Snapped!
In the dimly lit room, A man threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, but soon lit one again and took a deep breath.
The ashtray in front of him was full of cigarette butts, and there were five or six empty cigarette packs on the table. He was smoking almost all day.
And a day ago he wouldn't have smoke because the threat of nicotine would be deadly for the best killer.
But now he doesn't care about that much. As one of the best killers in the world, his guts are unyielding. He had never felt fear ever before, but now he just wants to suppress it by smoking, Inner panic and anxiety!
Because the person in the mirror in front of him doesn't have any resemblance to his own appearance, it's a completely different person.
"Huh..."
He took a breath, got up and walked to the window, pulling the curtains open.
The sun was dazzling, and there was a brief trance on his handsome face.
His eyes moved slowly and landed on his own hands. These hands were white and tender, with a healthy blush under the sunlight. He clenched his fists and realized that his strength was poor! The fear in his eyes grew even more.
After a while, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath of fresh air, turned around, came to the corner, knocked on a brick, and pulled out a black box from it.
Opening the box, what appeared in front of him was a short, blood-red blade that he gently stroked.
This short blade is a unique weapon in the world, with a number "36" engraved on the hilt.
This number represents one of the most powerful killers in the world, from an ancient and mysterious killer organization, known as the "Scarlet blood" by the world.
It is recognized as the most powerful assassin group in the world.
Every assasin in the world is eager to join the Scarlet blood, and is eager to get a weapon like this with numbers, but now he has decided to abandon it.
He stroked the short blade over and over again, very lightly and slowly, as if he was stroking a person in his heart, and there was a deep reluctance in his eyes.
When his fingers touched the number 36, his body trembled slightly, and he held the short blade to the palm of his hand. This number once represented his entire twenty-five years of life.
Now it has been replaced by the name Creed Yakuza.
If you change your name, you will naturally have to change to a new way of living.
"Bang..."
At this moment, the door was pushed open.
Creed Yakuza heard the sound, put the short blade in the box, and then closed the lid.
A young man with thick eyes walked in, his hair was messy like a chicken coop, with a smile on his face, speaking in not fluent english:
"Congratulations, you have successfully become another person. You are my first experimental subject, I didn't expect it to be successful, it seems that my theory is right, my soul conversion machine is perfect, you are another person now. It will bring me instant exposure and wealth too."
"If anyone knows that you have successfully developed a soul Converting machine, I am afraid that it will not bring you endless wealth, but endless killing, and I will always be me, even if I change my body, it will still be me not another person."
Creed smiled while holding the box.
The boy shrugged: "I know what you mean, but even if someone steals my soul conversion machine, they won't know how to use it, and not everyone can perform soul conversion, they can persevere that kind of pain already."
Creed smiles bitterly "Anyway thank you for saving me."
The young man was silent for a while: "Then.…. then Are you going to leave?"
Creed nodded: "Yes, I still have things to do. I can't stay here for a long time, and it's not safe to stay here. I'm afraid they will find them. To bring back, this is the rule of the Scarlet blood."
"You have now completely changed to another body. Unless there is a soul-detecting machine in this world, no one will be able to find you."
The boy said confidently.
Creed was slightly startled and touched his face: "I almost forgot, this body is no longer my previous body."
"Your previous body has long been useless, even if you had survive, you would only live as disabled, you are lucky to meet me!"
The young man can still remember when he met Creed three months ago, he fell in the grass covered in blood, his body was festering, there were wounds everywhere, and one leg was cut away...both arms were also cut off at the same time, but even so, he still climbed up from the river and did not die, which really shocked him at that time.
"Even if they can't find me again, I will leave."
Creed said firmly.
"Why?"
"Because I promised my brother that I must find his daughter and protect her for the rest of my life."
Creed's heart trembled fiercely. He was only person in the organization who was also a father and a friend! Because they had a common idea, that is, to break away from the organization that only believes in killing.
But now my brother is dead and left this world forever.
This incident happened three months ago. Creed and his brother were on a mission together, but they were surrounded by a heavy siege. If he hadn't tried desperately to save him, Creed would never have survived now, so he owed his brother the rest of his life. It's not over yet.
So he must fulfill his brother's last wish, find her daughter, and prevent her from any harm.
"But your soul has just merged with your current body, and you can't move freely! This is Africa, if you encounter any danger..."
The young man was a little worried.
"It's okay, I Won't die."
Creed said firmly.
After getting along for three months, the teenager naturally knew Creed's temper.
Seeing that he was so sure, he stopped blocking him and nodded: "Okay! You have been hiding here for three months, although I don't know who is going to kill you, But if these terrorists outside find you, it will be even more unsafe."
Creed looked at the teenager when he heard the words:
"Costin, you are from Gotham like me. You are here, don't you want to go back? A genius like you shouldn't be buried here."
Costin is an orphan. He doesn't know why he was born in Africa, but he knows he's from Gotham. Costin is the name he gave himself. He hope that one day he could fly freely and bravely.
Costin smiled bitterly: "Go back? I don't even have the amy identity certification, how can I go back? Besides, the terrorists here can't let me go, I'm their slave."
Creed eyes narrowed slightly after hearing this: "What if I could take you out of here? Do you want to or don't want to."
Costin was slightly startled, then nodded heavily: "Yes, of course, who would want to live in such a world where onself is compared as pigs and dogs, if you can get me out of here then please, I'm willing to."
"Okay! Then I'll take you out of here. In order to repay your life-saving grace, I'll be number 36 for the last time!"
Creed eyes became extremely cold in an instant, and there seemed to be a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood churning in the depths of his eyes.
When Costin saw his eyes, his legs and feet suddenly softened. He never knew that a person's eyes could be so terrifying, even more terrifying than the terrorists here.