mansion that was brightly lit, the big and burly patrolling guards all looked menacing and stern, equipped with a Walter PPK. They were standing in twos and would frequently shuffle their positions.

Every corner of the villa was safely guarded.

The two figures were in perfect coordination. They escaped the bodyguards detection and aimed the silencer at the temple of their target, before shooting a lethal bullet.

A bodyguard was put down silently and the two figures arrived at the master bedroom. "Ka-cha… "

The door was opened and the doorknob was twisted with a faint sound.

"Who's that!?!" Two tall and burly men rushed out of the master bedroom and aimed their guns at the door.

"Someone who wants to take your life," said an alluring male voice. The menacing-looking man was soon shot in the forehead.

Boom! He fell backwards and died while keeping his eyes open.

The sound alarmed everyone in the bedroom and a Russian man sprung up from his bed, stood up and grabbed his pistol that was sitting on the bedside cabinet. He barked, "Who's this!?!"

"The reaper," said a slender figure who kicked away the bodies of two buff men who were laying on the ground and strode in.

The middle-aged man widened his eyes in shock and aimed his pistol at the man. "Are you K?"

The man was not at all afraid of the gun that was being aimed at his chest as he continuously approached him.

The middle-aged man took a few steps back and barked, "Why are you trying to kill me? Who instructed you to come? I'll offer you ten times what you want. Let go of me!"

"Who instigated me? Good question." The man chuckled and an icy cold gaze formed in his eyes. He held onto the pistol with his slender fingers and spun around the room before aiming it at the man's forehead.

"It's a pity that I can't answer you. Go to hell to find your answers."

"No… "

"Bang… "

"Bang… !"

The two of them fired at the same time. The middle-aged man's pupil popped up and he dropped his pistol while blood spurt out of his forehead.

"One, two, three… " the woman said coldly and nonchalantly.

As soon as she finished speaking, the middle-aged man fell onto the ground and could no longer get up.

The sounds of the gunshots alarmed everyone in the house and the alarms began to go off. The sounds of several footsteps shuffling down the stairs could be heard.

Catherine smirked and said, "Kristen, you've gotten worse. You took two minutes to kill your target."

The handsome man smiled and said, "Catherine, now is not the time to discuss this. Running away is more important."

After that, the two of them turned over and exited the house before disappearing into the dark like phantoms.

…

Upon returning to their apartment in the bustling district of London, Kristen changed into his casual clothes and sat by the bar, resting his head on his hands. He then slowly swirled the glass of wine in his hands.

Catherine walked out of the bathroom and made her way to the bar top to pour herself a glass of brandy. "Are you in a foul mood?"

Kristen expressed assent and stared at her with his eyes glassed over. "Catherine, do you know how to make sweet and sour fish?"

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