He was doing his last job.

It was an hour's sleep. And again, there were lives under the billboards that were going to disappear tonight. The man checked the materials with his son once. He would do two jobs today. A woman who wants to get rid of her husband is hurrying to leave her husband and cause fancy deaths on the streets. Another job was a very familiar mob show. He has now chosen his own people, no longer the Mafia, but a professional. The Mafia bile was subcontracted. How comforting to share the crime? It wasn't easy. In fact, who was comfortable? Do companies receive high salaries? Employees of the arms-producing factories? Money winners with consumption craze? That's why he was as comfortable as a hired killer. He was just fooling himself. He couldn't clean his blood.

The man picked him up, opened it, started his first job. City Library n So you're relieved? A man thinking. When she returned home, the victim refused to blind her life and refused to blindfold her as though preparing to leave. The buzzing sound of the bumper and the human flesh caused a short noise.

This sound did not interrupt sleep.

The killer is braking. She took the car back to make sure she died again. As he passed, he once again tasted the "pleasure of killing." And the comfort of doing his job is that he doesn't see any crime he's committed. And he's still cheating.

He should have started looking for another victim. He was doing his last job, going home, falling asleep. He'il check his bank account tomorrow. The place should have been a wooded place. What a nice contrast to a beautiful soil that will be irrigated with blood soil?