This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! After taking the piece of paper and glancing at it, Chiba Kao was completely in despair.

This piece of paper requires him to do only three things when speaking. Pretend to show the time on the dial unintentionally, press bullets into the magazine as usual while talking, and replace the silencer with a new one.

Hand glue.

"Let's do the first drill first"

As she spoke, Anfiya opened the camera mounted against the wall on the side of the door, "This time you can read the manuscript and do what is asked of you at the same time. Remember to use Korean with a few Japanese words in between. This time you have

Five minutes."

After saying that, she simply left the room and closed the door.

Subconsciously looking around, Chiba Kao picked up the P22 pistol and pulled the slide, then skillfully dismantled it and inspected it.

What made him unbelievable was that this pistol did not lack any parts at all, and at the same time, all the gun numbers were lost.

Subconsciously picking up a bullet, he immediately regained his consciousness, then put on his watch resignedly, and pressed bullets without propellant into the magazine according to usual habits, but with paint to distinguish them.

Read the manuscript on the table in Korean:

“Friends from all over the world, maybe you have noticed in the news the murder that occurred at Mindil Beach in Darwin Harbor, Australia. If you haven’t seen it yet, I will attach a related news link at the end of the video.

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Now, I need to explain to myself the motive for this murder.

I'm a free-spirited gunman who lives in the shadows where the sun doesn't shine. Every money I make comes from murdering every innocent person I'm bid on.

No matter he is young or old, male or female, whether he is a stickman, a recruiter, a Chinese, a Philippine monkey, or an Australian, as long as someone bids, I will find and kill him.

Like this time, I was originally hired by the couple to kill several children who shared a photo album, just as I was initially hired to kill a buyer who was trying to buy the photo album.

In the beginning, it was just a business. I admitted that I killed some of the children, but the murder of children was not the reason why I killed my employer.

The real reason was that I accidentally learned that the photo album recorded the massacre of Australian and British prisoners of war by a nuclear recruiter during the Sandakan Death March during World War II.

Yes, my employer, his father is the sergeant who was also an executioner, and that sergeant is still alive today, and his grandson has even become an independent parliamentarian in Australia.

I don’t want to debate who is the damn devil between me and the sergeant, nor am I curious about why Australia, which was also invaded by nuclear recruiters and had its surrendered soldiers massacred, allowed a descendant of the nuclear recruiter to serve as their

Members of Parliament of this country.

But as a former stick-hammer, I remember the 37 massacres carried out by nuclear-armed troops on our land during World War II, and the at least 80,000 innocent people who were kidnapped and used as comfort women by the nuclear-armed army.

woman.

I admit that I am an executioner who lives by killing people. I admit that I have killed men, women, the elderly and children. I even helped a lovelorn woman kill the husky raised by her ex-boyfriend.

I admit that I may be the same devil as Zhao Douchun, but even so, I am ashamed to cover up the crimes of an executioner who once massacred 160 prisoners of war.

As long as I am still alive in the future, I will still make a living by killing people. Maybe the next person I kill is you in front of the video. Maybe I will be killed or caught by the police in the next second.

But even so, I don't want to be Fasuisi's accomplice, let alone cover up his crimes for Fasuisi who is still alive.

At the end of the video, I will post the photo and address of the still living Fass, as well as the identity information of the Australian independent MP.

As for that photo album, I'm sorry, it's not in my hands at the moment, but for those children who are risking their lives to protect that photo album, please rest assured that I will never do anything to you again."

After reading the manuscript, Chiba Kao just replaced the silencer with dark blue hand glue, and on the manuscript paper in front of him, there were a row of five magazines filled with bullets.

Just as he was looking at these things on the table in a daze, the door covered with a thick layer of sound-absorbing cotton was pushed open by Anfiya from the outside, and in her hand, she was holding a steaming

meals.

"This is your reward. After dinner, you have ten minutes to rest, and then we will conduct the second drill." After saying that, Anfiya also took away the camera that was still working, and helped by the way.

Chiba Kao closed the door.

Stunned, Chiba Kao looked at the food on the table, then at the decorations around him, then took a long breath, slowly took off his motorcycle helmet and hood, and picked up the

With a wooden spoon, he scooped up a big mouthful of stewed beef and put it into his mouth.

In the next few days, Anfiya asked Chiba Kao to practice his heroic drama in front of the camera over and over again.

The real murderer, Wei Ran, also successfully left Australia and landed in Indonesia after a lot of twists and turns. Then, after hiding for a while, he was first pushed onto a shelf in the form of goods and flew back to the Philippine Monkey Country.

Then, as a tropical fruit, it was pushed into an IL-76 transport plane that has been flying here frequently in recent days to transport fruits.

When he finally stepped out of his family's transport plane as an unarmed historian and stepped on the runway abandoned in the Soviet era near the Inta Hot Spring Camp and renovated by Sui Sui, a track that had been edited and voice-changed

The video was also sent to the Internet by a Ukrainian girl who was recruiting students to study abroad, using a mobile phone discarded by a drunkard in the bar.

However, compared to the ripples caused by this video, Weiran, who had just got off the plane, was more concerned about another thing.

"Dmitri, how much money have you lost these days?" Wei Ran asked, enduring the pain in his body as he looked at the boxes of tropical fruits being carried out of the cargo hold by the hunters.

"Losing money? Why are we losing money?" the chatty captain Dmitri asked confusedly.

"You haven't lost money after flying so many times these days?" Weiran said, pointing to the IL-76 transport plane next to him.

"This is a transport plane"
Chapter completed!