Chapter 1621

Luke hung the transparent umbrella on the hook of the door post, and then sat down in front of the stage with his hands on his knees: "last time I didn't ask, Mr. Ping's title at the high stage table?"

The bald chef's face is straight: "zero."

Luke nodded, "nice to meet you, zero."

Bareheaded zero bowed his head again: "nice to meet you, night devil."

Luke laughed. "No, please call me John."

Zero doesn't matter.

People in this field are more eccentric.

It's not a freak who killed the whole family immediately without his title.

He nodded, "what would you like to eat today?"

Luke: it's good to pull noodles with dolphin bones

Zero: "just a moment, please."

Luke fumbled for an old silver lighter, then a metal cigarette case, opened it and took a cigarette out of it

Zero smiled: "you are free."

If it was someone else, of course he would not allow it.

But People with ability always get preferential treatment.

Besides, the chef who can make the night devil return to eat Ramen once more may be the only one in the world.

More than a year ago, this "honor" may not be much.

Because at that time, I didn't think I would be worse than the night devil.

In the field of killers, we can kill ordinary people. There is nothing to boast about.

Only by killing professionals can we really prove our position.

And colleagues are the most professional professionals.

The name killer of the mutual aid association is the existence of "quasi legend" by default in the industry.

Sloan is one of the most mysterious legendary killers. He can live to 70 years old in the industry of killers and still suppress a large number of famous killers, which is more rare than legendary killers.

But it's such a top-level killer organization. Eighteen killers and Sloan, the leader of the group, are blocked in the nest by night demons. All of them are killed overnight, and hundreds of ordinary killers are armed.

It gradually spread.

Night devils also changed from the original "suspected" legendary killer to the "suspected" killer God beyond the legendary level.

Secondly, in the past two years, superheroes and various villain monsters have appeared in front of people all over the world.

In the assassin business, it is generally recognized that night devils can fight against these supernatural beings.

Because, all people suspect that the night devil is also a supernatural being.

In the face of such a person, what can zero demand?

The other side can ask him politely "is it OK?" he can only say "please feel free".

Luke flicked the lid off the lighter, lit the cigarette, took a sip, and then set it by the table, letting it burn slowly.

A gust of wind blows from the outside, the red spots of cigarette butts are uncertain, and a little ash falls with the wind.

Zero concentration to do ramen.

This is the most serious thing he has done for years.

But even so, in less than ten minutes the hot Ramen was brought up.

With a flick of Luke's hand, the cigarette end of the filter left on the table flew into the pool outside the door, and the last red light went out instantly.

After taking the chopsticks, he began to eat the bowl of noodles.

Like any other food, he didn't rush, but he finished it in two minutes. He even drank all the noodle soup.

Put down the bowl, Luke nodded, "this is the best food I've ever had in Tokyo."

"Thank you very much for your praise," said zero

Luke took a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his mouth: "zero, for the sake of this bowl of noodles, I'll ask you one last question."

"Zero face solemn up:" please say

Luke put his handkerchief back into his windbreaker pocket and asked softly, "if you can never kill people and concentrate on being a promising cook from now on, can you accept it?"

Zero silence.

He looked at the knife on the chopping board, and it took a long time for him to exhale: "I accept it. But I hope you can officially fight with me once, please! "

Luke's mouth is slightly cocked: "you will die."

Zero actually bows frankly: "please do give me this opportunity, please."

Luke: time and place

Zero: "now, here."

Luke frowned. "Are you sure?"

Zero also smiled: "sure."

While talking, he held a kitchen knife in both hands and put it on the table in front of Luke: "this is your weapon, is it OK?"

Luke looked down at the kitchen knife and nodded a moment later, "yes."

Zero reached out his left hand and said, "please."

Luke looked up. "First of all! Otherwise you don't have a chance to pick up the knife. "

Zero's right hand slightly moved, and next to it was his knife for cutting fish.Compared with the 25 cm long kitchen knife in front of Luke, this knife looks old and old, only about 15 cm long.

To use the analogy of human figure, Luke is an adult model, while zero is a primary model.

But for a professional master, appropriate and familiar, is the most powerful weapon.

Zero's eyes twinkled and his mouth whispered, "thank you."

Three seconds later, his right hand was momentarily blurred.

The old knife pulled out a gray track, if any, in the light, and cut to Luke's neck.

The cold light flashed away.

At this time, zero's knife just passed Luke's neck.

The gray blade is less than a centimeter from the neck, but this is the limit of zero attack range.

If he wants to go further, his movement will deform, and the deformation will slow down the speed. The slower knife will not have a chance to touch Luke.

Zero choice will make this almost perfect knife, continue to finish, until the arm back to the side of the body.

He looked down and looked again at the kitchen knife for Luke on the table. It seemed to be there all the time. It didn't move at all. There wasn't even a trace of blood on the blade.

Zero wry smile: "you, how many efforts?"

Luke squinted. "Half."

"Only half." "Thank you very much for your instruction," sighed a bland face

Luke nodded slightly: "Sao yo cheerleading, zero Jun."

A smile appeared on zero's face: "sayo Lala, Johansson."

With the sound of words, he suddenly fell on the table.

A dull red color came out of his neck and spread across the clean kitchen table.

Luke took out his cigarette box again, lit one, took a sip, and spit out a cigarette ring.

He didn't smoke in this life, but he did.

Looking at the smoke ring rising, he put the cigarette on the edge of the table in front of zero: "on the Yellow Spring Road, it's a good journey!"

With that, he got up and picked up the transparent umbrella hanging by the doorpost, and slowly walked into the crimson rain mist outside the door.

On the big gear, there was no voice, only a gust of wind with water vapor blowing in, which made the cigarette in front of the zero light head flicker.

All of a sudden, a little strong wind came in.

Only a small half of the cigarettes burned on the edge of the table rolled up and then fell to the ground.

At this time, a foot stepped in and rolled it on the sole of the shoe. The drunk voice sounded: "Ping jiasang, we are here again. Well, are you sleeping? Ping jiasang, ah ~ ~ "