At the beginning of the film, Leon brilliantly performed a ruthless, agile and ruthless killer. When he put a dagger across the target's neck with a blank face, there is no doubt that this Italian man in a long trench coat, black hat and black glasses also Aiming the sharp blade at me, a feeling of heart palpitations and regrets runs through the whole play. I don't know when this butcher's knife called fate will fall and pierce my heart. Ang took care of this pot of green plants carefully and tenderly. He wore a white vest and sat in front of the table, wiping the leaves carefully. The cold firearm was temporarily placed in the suitcase. The sun was shining outside the window at this moment, and this expression was so dumb. He had to drink it every day. Lonely man of the same brand of milk makes me have to love. Leon was never indifferent, he was living. Killing is his job, serious and fair. A homeless living in seclusion in the slums, relying on Tony, the restaurant owner who took him in, kills people to survive. When he has no assignments, he sits in an empty theater watching movies from the 1930s, and a man in a suit on skates parades around the street singing songs. It is that love that makes all the difference. Lyon was novel and pleasant off the stage like a child, looking back from time to time to the only audience in the backstage, wanting to share his happiness with others. This mild to heart-wrenching tone covers the whole city like sunshine, and the indifferent killing and the gentle life alternate in the sunlight. When Matilda, who had been slaughtered, walked past the picture of her father being shot dead in front of the door, the calm and smart girl knocked on the door of her neighbor, Leon. Please, open the door. Leon, who was peeping in front of the cat inside the door, was struggling fiercely, and finally his conscience allowed him to open the door.
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