Assassin Simulator: I deduced the accidental formula!

In this room hidden in the farthest corner of the abandoned hotel, the old man and the young man, the father and the son, were silently looking at each other silently.

Yan Guozhang was in a good mood, nibbling on the steamed buns and flipping through the newspapers he had picked up.

Yan Zhihui, on the other hand, stared blankly at the ceiling, motionless. Although they had several military-grade encrypted mobile phones in their hands, they almost never used them for security reasons.

One is to save power. After all, all the current chargers have the ability of data lines. Who knows if they will transmit something to their mobile phones.

Although this is a bit overkill, it can still improve the safety factor a little.

The second is that they are really not in the mood to do anything now, and the death artist is still eyeing the vicinity.

The two fathers and sons knew very well that since the other dared to let the two of them go, instead of killing the Huger, he would also wipe it out, there must be his calculations.

"What's the purpose of that guy.

Yan Guozhang couldn't understand what he thought.

When Yan Zhihui heard this, he felt that he was idle and idle. At this time, it would be better to chat with this old father who was already good-looking, and he also followed.

"That time he killed Song Haoming first, and then threatened us, but I don't understand why he threatened us first... 35

His eyes looked quite confused and confused.

"Obviously, if Song Haoming was allowed to poison at that time, something must have happened.

Yan Zhihui scratched his head a little.

"Although that Song Haoming was indeed linked to the dark web by me, I didn't expect that it was the task that the death artist took over. It was really a coincidence."

As he spoke, he kicked his legs and wrapped himself in the quilt, looking very dissatisfied.

But the so-called speaker has no intention, and the listener has a heart.

Yan Guozhang was immediately shocked.

"When did you put Song Haoming on the dark web? You're crazy!"

He said this for the first time, but it was only later that he realized that it seemed that it was meaningless for him to be entangled now.

Yan Guozhang's idea is that, in any case, as long as the Bisdaq pharmaceutical company still exists.

The Yan family and the Song family still want to live in harmony.

Posting a bounty on the dark web, not killing it? Ostensibly you can remain anonymous.

As long as the money is enough, we will sell you in minutes.

And if you want to kill Song Haoming with a high success rate, you must provide some information.

It can be guessed that most of it is the reward offered by the Yan family.

Yan Guozhang pondered for a long time and was stunned.

"It's fortunate that it was the death artist who accepted the task. If an ordinary killer or someone with a scheming knew this news, he could use it to blackmail us, or even assist Song Biru to expose the news! 99

"Once our Yan family's purchase of murder is widely advertised, then it must be imprisoned in China!

As the old man muttered that the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, he threw the newspaper in his hand to the ground and stepped on it several times.

"It's normal for you to want to kill Song Haoming! No problem, but using this method is undoubtedly digging one's own grave!

Yan Guozhang felt that his reason was gone!

He turned his head directly, not looking at his unsatisfactory son.

If he had known the news earlier, he would probably have laughed. He could only find a way to make up for it, but now that Yan Zhihui is not pleasing to the eye, he must be more and more angry.

Yan Guozhang is still somewhat rational.

It was also abruptly, and he choked out another sentence without mentioning the previous matter.

"What exactly did the dead artist want to do? If we killed Song Haoming earlier, we could explain that we wanted to see the tragic situation after the bankruptcy of our Bisdaq Pharmaceutical Company."

"But now that we are a stray dog, why should we kill Hugel first?"

Yan Zhihui was talking over there.

And Yan Guozhang felt a little unhappy while listening, you are here to guess! What can you guess!

The idea of ​​that devil is not something you can speculate on as a jerk.

"It can't be that he has some kind of restriction on killing people. He is actually a supernatural creature, so he must be like those ghosts in horror movies, and only those who meet the conditions can shoot? 35

However, the unlucky boy Yan Zhihui still finished speaking.

He wanted to keep up with the thoughts of the dead artist as much as possible to gain a bit of life for himself, but his brain capacity obviously couldn't reach this point.

Yan Guozhang was originally in a state of getting more and more angry, but he suddenly realized something.

"Wait a while to restrict that death artist, is there really some kind of rule and restriction, if there is anything special about the people he has killed so far, it is."

Yan Zhihui was also stunned. The thinking of the two fathers and sons was highly synchronized, and it seemed that they thought of the same thing at the same time.

At this moment, suddenly the two people's mobile phones were obviously encrypted, but they received a text message with two sets of pictures on it.

The title of the first group is "I know what you are guessing right now".

The above is the darknet order from the first doctor until the most recent Li Mo killed Hugel, a serial killer in X City.

"How does that person know what we're thinking?"

Immediately, Yan Guozhang and Yan Zhihui were stunned for a moment, and then panicked like falling into an ice cave.

They are not discussing this issue, but they are secretly thinking about the same idea.

And this kind of thing cannot be caught, even if it is monitored by all-round surveillance, there will be no such strange situation.

"Unless the other party has mind reading skills!!!'

These two people just made up their minds a little deeper, and scared themselves half to death.

But more exaggerated things are yet to come.

All at once they realized what the dead artist meant.

Although it is not certain that the other party must be telling the truth, according to the information that the pursuit team once gave to the two father and son, it is very likely that the death artist did not lie.

He really has been working on the hunt, and being rewarded for those villains in the dark web.

"That would explain why he always kills the people around us first, because they have a bounty on them?"

"Wait a minute to say that..."

Yan Guozhang found the dark web page from his mobile phone. After all, the mobile terminal has long been popular. Although the real assassination activities are planned, they still have to be forced to use a computer to operate.

But it's not that complicated for a simple glance.

Soon, 300, the former president of Bisdaq Pharmaceuticals, got the news he wanted. That Hugel's reward list was not fake, but it was true that he had an assassination notice of 50,000 yuan. .

"Just because we don't have a list on the dark web, so not just killing me?

Yan Zhihui had a dumbfounded expression, because it was obvious that he could not guarantee that he would never be rewarded by that dark net and was happy.

If no one really wanted to assassinate him now, he would have turned into a corpse under the arrangement of the death artist.

And Yan Guozhang is also thoughtful, this way.

"It can't be said to be a bad thing or a good thing. If this restriction really exists, then I do have more room for arrangement."

"No, there is no reason why the death artist would take the initiative to tell us the news, does he mean to kill us, he is willing to make an exception.

This older old fox thinks more and more, the more he feels that something is wrong, in short, a posture of worrying about gains and losses.

Of course, after all, this rule of only killing people on the dark net bounty is Li Mo's nonsense, and he doesn't have such a quirk at all.

It was only for the sake of a more perfect program effect that such a straight ball was deliberately played, which made the two father and son feel even more panic and guesswork.

And after such a small farce, Yan Guozhang took a fancy to another picture message.

"What's the meaning?"

He was still a little puzzled at first, but suddenly there was a tremor on the phone, and a new picture message was received.

"Bang!"

But the encrypted military mobile phone in his hand fell to the ground.

And the old man was trembling all over, and his face was dull,