Film and Television: The Collector Who Rampages Across the Heavens

Chapter 97 The Assassin Profession is Highly Competitive

The female agent lit a slender cigarette, draped herself in a sheet, and sat on the sofa opposite Zu Li, puffing out clouds of smoke.

"We need to see your sincerity."

"What sincerity?"

Su Li opened a can of beer, took two sips, and looked at the other person.

"Try to get your hands on Zhang Li's counterfeit money template. If you can get your hands on it—my boss will contact you personally." Isabella exhaled a puff of smoke, her red lips slightly parted.

"What are the benefits?"

Su Li spread her hands and asked directly, "I don't want to be used and then discarded. You know, the Zhang Group belongs to the Triads, the world's largest Chinese mafia. If I help you, these guys will hunt me down to my death."

Or, to put it another way, I'll provide the information, and you guys figure it out yourselves!

The female agent's eyes flickered, she stubbed out her cigarette, and crossed her long, beautiful legs.

"That's also an option. If the conditions are right, you can become an unofficial FBI agent."

Su Li nodded. The best way to deal with being targeted by these special agencies is to cooperate with them.

To talk about confrontation or anything like that, that would be incredibly idiotic.

"It's still early, let's play a little longer."

He stepped forward and picked up Agent An, who did not resist, and went back up to the window.

Around 2 a.m., Isabella completely lost her strength and fell into a deep sleep, unable to resist any longer. Zuli took a shower and left the hotel.

The night was deep outside, and the narrow street was eerily quiet, with occasional lights on the roadside and figures lingering at the alley entrance.

As he heard footsteps, two black men carrying daggers walked quickly toward him from a distance in the deep alley.

"Hey kid—"

As soon as the Black man finished speaking, he saw the young man opposite him, whose hands were empty, suddenly grab an AR rifle.

Before he could finish speaking, a hail of bullets rained down, and the two big black men were riddled with holes before they could even react.

Zu Li walked past with his gun, expressionless, and disappeared into the street.

Back at the hotel where Maggie was staying, the girl was sleeping but was awakened by the sound of the door opening. When she saw Su Li return, she rubbed her sleepy eyes and threw herself into his arms.

Without any hesitation, Su Li picked Maggie up and carried her into the bathroom.

With superhuman physical abilities, 17 times a night is no problem.

In the morning, Las Vegas was bathed in bright sunshine. Su Li, lying in bed, heard her phone ringing urgently and picked it up to her ear.

It was Zhang Li's voice: "I've received intelligence that Yanagawa Shiro has hired Japan's top assassin organization to assassinate you. Be careful these days."

In Shiro Yanagawa's "The Wanderer," the Japanese mafia boss has been controlling mafia activities in San Francisco. Victor Shaw, played by Jay Chou, is one of his top assassins.

"What kind of assassin?" Su Li asked, her spirits lifting and her brows furrowing.

Zhang Li said in a deep voice, "The specific details are unknown. I will notify you immediately as soon as I have any news."

"knew!"

Su Li hung up the phone casually. He didn't need to worry about his safety on his own, but the girl beside him would distract him.

After playing for half a month, it's time to send Maggie back to Los Angeles!

Su Li woke Maggie up, helped her wash up, and went downstairs to eat. Her telekinetic powers spread out in all directions to provide an early warning.

Everything seemed normal, but he dared not relax.

"Where do you want to go?"

He held the girl's hand as they walked down the bustling street. Las Vegas truly lived up to its reputation as a famous tourist city, with people of all races.

"Coming to Las Vegas without visiting a casino is no fun," Maggie said, making a card-playing gesture.

"Then let's go have some fun!"

Casinos are everywhere in Las Vegas. I chose a medium-sized one, exchanged $2000 in chips, sat down at the poker table, and started playing blackjack.

With the help of telekinesis and working together with Maggie, Zuli lost less and won more, and soon the table was piled with more than 20,000 yuan worth of chips.

Gambling is a highly addictive game, especially when you win a lot.

Maggie flipped over the cards in front of her, and once again her score was higher than the dealer's and the other players'. Overjoyed, she hugged Su Li and showered her with kisses.

"Okay, you can play by yourself. I'm going to the restroom."

Sensing a different kind of gaze directed at her from behind, Su Li patted Maggie's slender back and walked through the crowd toward the restroom.

The casino lobby was the liveliest, while the restrooms were eerily deserted. Two figures entered the restrooms one after the other.

"Assassin?"

The man in the light gray suit with a loose tie drew his silver scimitar from his waist upon hearing the words.

But what greeted him was a silenced pistol. With a bang, the man in the gray suit fell backward, looking stunned.

He clearly didn't understand why the other party was using a gun when he was clearly referring to hand-to-hand combat with cold weapons.

[Hint: The Rebirth storyline has begun —]

He carried the body into the bathroom, sat on the toilet, and used his telekinesis to lock the door from the inside. Only then did he have time to look at the system's notification.

"Is it this movie?"

"Rebirth" tells the story of a top assassin in Japan's elite assassin organization, whose number one assassin, known as Ghost, clashes with his former employer after retiring and then fights against hundreds of assassins single-handedly using melee weapons.

He had long forgotten the specific details, but the assassin called Ghost was so powerful that he was practically inhuman to ordinary people.

Moreover, these Japanese assassins are extremely good at disguising themselves; anyone who randomly appears on the street could be one of their people.

Sitting down next to Maggie, the chips on the table hadn't decreased much. She picked up a playing card and leaned closer, whispering, "Do you think I can win this time?"

"able!"

As expected, Maggie won over $3000 in chips again.

She played at the casino until late at night, winning over $20 before being reluctantly pulled away.

"Tomorrow, I'll take you to the airport to go back to Los Angeles."

Su Li hugged her slender waist from behind and whispered in her ear.

"So fast? I haven't had enough fun yet."

"You forgot that you're still in college, and the semester starts in a week."

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Only after he reminded her did Maggie realize what he meant.

"God, how time flies!"

"Don't worry, I'll come to see you often."

Maggie looked helpless, turned around, wrapped her slender arms around Su Li's neck, and stood on tiptoe to whisper in his ear.

"Time is running out. Before you go back to Los Angeles—feed me."

"Yes, sir!"

The next morning, Maggie, her legs weak, boarded a plane and flew back to Los Angeles. Sully frowned as she glanced at the plane disappearing into the horizon and rubbed her wrist.

Japanese assassins really are everywhere. Last night, two female assassins disguised themselves as hotel staff to go to him.

Not only was her strength lacking, but her looks were also subpar, and she went to see their Amaterasu Omikami once again.

"These guys are really persistent."

A mental scan of the airport terminal revealed armed assassins lurking in all directions.

Su Li shook her head and went into the bathroom. The two assassins followed her in and immediately raised their guns to fire without saying a word.

Bang bang bang!

Su Li dodged into the bathroom, casually pulled out a long shotgun, and fired two shots that pierced the chests of both men.

Donning a bloodthirsty clown mask, he switched his shotgun for an M1 automatic rifle and charged out to fire in bursts.

Da da da!

The airport terminal was filled with screams and shouts of people running for their lives, but assassins lying in ambush all around also opened fire in return.

Despite the chaotic scene, Su Li still used her telekinetic search advantage to shoot down the fleeing crowd one by one, and then easily left with them.

He boarded a bus and just as he passed a couple in the aisle, the two pulled out a pistol and shot him from behind, but Su Li seemed to have eyes in the back of his head.

With a flash of cold light, the Nepalese katana severed the wrists of both men, and then cut their throats with another stroke.

The people on the bus were stunned at first, and then screams ripped through the air. Some smashed the glass and jumped off the bus, while others huddled in a corner, too afraid to move.

"Why are these guys everywhere?"

Su Li thought for a moment and went directly to a nearby hotel. Sure enough, there were several cars following behind, all carrying weapons, including men and women.

He casually loaded an RPG, slung it over his shoulder, and fired it with a whoosh, slamming it into the lead black sedan.

With a loud bang, debris from the explosion flew dozens of meters away. Without even looking, Su Li took out a Gatling gun with a chain of bullets from his storage space and began firing.

A streak of fire, like a sickle, relentlessly pierced and blasted through car after car, mercilessly eliminating the assassins.

Watching the assassin struggling to crawl out of the sea of ​​fire, Su Li walked over, pulled out his Desert Eagle pistol, and fired two shots into the assassin's forehead.

The target hotel remained the same, and a room was booked at the front desk.

As soon as the elevator entered, a disheveled man in a white shirt with a loose ponytail walked in. He made his move as soon as one foot was in.

A pencil appeared out of thin air from his sleeve and shot it at Su Li, while a razor blade appeared in his other hand and slashed at Su Li's neck.

Their attacks are swift and rapid, arriving almost in the blink of an eye, and their danger level is several times higher than that of ordinary assassins.

But the next second his movements froze, his mind was impacted by the psychic power, and his body began to fall forward uncontrollably.

Su Li glanced at the camera in the corner, snapped the slovenly man's neck, and after going up two floors, dragged his body out of the elevator and casually threw him into the bathroom.

After washing the dirt off his hands, he returned to his room to stay.

That night, he was attacked by several waves of assassins, some of whom even rushed in with submachine guns.

Among them was a fully armed special operations squad, equipped with live ammunition, bulletproof vests, automatic rifles, rocket launchers, and other special operations gear. They were the most elite group, but he still managed to shoot them dead in the corridor.

Su Li found it strange that the police hadn't arrived after she had been calling all night.

As the morning sun rose, his phone rang. Su Li answered, and a middle-aged man's voice came through: "You're indeed formidable. You've won. I didn't expect that even Ghost and Abyss were no match for you. Are you interested in working for the Liuchuan family? What Zhang Li can give you, I'll give you ten times over."

"No interest. Next time you send assassins, you'd better send more, so I don't get my fill of killing."

17

Killing these people doesn't go to jail, which is much more interesting than playing Counter-Strike in real life.

The sound of bullets flying out was even more pleasant than music.

Shiro Yanagawa chuckled coldly twice: "You can think about it for a long time. I'll wait for your reply. Oh—right, I forgot to tell you that Zhang Li died last night."

The call ended with a beep. Su Li frowned and turned on the TV. The program was a local Las Vegas news report: "Zhang Li, the owner of the Zhang Group in San Francisco, died in his office. The murderer is unknown."

Who killed him, Brother Jie or Uncle Long?

He was confused by the multiple movies playing together, so he took out his phone and called Hu Li.

It rang for a long time before the other end answered, and a weak, feeble voice came through: "You finally answered the phone?"

Su Li was taken aback: "I haven't received any calls from you guys, okay? How did Zhang Li die? Who killed him?"

"His newly recruited bodyguard, a guy named Victor Shaw, joined the gang half a month ago. Nobody expected that he was actually sent by Yanagawa Shiro."

They were very powerful; all of my boss's bodyguards were dead except for mine.

Hu Li's voice still carried a hint of lingering fear; she hadn't yet recovered from the shock.

"Looks like I'll have to find a new boss again," Su Li said nonchalantly, then asked, "Your voice sounds so weak, are you injured?"

"Thank goodness I'm not dead!"

"Which hospital are you in? I'm coming to see you."

If it were a man on the other end, he definitely wouldn't have mentioned it.

After learning the address, Su Li quickly left the hotel, bought some fruit on the way, and then knocked on the door of the ward.

Hu Li lay in a hospital gown, her hair cascading down her sides, her frail face bearing a hint of Sleeping Beauty.

"Where's my little brother?"

"Some are dead, some are injured. The boss is dead, the gang will be in chaos for a while. There's no future following me, so they'll naturally find their own way out." Hu Li coughed lightly, her hand on her chest.

"A gunshot wound?" Su Li peeled an apple and glanced at her.

"That guy seemed to be just as strong as you. He was good at both hand-to-hand combat and shooting. I was lucky to escape with my life, but those two brothers and the boss died together."

Hu Li said, still feeling lingering fear.

"What are your plans for the future?" Su Li handed her the peeled apple.

"I've made a lot of money over the years, so I'm quitting and retiring."

Hu Li clearly had no intention of avenging her boss; she simply backed down.

"You've been with Zhang Li for so long, you should know what kind of men and territories he has, right?" Su Li asked.

"What, you want to get involved in this mess too?"

"Making money isn't shameful. Since Zhang Li is dead anyway, it's better for us to keep the territory ourselves than to give it to someone else."

Su Li grasped her soft hand, blinked, and said, "You have connections, and I have the ability. If we join forces, we'll definitely be able to conquer the world."

Perhaps we could bring Brother Jie into this; in "The Wanderer," he killed Zhang Li and Liu Chuan Shilang all to investigate the reason why his family was killed.

Although the results were eventually found, he couldn't believe that it was his former FBI partner, Jason, who had revealed it.

Unfortunately, he went down the path of a top assassin and never looked back; he was no longer the righteous detective he once was.

Hu Li was somewhat tempted, and pursed her red lips: "Let me think about it—but can you handle Victor Shaw?"

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"It's nothing!"

Su Li chatted with Hu Li for a while, and before leaving, told her to call him if she needed anything.

As darkness fell, he planned to return to Los Angeles the next day and go back to his original hotel.

Ding!

The elevator doors opened, revealing a short-haired woman in a red miniskirt, a light white round-neck blouse, a slender waist, a handbag slung over her arm, and a pair of shapely legs extending from beneath the red skirt.

Seeing him come in, she smiled slightly, revealing a kind look in her eyes.

Su Li nodded in acknowledgment, then turned and pressed the elevator button.

The woman behind him, Yamato Nadeshiko, instantly turned cold with a swift movement, stabbing a sharp dagger towards his lower back.

Just as the sharp, gleaming blade was about to pierce him, it was caught between two fingers.

Undeterred, the woman in the red dress coiled around Su Li like a snake, attacking her various vital points.

Groin kicks, two-finger eye jabs, severing major arteries—she even used her female physical advantages to deliberately get close and launch all-around attacks.

But—it was all useless!

The psychic attack sent her eyes rolling back in her head, and she collapsed weakly into Su Li's arms.

He was about to reach out and snap the female assassin's neck again, but his gaze swept over her beautiful face, slender figure, pert buttocks, and rather long, thin legs.

In an instant, Su Lixinghai encountered a variety of Japanese terms: Muzan, Ahegao, and various other PIAYs.

He then carried the female assassin out of the elevator.