The Boss Behind The Game

Rice, NYC.

Late at night, the hour hand of the clock tower pointed at twelve, and the midnight bell rang in the city.

Above the clock tower, there was darkness all around.

A faint sound of rain crackling on the glass can be heard faintly.

"Ding!"

Opening the lid of the lighter, Emily reached out and lit the cigarette in her hand, taking a deep breath.

In the light of the fire, you can faintly see her naked arms, like a colorful snake with a colorful flower arm tattoo.

The sparks spread, heavy smoke spit out of her mouth, and her hands shuddered subconsciously.

This scene seemed similar. The sorrow and despair in her heart now, just as she left her brother five years ago.

It was raining that day, and they were at the bus station.

At that moment, how much she wanted to call the driver to stop, and she wanted to slap the window hard to get her brother's attention, and she wanted to jump out of the car and run towards him.

Want to tear him apart from himself.

She wanted shortness of breath, red eyes, trembling, and moved herself to tears in fierce imagination.

The fact is that she was sitting quietly, rubbing her shoulders quietly, watching him farther and farther behind him, less and less clear.

After that, there is a no return path, and this path is her own choice, there is no retreat.

Footsteps were heard in the dark at this time. As the sound became clearer, a figure slowly emerged, and the street lights around gradually turned on.

A man with a beard came from afar, holding a document bag in his hand, a headphone hanging on his head, and his footsteps seemed to be following the rhythm of the music.

Seeing this man appeared, Emily's eyes showed a sorrow, and her heart hoped that he would not approach any more.

But she had no choice but to do so.

Because he is a killer!

The man below is her teacher, a former ace killer who has retired prematurely and now lives in Anwen. It was also he who taught Emily all kinds of killing skills that allowed her to grow to the point where she is now.

They were also teachers and friends, but ...

Emily lowered her forehead slowly, pressed her cheek to the cold butt, and looked through the sight to the man below.

In fact, she doesn't need to aim at all with her skills, but this is her final farewell to this mentor.

"boom!"

The bullet spun out of the barrel of the gun, hit the man's forehead with precision, and brought up a canopy of blood mist.

Because the silencer was installed, the sound was very low and did not alarm anyone.

After looking at the man who fell to the ground through the sight again, Emily's lips trembled, then she pulled her cell phone out of her pocket and dialed a number.

"Beep ~ beep ~ beep ~"

After three beeps, the phone was picked up, but no sound came.

"Mission completed, target killed!"

"Black Lily, beautiful job ..."

Emily hung up the phone before she could finish speaking, and then picked up the "Kiss of Black Lily", put it on the ground and began to quickly disassemble.

In less than 2 minutes, the complicatedly structured sniper rifle was dismantled into individual parts and packed into a cello case.

After doing all this, she quickly got up, carrying the cello box, and quickly climbed down the raised wall outside the tower.

His body quickly sank into the darkness.

The order ended and Emily got another month's vacation, but she was confused.

She didn't know where to go or what would happen to her future.

Was shot by a latecomer like her mentor? Or were they arrested for errors during the mission? Still dying in a dark corner.

It seemed that her own thoughts about the future and death were always linked, and Emily's mouth appeared a bit of a grin.

Because she is a killer!

As she was walking, she suddenly felt something was wrong, and her keen insight made her feel that someone was peering in secret.

She immediately quickened her pace and began to run.

"boom!"

The gunfire sounded, and Emily leaped forward decisively.

The shot was accurate, but fortunately, Emily's reaction was fast enough to avoid the fatal injury, but her calf was hit and a goose-sized wound was blown out.

Knowing that there was a killer in the dark, Emily decisively rolled the cello box forward, her body shrinking to the rear.

From the direction of the bullet, she judged the location of the killer, so her approach immediately made the secret killer lose his target.

Silent stalemate.

Except for the sound of the pattering rain on the ground, there was silence all around.

As time passed, Emily knew that her chance was coming when the street lights were dimmed because there was no sound.

She decisively opened the cello box from the side and quickly assembled her sniper rifle.

"Bang!" The sound of the gun sounded again, but this time it was not shot at Emily, but at the pillar under the street light.

The sound of the bullet colliding with the metal suddenly awakened the surrounding street lights again.

This time, the secret killer clearly saw Emily who was assembling the sniper rifle through his eyepiece. A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the muzzle turned and aimed at Emily.

"boom!"

"boom!"

The gunfire sounded at the same time, and two bullets collided in the air, disintegrating into fragments of metal.

"Huh?" The killer who saw this scene was suddenly scared.

Is this a coincidence?

The startled killer suddenly thought of many legendary assassination stories about the woman known as "Black Lily".

Immediately, he aimed Emily again and was about to pull the trigger fiercely. A bullet appeared in the sniper scope and quickly zoomed in. Then everything fell into darkness.

One is in the bright, the other is in the dark, but Emily still shoots the killer easily. This is her technique and the reason why she has become an unsurpassable sniper **** "Black Lily" in the killer world.

After killing the killer, Yuri shattered her clothes, quickly wrapped the calf still bleeding, and then got up, gritted teeth, and ran forward.

After moving a distance of about 100 meters, Emily stopped suddenly, because the wound in the calf had too much blood flowing, her physical strength fell sharply, and she could no longer continue to run.

At this time, her cell phone rang.

Emily pulled her phone out of her pocket and threw it into the sewer aside.

Because she knew that the assassination was obviously premeditated, and only the organization knew her assassination and retreat route.

Taking a deep breath, Emily was trying to move forward, but suddenly found that the "clinic" sign was hanging on the building ten meters away.

She glanced at the calf that was exuding blood. Although there was a risk of exposure, she could not care about it, and dragged her injured right leg towards the clinic.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

In the sound of her knocking, the door opened, and in front of him was a man with glasses and blue curly hair.

"Are you injured?" The man glanced at Emily, surprised by her beautiful appearance, and noticed her bleeding right leg.

Emily nodded, leaning weakly on the door frame.

Seeing this, the man quickly hurled Emily into the house and closed the door.

...

"Well, you have a gunshot wound!"

Looking at the man who was treating the wound, Emily's eyes gradually became cold.

"You ... rest assured, I won't say it out." The man quickly promised, then his expression became a little worried: "But your leg should be useless ..."

"I know, take care of the wound and I'll leave after helping me stop the bleeding!"

"It hurts. Do I need to play games?" The man pointed to the virtual helmet on the table.

"No!" Emily replied coldly.

"I think you still play games, you have an egg-sized hole in your leg, you need to fill some ..."

"I said no!" Emily snapped.

She is a killer, so she is very vigilant. Playing a game at this time, then her own security is not in her own hands, and she has not trusted the man in front, so she rejected the request.

After half an hour of bandaging, the man finally bandaged Emily's leg injury, and Emily immediately got up and left.

"Your legs have just been dealt with, don't be stressed, or the wound will burst again!"

Emily didn't answer, turned and walked towards the door.

It's dangerous to stay here now, and her sniper rifle is still outside, she must leave as soon as possible.

At the door, he was about to open the door, and a siren sounded suddenly outside the house.

Emily sank, turning her head to glance at the male doctor, then quickly walked towards the back room.

"Rest assured, I won't say anything!" The male doctor assured again.

After Emily entered the back room, the male doctor quickly came to the door and pressed the cleaning button on the wall.

Suddenly the cleaning robot outside the house was started, and the blood stains outside the house were quickly cleaned up.

A moment later, the knock on the door rang, and the male doctor approached the door pretending to be calm, but his heart was pounding.

The door opened, and there was a middle-aged man standing outside, slightly obese, but with a very serious expression:

"Doctor Haier, did you hear the gunshots just now? Or did you see strangers?"

"What? The sound of a gun? What happened?" Haier's face was slightly surprised.

"Okay, it's okay, I wish you a good evening!" The police officer outside said immediately, but didn't go into the house to check, because he still has several residents who didn't ask.

After closing the door again, Haier hurriedly returned to the inner room, and suddenly found Elimi, who was holding the dagger behind the door.

"They're gone!" Haier looked helpless.

In fact, he didn't know why he took care of Emily so much. If he had to find a reason, it was because she looked so good.

Well, it was this talent that was set at birth.

"Thank you!" Elimi thanked with relief.

"You're welcome. My name is Haier. What's your name?" Haier grinned and raised his right hand.

However, Emily didn't bother, and moved to the sofa outside the room to sit down step by step, her eyebrows tightened.

Slightly embarrassed, Haier hurried out, watching Alimi speak again:

"There are many policemen searching outside the house. I think you have to stay here tonight."

Emily didn't answer, and remained silent.

"Does it hurt? Do you need to play games? Now that you have just released a good game, you won't feel any pain outside of it."

Still no response.

In the face of Emily, who was always silent and extremely cold, Haier who was trying to talk a few words was suddenly frustrated.

"Give me a virtual helmet!" At this time ~ www.readwn.com ~ Alimi said.

"Okay!" Haier heard a smile on his face, then picked up the virtual helmet on the table and handed it to Emily.

"I'll help you connect your computer now, remember to choose that" Battle Online ", this game is today's most anticipated full-realistic game."

Alimi ignored Haier's words, and put on a virtual helmet, and the interface suddenly appeared.

Obviously Dr. Haier is a game madman, the virtual interface is full of game icons, and some inexplicable special game software.

Glancing at the icon, Alimi's gaze was fixed on the battle line.

In fact, it doesn't matter what game she plays. Since Haier recommends it, try it.

So she pressed the game icon for Battle Online.

It can be said that it was entirely by coincidence that the first generation of the black goddess "Black Lily" embarked on the future hunting god.