"Yan Ci, people like you should not belong to the darkness."
When Ling Shuanghan raised his chin with the muzzle of the gun, the moonlight was cutting open the old scar between his collarbones.
The mission target three years ago has become today's partner. Everyone in the intelligence circle knows that Yan Ci is the only monster to come out of the "abyss" alive.
During the day they shook hands and chatted happily at the charity auction, but at night they exchanged body heat in the bullet trails.
Until the organization issues final instructions:
"Purge the traitor Ling Shuanghan, and implement it with Yan Ci"
The moment the auction hammer fell, Yan Ci suddenly smiled and pulled the trigger——
Shot through the ear of the superior who gave the order.
