Meiman Killer Daily

62

"Sir, according to my scan, the building has three entrances and exits. To the north is the swimming pool, which is currently being used by more than thirty men and women for a party. My personal suggestion is"

A male voice sounded from the instrument hanging on his ear. When Peter arrived at the Long Island villa, he quickly scanned the building in front of him and told all the information. However, Peter had to interrupt mid-sentence. I ignored the other person's words because what he said was too comprehensive and unbearably long-winded.

"Angel texted Tony Stark, I asked him about his girlfriend's health"

"A voice message has been sent, but the other party has blocked you"

""

Peter was a little speechless. Just earlier this morning, Stark handed over all the artificial intelligence and other equipment he promised to Peter. At the same time, he also planned to launch a satellite in the near future to contact Peter alone. The key is not to be discovered by anyone, and the recorded target must be known to Stark at the first time. Stark has the right to advise to persuade Peter not to kill the target. Of course, this is a suggestion. The subjective choice is between Peter and history. Tucker's compromise seems to be a big concession, but it actually fully monitors Peter. However, Peter doesn't care much about these things. He is now more like a multiple spy than a killer. It's enough to think about it.

"Tony Stark, I will beat you to death"

Gritting his teeth and cursing Stark, he gave his artificial intelligence Super Bitch. He thought it would be a terrifying existence like Jarvis, but after using it, he realized that this thing was simply a noise transmitter, making a lot of noise. Having only been with me for five minutes, I was already starting to suffer from a nervous breakdown.

"gentlemen"

"Turn off the voice program, it's time to enter alert mode."

"Understood, system changes"

"There are three lives thirty meters ahead reflecting human patrols."

"What the hell, this bastard Stark is just playing with me."

He decisively took out the manual, looked for mode modifications, and turned on the alert mode, but it seemed to be of no use. This thing was Stark's way of pranking his existence. Peter was so angry that he turned off the instrument directly, but it still didn't fall to the ground. After entering the arms, he walked towards the entrance of the villa.

Because today is the time for the other party to hold a rave party, there are a lot of cars coming in and out of the luxurious villa. In addition, it is located in the largest villa building area on Long Island, and the luxury car helicopters are also coming in and out in an endless stream. He installed the muffler at the corner of the intersection, aimed at a luxury car and blew out its tires.

The owner of the car got out of the car and saw a young man, probably a child who was invited to the party. He jumped off the hillside decisively, strangled the other person's throat as fast as possible, and knocked him unconscious and dragged him into the woods in less than ten seconds. , take out the hemp rope from the box and tie the opponent's hands and feet, then stuff the opponent's mouth with wet soft cotton cloth, stuff it firmly and sew the outside bandage around the mouth, and give the opponent a breathing helmet in order to prevent the opponent from humming. Take it with you, you can't hear any sound from three meters away, throw it into the pit prepared in advance, put a mobile phone aside, set the permission to alarm after an hour, then open another box, and quickly put on the suit , dressed up in brand new leather shoes and walked back to the road.

"Hey friend what's going on"

Pretending to check the car and make a phone call, a car slowly drove up from another intersection, and I heard Peter roll down the window next to him.

"A tire burst, this kind of thing is really unlucky"

"Are you going to Drew's party?"

"You too"

Peter nodded, the man waved his hand and said

"Come up here, I'll give you a ride. Call the police and let the tow truck come to solve your problem. You can't waste your good time here."

"Hahaha, that's what you said."

"I didn't expect Drew to know an Oriental like you."

Peter took out the invitation, raised his index finger and explained

"I'm not a friend, I prefer to call him a business partner."

"Haha, that's right. I'm just saying how could a bastard like Drew like you Asians? But if it's business, I can't tell."

"Who can have trouble with money?"

"indeed."

The entire carnival villa has an area of ​​at least more than four football fields. The entrance and exit of the front yard has mercenary handles with live ammunition. Starting from the lobby, there are security guards and various celebrities at the back. The carnival is basically built on the villa. In the backyard, there is a pool barbecue, buffet, and even a band, which looks really cheerful.

After being reviewed, he walked into the villa, and the leading servant came to help lead the way. Peter excused himself to go to the bathroom, and then went to the bathroom with the servant. After making sure that there were no monitors, he knocked the servant unconscious and dragged him into the villa. Although Drew He is a racist person, but his servants obviously have Asian faces. After all, Asians are far cheaper than whites and blacks. It doesn’t have to be in vain. This also brings great conveniences to Peter. He takes off his clothes and tags him. The syringe can put the elephant to sleep for at least seven hours. Although the other person's clothes are a bit tight, it does not hinder movement.

Bringing the artificial intelligence called an angel with him again, the other party quickly analyzed the entire building again, and then led Peter to the private space on the third floor easily in realm mode, but there were two security guards standing guard at the entrance of the stairs. , Peter took out the silenced gun and did not fire immediately. He had to ensure that he was not discovered, and at the same time he could not kill innocent people indiscriminately. This time the target was a bit special, and one hundred points was not so easy to get.

"Mr. Cass said there was a communication problem between the two of you, so he wanted you to change your equipment."

Pretending to be a little scared, the security guard walked up the stairs. The security guard held down his gun, but when he saw the waiter's clothes, he was not too alert. Peter's words surprised the two of them. One of the bodyguards quickly turned on his headset and called the main station, but There was no answer from anyone, and the signal was completely blocked within ten meters. This was the only benefit that bastard Stark gave his instrument, which could block the functions of all information technology products within an effective range.

As long as the technological effect is not as strong as Stark's, it can be used anywhere. A security guard said a few words to another security guard and walked down the stairs. Peter also followed the security guard downstairs, but at the corner of the second floor, there It was the only blind spot for the camera. He hit the opponent's throat with a precise punch from behind, making the opponent unable to make a sound. Then he kicked the opponent's lower body. The sting caused the opponent to fall. An anesthesia needle was taken out of his arms and stabbed into the opponent's back. Back, the security guard at the top of the stairs behind him heard the sound and quickly drew his gun and went downstairs. Peter turned around and Sand Eagle appeared with a silencer in his hand and fired quickly.

Blood dyed the stairs red, and the camera also lost signal at the same time. Peter, carrying two bodyguards, ran quickly towards the top of the stairs. The interruption of the flash pause did not exceed ten seconds. The same was true for the cameras wherever he passed. A room on the upper floor was opened, the bodies of the two security guards were thrown in, and they were shot in the head again.

Although they couldn't be killed, these two people still had to die. There were only two security guards on the entire third floor. It seemed that the carnival party had diverted most of the manpower away, and no one thought that anyone would want it at this time. Coming upstairs, Peter took off his clothes and put on the security guard's clothes again. Then he installed the communication equipment and walked out of the room. With his back to the camera, he looked like he would not be noticed immediately. He walked to the end of the corridor and pushed The door entered the room.

"Who are you"

The old man on the hospital bed with liquid tubes inserted all over his body looked haggard. He was a little surprised when Peter walked in, and his breathing began to become rapid. The nurse on the side looked nervous because there were traces of blood on Peter's suit. He raised his hand and took aim with a gun. The other hand waved to the nurse. The trembling nurse had no choice but to approach. In the face of death, ringing the alarm was obviously not the best choice. A piece of anesthetic penetrated the other person's neck. When the nurse fell to the ground, Peter took out a mobile phone. He came out and sat beside the old man's bedside.

"Hucks didn't expect us to meet again, cough cough cough"

"Jack"

When the call was answered, there was an old man on the other side with a weathered face. He was obviously not much different from the age before him. He coughed with hatred. After speaking, Hax was surprised, and the other person's expression gradually began to change. , seemed to have got what he wanted, and seemed to be thanking God. He never thought that God could not help him kill people now. The one who really helped him was a butcher with blood on his hands.

"Maybe God really listened to my plea and finally let me wait until this day comes. Before you die, I will watch you die live."

He glanced at Peter from the corner of his eyes and moved his fingers tremblingly carefully. Peter held the mobile phone in one hand and asked the two old men to look at each other. He raised his index finger on the other hand and shook it from side to side, and then pulled the restless hand of the old man on the other side. He came over and threw the pager button under the bed.

"Aren't you still determined to give up?"

"You studied that biological and chemical weapon. Don't you deserve the punishment you deserve? Do you think you have received God's redemption and forgiveness now? Can so many familiar friends and human lives be easily forgotten like this? "

"I have already been punished, what else do you want from me? They are already dead. Can killing me bring them back to life? It is completely meaningless for you to do so."

"Oh, right? Nearly three thousand people died, and then you were imprisoned for less than thirty years. You were treated extrajudicially because you were sick. Is this a just trial? You are right to kill them. You really can't let them." Come back to life, killing you now does not make any sense, but blood must be tasted, and both you and I must abide by this iron law."