Wedge, past life

On a stormy night, the lightning streaked across the sky like a colorful spider web. The dark hilltop villa was lonely, like a tomb shaking in the storm.

Another flash of lightning passed by, and a tall shadow reflected on the wall of the living room.

"Please, don't kill me, how much did that person give you? I'll give double! I'll give double!" There was a trembling voice begging for mercy.

The tall shadow stopped moving.

As if feeling hope, the bathrobe fat man who was tied to the five flowers and knelt on the ground raised his voice.

"One million? Two million? No no, I have more than five million in cash in my safe, take it all, take it all..."

The bathrobe fatty still struggled to twist around on the ground like an earthworm, wanting to look at the other party's expression, wanting to use his pitiful expression to ask for forgiveness.

But from the corner of his eye, he could only see a cold poker face.

It's a real poker face!

A mask in the shape of a playing card, the smooth surface dyed with a strange ace of spades!

"Poker killer?!" The bathrobe fat man's teeth trembled, he didn't dare to call out this suspicion.

This was the most mysterious and terrifying killer organization in the world. Fatty Bathrobe knew it because he had hired them before. But he spent millions, and it was just a digital card killer!

Ace of Spades, this is almost one of the top killers in the card organization, right?

More importantly, in the past two years, the legend of poker killers hunting corrupt officials has been circulating in China. For the people, it is natural to rejoice, but the corrupt officials are afraid, and no one wants this knife to fall on their heads.

Who is it? To hire such a high-level killer to kill him? The bathrobe fat man had a look of disbelief.

"I'm just a small corrupt official..." The bathrobe fat man rolled out tears without money.

"Are you finished?" A voice that was as ugly as sandpaper rubbed against the back of the poker face finally came.

"Please, spare me." The bathrobe fat man cried bitterly, and a fishy smell came from his crotch.

The person behind the poker face frowned and took a step back in disgust.

The bathrobe fatty twisted, still wanting to tremble and beg for mercy.

But the thunder outside the window roared again, and the pale electric light cut through the night, and everything came to an abrupt end.

The bathrobe fatty didn't make a sound. After a while, he fell to the ground with a bang, and the dark liquid slowly dripped out.

"So much nonsense!"

In the darkness, that frosted voice came faintly.

He finally took off his mask, revealing a face with scars. It was almost not a human face, but the outline of his face could vaguely see that this face should have been tough and handsome.

The ace of spades, like his mask, was just his code name in the organization.

But he prefers to be called Leon, the killer Leon!

Of course, Leon was not his name. As an orphan, he was collected and nurtured by the killer organization since he was a child. Leon had no idea who he was, where he came from, or where he was going...

In this world, they do not exist without names and surnames. If they die, they will probably be the same as those seniors, and their code names will be replaced.

As for the name he gave himself rather sullenly, it was probably because he liked that French movie more, right?

The person had already been killed, but Leon was not in a hurry to leave. He took out the tissue on the table next to him, carried the snowflake-like silver army thorn upside down, and wiped it carefully.

That level of delicacy seemed to be taking care of an antique with a long history, and he didn't want to leave any stains on the knife.

Of course, there was also the final ending. Leon took out a dark red card with strange lines from his hot suit pocket and gently placed it on the table.

Just as he was about to leave, Leon made a confused voice.

I saw him turn around and sweep his eyes around the table.

The cold killer pursed his lips just now, and finally couldn't help reaching out to adjust the furnishings on the table.

Two silver candlesticks were arranged symmetrically under the clean white gloves. The tissue box was removed, and the cards were placed in the center of the table, just in a triangle with the candlesticks.

This is pleasing to the eye!

There was a hint of comfort in Leon's eyes.

It was time to leave...

The wind and rain in the mountain did not stop, and the lightning and thunder seemed to initialize the mountain like a waterfall.

Just as Leon pushed open the iron door outside the villa, a chill suddenly penetrated his spine.

This is the sixth sense that has been honed after decades of struggling on the front line of life and death.

Leon retreated without hesitation, and his whole person flew away quickly like a floating leaf.

"Bang!" The iron door of the villa was torn into a twisted iron sheet under the impact of the explosion of high explosives. The cyan bricks and black soil rolled and splashed, as if it had been plowed.

Was there an ambush?

Leon, who had evacuated a step earlier, did not seem to be affected by the explosion. He silently pulled out the military thorn that had licked countless souls from the sleeve of his suit. Under the cold poker mask, there was an equally cold and ruthless face.

Who is that?

Lightning flashed by, and several black shadows appeared in the dark forest. They were also motionless, standing on the trees as if they were hanging ropes.

Leon's heart sank to the bottom.

His eyes were very good, and he saw their "faces", they were all poker masks, but not normal poker colors, but all gold-hardened ghost fires!

Criminal Hall!

If Lyon, the ace of spades, was a first-rate existence in the Poker Killer Organization, then the Criminal Hall, which controlled the power of life and death, was the most mysterious legendary existence!

It was said that those were killing machines cultivated by the organization with secret medicine. They were extremely powerful, and they were not afraid of life and death. They only knew how to kill, but they did not know human favors!

Except for a few elders, I'm afraid no one has seen them, because those who have seen them are already dead!

"Ace of Spades, killed the operator two years ago and betrayed the organization! Within two years, he used the name of the organization to commit crimes everywhere in China, which aroused the hatred of the country's government, resulting in the loss of the organization in the eyes of all branches in the country..."

The voice came from somewhere, through the rain and fog, and clearly reached Leon's ears. Leon didn't care about the various crimes, and the solemn eyes behind his mask, because the skills shown by the comer made him deeply afraid.

At least an SS-level killer!

There were very few A-grade killers in the organization. When Leon betrayed, he was already the top existence among A-grade killers. In the past two years, he has broken through to S-grade under many crises.

However, he was unable to transmit sound in the rain, which meant that at least one of the people from the Criminal Hall was stronger than him! Or more than one, even if there were very few SS-level experts...

This treatment is too beautiful, isn't it? Leon smiled bitterly.

The voice finished reading Leon's accusation, and then said, "Ace of Spades, I read that you have made great contributions to the organization in the past, and now I will give you a chance to go back with us..."

Lyon's voice sounded like sandpaper rubbing: "Come on, the Criminal Hall has made a move, has there ever been a fish that slipped through the net? Give me a chance, this joke you made is not Funny at all!"

It seemed like a joke, but Leon's tone was full of disdain, and there was a murderous intent hidden in his words.

With a "Zheng" sound, a handful of silver light poked out of Leon's sleeve like a snake, and the atmosphere suddenly became solemn.

"If you want to fight, then let's fight happily!" Leon snorted.

In his childhood, Leon crawled out of the mountain of corpses and blood in the killer training camp because of his firm belief!

Life is not given to you by others, but by yourself!

After a moment of silence, the voice came again faintly: "In that case, as you wish, kill according to your order, and leave the whole corpse..."

Immediately, the gold-quenched ghost fire killers standing on the trees all fell like fallen leaves. The cloaks on their bodies were like the wings of butterflies, jumping between the bushes, and their light skills were amazingly exquisite.

But Leon didn't care to appreciate it, because in a blink of an eye, the other party had already killed from all directions!

Without a doubt, this group of people is very strong!

Leon knew how bad it was, but he didn't despair, just expressionless, his heart was as still as water, and he suddenly waved the silver snake sword in his hand and killed in one direction.

Can't let the other party encircle!

Leon's rich fighting experience was of due value at this time. The direction he chose to break through was not the best route, but his opponent was the weakest!

"Tie!" It was just a flash, and Leon's sword light followed him, passing through the other party like a ghost.

"Pfft!" The assassin from the Criminal Hall turned back to Leon in disbelief. The blood he spat out had stained the entire mask red.

Under the reflection of the blood, the Golden Quenching Ghost Fire looked eerie and terrifying, but the eyes behind the Ghost Fire gradually lost their vitality.

However, this did not deter the other killers from the Criminal Hall. They were just a group of killing machines. They turned a blind eye to the death of their companions, and a few knives swept towards Lyon.

Leon tried his best to dodge and blocked two attacks with his silver snake sword, but his opponent's strength was really not weak. They were all S-class killers.

"Hiss!" Leon's tights were scratched, and along with the knife marks, a hole in his waist was also scratched! Immediately, the fresh blood that spurted out dyed the tights a pool of red shadows, blending with the rain.

This is the result of Leon's hard work to avoid, otherwise, he would probably be disemboweled!

After being injured, Leon seemed to have a trace of blood in his eyes. His expression was still calm, but his murderous aura became more and more fierce.

The sword light and shadow became an invisible light curtain, and the cold wind and rain seemed to be isolated outside.

Not long after, the killers of the Golden Ghost Fire dropped a few more corpses, but Leon was no better.

His mask was chopped off at an unknown time, leaving a deep bone wound on his face. His ferocious face looked even more strange against the backdrop of the bloodstains.

Not to mention, his whole body was cut bloody by the knife, and almost every piece of his skin looked like meat.

But Leon's posture was still upright, his sword was still sharp, and he was harvesting the lives of the Gold-Quenched Ghost Fire Killers one after another. Even if he was injured, it was not a pity.

There were not many Gold-Quenched Ghost Fire Killers left. It seemed that Leon saw hope.

However, in the direction he wanted to kill and escape, three shadows appeared. They were also gold-hardened ghost fires, but their aura was even more terrifying.

After seeing them appear, the other gold-hardened ghost fire killers who were chasing after them had stopped, and Leon's heart sank and he slowly stopped.

"I underestimated you." The one in the middle said faintly, "Ace of Spades, as expected of the organization's first genius in a hundred years, you have only left for two short years, and your strength is actually close to SS."

It was the voice that pronounced the charges against Lyon!

Leon's heart was full of bitterness. He didn't expect that the organization would send SS-level killers to encircle him, and to give him so much face, there were three!

I'm afraid this is already half of the organization, right?

Of course, given a period of time, Leon felt that he was not necessarily weaker than an SS-level killer, because he had already reached the threshold of SS.

It's just a pity that he doesn't have time to break through!

"Kill according to the order, kill without mercy..."

The bloodshed is back!

One level and one strength, Leon quickly felt the horror of an SS-level master.

Completely unbeatable!

Even the weakest SS-level expert among them, Leon did not have the opportunity to fight in close quarters. He was only half a step closer, and the other party waved his sleeve, and raindrops hit him like an awl.

Ten minutes later, under the pursuit of three SS-level experts, Leon's body was covered with blood holes. If not for his strong skills and ability to seal the blood vessels, he might have become a human fountain long ago!

If it wasn't for the mission two years ago, he accidentally obtained a set of movement techniques that allowed him to use the SS-level movement technique when he was at the S-level, he would have died long ago!

After all, it was a siege by three SS-level experts!

But Leon's current condition was very bad. Not only was his body completely injured, but his left arm had been chopped off just now to block the fatal blow of the sound transmission master.

"Hoo, hoo!" Leon waved the silver snake sword that was half broken in his hand, and quickly retreated while blocking, and his face that did not show his expression also revealed a miserable smile, because his heart was already desperate.

"Give up..." The voice transmission expert stopped and gave Leon a chance to breathe. He said faintly, "Why struggle, we'll leave you a whole corpse."

His tone was very calm, just like his robe that was not stained with dust or rain, he was so easy to deal with Leon!

Leon stood on the ground with his sword, raised his head with a wry smile, and his scattered bangs covered his tired eyes.

"When I was three years old, I was tricked into the camp by iron kidnappers. At the age of five, I killed La Masia, which had the highest death rate, and also killed my enemy! At the age of seven, I lived to the end in the Brazilian Amazon, and at the age of ten, I fought against tigers and wolves in Siberia..."

Leon slowly talked about his past, each of which was shocking, but this was not a special case. Everyone who came out of the killer camp had experienced similar hardships, but Leon's achievements back then were indeed a bit sturdy.

The sound transmission expert and the other two SS-level experts listened silently, they didn't start at this time.

People are kind when they are about to die. In their opinion, Leon is already a dead man, why not let him finish?

"... I think, if I wasn't so arrogant, you guys would also chase after me, right?" Leon chuckled, "The organization absolutely doesn't allow anyone to betray, so why say so many grand-sounding words?"

He received no response, perhaps acquiescing.

Leon looked up to the sky and laughed: "I don't regret betraying the organization, even if I die, I will die in the air of freedom! And you, alive, live in the shadow of the organization, one by one are the puppets of the organization, life is better than death!"

Still silent.

"Come on!" Leon had a determined face, holding the half-broken Silver Snake Sword in his hand, and was going to work hard.

"As you wish," the sound transmission expert said faintly. He took the horizontal saber handed over by his subordinates. This time, he will use his true strength to understand everything in person!

However, just when everyone thought that Leon was going to fight to the death, Leon called out, but only shot the silver snake sword in his hand, but turned around and jumped to the bottomless dark cliff.

"Humph!" The voice transmission expert's eyes became sharp, and he was also angered by Leon's change of heart. He broke Leon's silver snake sword with a knife, and flew after him.

But Lyon's movements were so exquisite that he bought himself time to jump off the cliff.

"If I don't die, I'll go back!" Leon took a deep look at the sound transmission expert chasing out from the cliff as he fell quickly.

"Want to die? No way!" The sound transmission master showed a cruel smile, and he waved his arm like a bidding gun, and the horizontal knife broke through the air.

The SS-level expert attacked with all his strength, giving Hengdao a speed comparable to that of a missile, and caught up with Leon who was in free fall in an instant.

"I won't let it go..." Leon was in no hurry to dodge in the air, the horizontal knife was inserted into his chest, and the long blade penetrated his body.

"Pfft..." Leon spat out a mist of blood.

"This time, I'm really going to die..." The knife wound was not fatal, but the hidden energy from it almost caused serious damage to Lyon's internal organs, irreversible damage.

Leon could clearly feel the loss of vitality.

Just when he felt that the world in front of him was getting darker little by little, a silver light broke through the air.

It was a bolt of lightning from the storm, but it happened to hit the horizontal knife with natural attraction...

"F * ck, I'm almost dead, and lightning struck me..." This was Leon's last consciousness.

The sound transmission killer on the cliff narrowed his eyes and saw a blazing light brought by the lightning, and then the black spot disappeared completely.

What happened?

Is there still a change?

Of course, he understood that if Leon ate his knife, he wouldn't be able to struggle for long without dying, let alone being struck by lightning and falling off the boundless cliff...

But he was not at ease, this ace of spades was too talented, and this encirclement and suppression had deeply frightened him, and he did not dare to let the other party live!

"Great Elder..." The two SS-level experts next to him respectfully asked for instructions.

"Search!" The sound transmission expert said coldly, "Go down and search the mountain for me. If you live, you will see people, and if you die, you will see corpses!"

However, they were destined not to find it.

Leon, who was struck by lightning, no longer belongs to this world!

In another parallel world, in a veteran named Yang Yi, Lyon's new story has just begun...