Unshaven. He never pays attention to his appearance and maintains an unattractive sloppy look. The words are clumsy, and when trying to express the words clearly, he will raise his chin slantingly, looking for the words to slowly tremble. When the person who took off his sunglasses had to look at someone, his eyes were like a child's. Even when discussing my money with the boss I know best (I think it is, although this boss is really TNND not a good thing), I have always been timid and shy.
There is only one thing that can make him sharp, decisive, and ruthless.
"Are you free on Tuesday?"
"Yes, I'm free."
Passing through the bodyguards with live ammunition, the assault fire that can fire without gaps, the iron door and the steel window, and the sturdy and arrogant life form, it is only It was just a soft throat trembling under a knife.
Oh my uncle, he is so handsome.
Murder really doesn't require much human so-called wisdom. If you think too much about morality and ethics, you will become a lunatic. If your desires are too greedy and your goals are too large, you need to go to the organs to make up your mind. If it was just killing people, he would be invincible in the world when he could get his throat right in an instant.
For example, Tanhua Li Xunhuan and Kuaishou Fei. I was irresistibly electrocuted by these simple and powerful men.
However, this time I want to talk about Uncle.
Alone, life is simple. Possesses the physique and work experience of a top killer, as well as the self-control and judgment. And, a twelve-year-old boy's pure and sensitive animal-like intuition, and his ignorance and confusion about the emotional world.
This is my uncle, why he can be so charming.
The scavenger Lyon, an excellent Italian killer. Complete a pile of work silently and live a simple life silently. This could have been a solid iron triangle, and his days just flowed by without joy or sadness.
The only piece of luggage that will never be left behind is an ordinary potted plant that can be brought to life with simple care. There are no flowers but leaves. But I think he likes the way it stretches and grows for him. Because of his company, he felt that he was also alive, spending day by day. Because it won't go away on its own, because it's not hard to carry it. So, he will not abandon it. Give it the best warmth that can be given in life.
Well, yeah, just like that girl. After returning from work, he remembered to buy her a new dress, then went to the bathroom, clenched his teeth, and sewed up the bleeding chest muscle that had been shot through by a bullet.
He loves her like the potted plant, and she repays him like the potted plant. Teach him to be happy, teach him to care, and teach him to sleep peacefully in bed with his eyes closed. Teach him what it feels like to say "love". From beginning to end, every day is the brightest and most glorious time in each other's lives.
But this balance will eventually be broken. She is an orphan with a blood feud, and he is a killer who has no way out - although it is very good, it is not very sinister. He only has one hand and one heart, and he can only be true to his own feelings all his life, holding no more than two guns. Because he was once so powerful, it made people squinting at the occasional tenderness. And because he is so fragile, he is painfully convinced by his initial and final persistence... The
ring trick, the blood of the five internal organs bursting from the corner of his mouth with a smile: "It's from Mathilda."
I think he is very happy. Not just because the story ended so loyally and tragically, but near the end, he roared and chiseled out the girl's escape route with an axe, so that she could leave safely with her love and potted plants, free from the fact that he, as a killer, would eventually be killed and destroyed. Fate. Even if he can't escape, he has handed in the most perfect report card in his life. He died, and I was not in pain, but deeply saddened. Although, this story is like the highest delusion of a manly dream initiated and deeply intoxicated by a twelve-year-old Italian boy on a sunny afternoon.
That's enough. I would like to be the boy's twelve-year-old Matilda.
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