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Chapter 61 "This Killer 36 Degrees 9" Part [-]

It wasn't until early the morning after the incident that I realized something was wrong.

Master and I came to Country M from Country C in the name of tourism.

How could the remains be transported back?Still doing transplant?

Remember Master said: My daughter must be transplanted immediately after I die?
Thinking of this, I found many problems.

I opened my account on Reddot.com.

In the killer ranking, the master's account has changed from the bottom of S to the No.1 of S.

The kill value is a full 4 million points more, which is four times that of No. 2.

After adjusting it to the account balance, it was the first time I saw so many zeros after 4.

But why is the amount of the account in red?

I clicked on the account, and there was a line of small words written under the red amount.

The killer died and all the money was frozen.

I looked at the frozen amount and thought of something. It seemed that there was something wrong with the master's daughter.

I took out my cell phone and the sim card in my bag.

This is the master’s mobile phone card. We will take out the phone card and put it in our bag before working.

For the sake of confidentiality and destruction for convenience.

This bag is specially made. There is an electronic switch on the velvet piece on the far left side of the backpack.

As long as we press it, it will destroy the phone card with electricity, ensuring that our identity will not be discovered.

I turned on the phone and checked my address book.

I found the phone number nicknamed my wife and called her.

Du~du.

After the busy signal, the woman answered the phone and shouted: "You damn ghost, where have you gone?"

I was stunned for a moment. It turned out that they had no knowledge of the master's death.

But what's going on?Could it be that the master's body was taken away?

The news only reported the death of the killer, but did not disclose the identity of the killer.

"Why don't you speak? Are you planning to leave us, mother and daughter?" the woman's voice said again.

"Auntie, I'm sorry." I said.

"Eh? Who are you?" the woman said doubtfully.

I was instantly at a loss, thinking of suitable excuses in my mind.

Only then did I realize that because of my special profession, I didn’t even know the name of my master.

I coughed and said, "Auntie, I'm my eldest brother's colleague. The company has something to do and we have to go on a business trip."

"On a business trip? Why can he go on a business trip to install elevators at a construction site? Why didn't he call me when he was on a business trip?" the woman asked in a questioning voice.

"He is in a meeting. Now is the busiest time." I said.

"Oh? Is he in a meeting? Want you to call me? Or use his number? Tell me quickly, what's wrong with my husband?" the woman said alertly.

"Auntie, the master is dead." I said hesitantly?
A moment of silence.

"Where is it? That elevator crushed him to death. Where is the compensation? How are you going to deal with it?" the woman said calmly.

It's unbelievable to me.

"Master is dead, aren't you sad?" I said in confusion.

"What's so sad? I know how dangerous it is to install elevators. He also told me about many accidents. I remember he said that your insurance for a person is 100 million, right? You don't need to tell me more. Give me the money. Should I go to your place to sign the contract? Or you go to my place?" the woman said calmly.

"Auntie, brother actually doesn't install elevators." I said.

There was another moment of silence, and then came the explosion.

"What? You don't want to admit that something happened to your project, right? Or is it because he doesn't want to raise us mother and daughter anymore, so you came to tell me? Get him out, he is nothing." The woman cried and shouted.

I didn't know that my master could hide his identity so deeply, but he is indeed dead.Moreover, it has been more than a day since Master died. The fact that the heart has not been transplanted means that the body has not been disclosed.But now it seems that nothing can be said.

I hung up the phone reluctantly and wrote down the phone number.

He took out his cell phone number and threw it into the toilet and flushed it away.

I turned on my mobile phone first and gave my master’s wife’s phone number to my best friend.

My best friend introduced me to the industry, but he will always be a D.

The best friend has no future and specializes in hacking and intrusion.

However, he is a top-notch person when it comes to collecting intelligence. That is what he told me when he brought me into the industry: "Those who work behind the scenes may not make as much money as those who hold guns, and there is no risk at all."

But I couldn't keep looking at the screen for the so-called clues. That's why I gave up after following him for less than half a year.

I sent the number to my best friend and asked him to check the location and family situation of the owner of the phone number.

After the best friend sent an OK, there was a long greeting.From the maternal line in the previous generation of relatives, all the way to the ancestors of the eighteenth generation.

The general content is reduced and the condolences are reduced to what is left. What did you do?Assassinating a presidential candidate is such a big deal.

I have no choice but to send it to help you check this. I will talk about other things later.

I opened the map and searched for the nearest hospital within the area where Master jumped from the building.

There were three of them, and I looked for yesterday’s news again.

Almost all the news is about the murder of presidential candidates, and the killer is not mentioned at all.

I really don't have any talent in this area and don't know where to start.

I can only plan to change my clothes and go to every hospital.

When I finished changing my clothes, I appeared on the road to the first hospital I was going to.

My phone rang.

I was startled, and when I saw the familiar number, I pressed answer.

The person who called was my best friend.

"How do you say it?" I said with a smile.

"Call me to check on her. Do you want to kill this person?" said the best friend.

"You found it so quickly?" I said puzzledly.

"The police's internal information is easy to check, but to be honest, at first I thought he was a nobody. But the more I checked, the more strange it became, and I realized that it was really suspicious," said the best friend.

"Does she have a sick daughter at home?" I asked.

"Well, it's a heart attack. It seems very serious. I can't get the case. It's not a domestic hospital, it's in country M." said his best friend.

"M country? Do you know what the hospital is called?" I said.

"This number is a bit strange. This woman is a salesperson in City H, Country C. Her husband is an elevator decoration master, and his salary is only seven to eight thousand a month. But their daughter is in a hospital in City M, Country M, without medical insurance. I have been there for two years. You have to know that the monthly cost for a person in the intensive care unit of a hospital in M ​​country is 10,000+. It would be unbelievable if we didn’t find out this. A decoration master and a salesman, every month It can maintain an expense of 10,000+. This is simply unbelievable, what kind of thing is it selling?" said the best friend.

"It has nothing to do with what is being sold. What if I told you that the maintenance man's identity is 36 degrees nine." I said.

"Your master? Oh my god. Isn't he dead? If you are in country M, please don't come back. All people from country C will be thoroughly investigated when leaving the country. You should wait until the storm comes over before coming out. What is going on? Ah. Why did you kill the presidential candidate? Who took the order?" said the best friend.

"Send me his daughter's information and the hospital where she is. And I also want you to do one thing for me. Help me find out which hospital my master's body is in. His daughter needs her body for a heart transplant. It has passed. It’s been more than ten hours,” I said.

"Do you have to go through this muddy water? The place is easy to find. But it will be useless if you find it. I guess they are under 24-hour supervision. And I heard that he is not dead. I don't know if it is true. But your master Even if he didn't die after jumping off the building, he would still be in critical condition in the intensive care unit." said his best friend.

I froze on the spot and jumped to the sixth floor without dying.

"By the way, the killer's account will be frozen when he dies?" I said.

"Of course, what? Oh, by the way. 36 Degree Nine's account must have been frozen." said his best friend.

"Do you know how to unfreeze it?" I said.

"You can cancel it after accepting a mission, but it may be more difficult for you. Because everyone knows the news of 36 Degree Nine's death. It is simply impossible to resurrect a dead person to accept a mission." said the best friend.

I thought about what a big trouble this was, and I was shocked that the master was not dead.

He didn't die, so he was forcibly treated.

This is the reason why he was not taken for transplantation, as for the surgery fee.

The death of the master caused the account to be frozen.

There are really no solutions to this problem.

I hung up and patted the taxi driver next door to announce the U-turn.

When I returned to the hotel, I bought a lot of black concealer in the shopping mall downstairs.

Use the black concealer you bought to completely blacken yourself.

I opened my account on Red Dot and randomly accepted a mission from the hunting mission list in Country M.

When the home page showed the subtitle that the S-class killer 36 degrees had accepted a C-class assassination mission.

Subsequently, the public screen broke out again, and the public screen was filled with texts from various countries.

Less than a minute later, the phone rang again.

After one glance, I was still a best friend, so I reluctantly picked up the call again.

"Damn it, did your master give you the account number? Did you accept another mission? Or did you risk your life in country M? Do you know how strict the investigation is now?" shouted his best friend.

"Yes." I said.

"Yes, what does it mean? What does the mission you took on mean?" The best friend asked again in confusion.

"Isn't it the unfrozen amount you mentioned? Do you need to take on another task?" I said.

"What are you thinking about?" his best friend said in confusion.

"A hidden plan. Have you discovered my master's body?" I said.

"I hacked the Ministry of National Defense of country M three times, and it turns out that he and his daughter are in the same hospital. I'll text you the address. It seems that your master's plan this time was perfect. He was taken to the transplant immediately after his death. It's a pity that he didn't die. , and a group of police officers came to the intensive care unit to monitor him 24 hours a day. Otherwise, we could really give him a prize, this plan is really perfect." said his best friend.

"If it were perfect, I wouldn't have to do this now." I hung up the phone with a wry smile, looked at the name of the hospital displayed a few minutes later and closed the phone.

(End of this chapter)