Chapter 022 Aunt Gu, Are You Sick?_1

"In other words…"

Just as Xu Zhiyong was about to make a throat-slitting gesture, his hand suddenly stiffened.

He couldn't help but give an embarrassed smile; making such a gesture in this context was somewhat inauspicious.

But Gu Sinan coldly cut off Xu Zhiyong's words.

"In other words, this killer, whose age, gender, and identity are unknown, is not only skilled in assassination, but also has combat abilities far exceeding our initial estimations," she said.

"A killer proficient in cold weapons…"

"A killer with meticulous thoughts…"

"A killer skilled in close-quarter combat…"

Gu Sinan fell into deep thought.

Does such a person exist in the database?

In this era, it's not that there are no people skilled with cold weapons, but in the database, those who could be called "proficient" are definitely in rare company.

The outlaws still at large are all sharpshooters skilled in various firearms.

After all, firearms have too many advantages over cold weapons.