CHAPTER 4: THE KILLER HAS TO BE EFFECTIVE

Even though I threw myself on the bed, I wasn't really tired.

I guess it's the effect of cultivation, although I really don't find any other changes.

Tomorrow's homework is another officer, if only I could blow it up ...

In fact it is not impossible to make gunpowder, so I ran out of the room and arrived at the market when I returned I got to work while I gave an apologetic look at number 2 for the smell, after testing its effect it almost burned the table, well It came out better than I expected finally with some conscience I took some in a jar and handed it to number 2.

The boy looked at me weakly and closed his eyes again.

I don't know if there is a God in this world who enjoys my works with pleasure, but the officer actually had a wine cellar, after watering some, the message actually reached him and he decided to go see what happened for himself.

With a needle I pressed the crossbow with a burning arrow to the other side and what followed next was a nice big explosion.

After this mission it was like opening a new world; I already had a little wealth so I started creating my own weapons; number 2 also helped a lot; this guy has a talent for turning anything into a lethal weapon.

This development gave us time to catch up, although my thinking speed has increased over the last few months, the rest of my body does not necessarily catch up, I decided to start cultivating my internal organs along with my brain; Although it left me almost unconscious for the first few days, I was somehow able to carry it.

But I realized that number 2 was going through the same thing, and I understood that we probably reached the same conclusion; I finally started paying more attention to it.

It can be said that we were each other's guinea pigs, while wondering which of the two would explode first I received a task, he would probably die this time I thought.

When I realized number 2 he got up, put on the mask and took the order from my hand and left.

It didn't really take 2 hours and the guy came back into the room and passed out.

I dragged him to his bed in an act of good will, do not say thank you, because I understand perfectly that he is using me in the same way that I use him.

After that day number 2 and I occasionally exchanged tasks, he was good at close-up killings and I, I tried not to be there when the victim died.