"Let me tell you a story...."
"There are tons of incredibly powerful organizations all over the world.... But you know what they all have in common? They're all afraid of one individual....."
"His name is Peter. What's even more surprising is.... That Peter is a senior citizen in his sixties...."
It was an eerie silent evening, the street lights gradually turned off as everyone fell asleep. No one knows what happens in an alley. Under the flickering electric lights, human corpses lay scattered on the ground, quickly spreading across the ground, turning the place into a field of blood and flesh.
There were no survivors, except for a man who was seriously injured and barely alive on the ground with another person wearing a large costume hat on his head.
"You know.... If he hadn't acted out, he could've remained the most legendary killer in history. But now, he's got thousands of people trying to hunt him down. And the money he saved up his whole life doing this job was stolen from right under his own nose. Isn't that just tragic?"
The man lying on the ground said, looking towards the person standing near him.
"He devoted his life to this gang. But now, they're out for his head. You're him, aren't you?.... Peter?" The man struggled to raise his head to look at the person wearing the hat. That person raised his hand to pick at the mask's ears as an act of mockery. He was wearing a suit but didn't have any blood on it from the fight. In his hand, he also held a pistol with a silencer barrel.
"But the thing is.... It just makes no sense. There are thousands of eyes watching your every move..... Trying to find their opportunity to kill you. Yet no one's been able to even find you, let alone kill you. I get you're a legend, but it's just merely impossible."
"Do you really want to know?" The man wearing the costume hat leisurely walked closer to the seriously injured man.
"I can have tens of thousands of eyes watching me. But none of you are ever going to be able to find me..... And it's because...." The man squatted down next to the seriously injured man, he slowly removed the head of the costume. ".... The Peter that you're all looking for...."
"No...." The seriously injured man was sweating profusely, his expression looked like he had just seen someone come back from the dead. The other man just lit a cigarette and smoked, he used the gun to kill the seriously injured man.
Even then.... That was the price to pay after seeing the killer's face....