My Waste Husband novel Chapter 1272

Henry wiped away the sweat on his forehead, then reached out and took out the ball of gauze that had been stuffed in the blonde- haired lady's mouth.

The blonde- haired lady gasped for breath as saliva flowed out of her mouth uncontrollably.

Henry smiled and said, "How are you feeling?"

The blonde gnashed her teeth and said, "I'd rather you killed me! That would have been more comfortable for me."

"Ha ha." Henry chuckled and said, "The process was a little painful, but the end result is good, isn't it? At least you get to keep your life."

The blonde-haired lady let out a long sigh. "Can you untie me now then?"

"Of course." Henry smiled, then got up and untied her limbs.

After her limbs had been untied, she exercised her arm a little, then sat up and looked at Henry. "Young man, you've saved my life. How should I repay you? How about with my body?"

"Forget it." Henry replied with a wry smiled. "Look at the state I'm in. I can't possibly handle you."

"Haha." The blonde covered her mouth and chuckled softly, but that movement was still a little too much, and pulled at her wound, causing her brows to tighten with pain. She quickly readjusted her posture.

The short-haired lady put away her sniper rifle, and then searched around her pockets, then tossed a tiny tube of liquid to Henry and said, "Take this. You probably need this."

Henry received it and took a look. "Glucose. Just what I needed indeed."

The short-haired lady pulled out a cigarette and threw it to Henry, then she lit one for herself. She took a drag on it, then slowly blew smoke out her mouth, a pleasurable expression was visible on her face, then she asked, "How long have you been hiding here?"

"I just got here last night." Henry pointed to the direction of the mountainous forest outside the town. "From there."

"So you have been hiding all this while. It's no wonder why you haven't been found by all those people who are searching high and low for you." The short- haired lady sat on the ground and leaned comfortably against the sofa.

"Many people are searching for me?" Henry asked with a puzzled expression.

The short- haired lady stuck out her thumb and pointed over her shoulder. "You're wanted everywhere out there. It's said that you had murdered more than 30 civilians. Civilians and officials of the town are all after you. They had searched every house before. I wonder how you were still able to hide in here."

"I see." Henry touched his lips. "It looks like you had a reason for not shooting me, so what is your story? Has the Nine Fatale been assigning missions all the way here?"

When both the ladies heard his words, they shuddered.

The short-haired lady took another drag on her cigarette. "Say, I thought that you were some big shot when I saw you face all over those wanted posters, turns out that you're just another fool. Does this look like the emblem of the 'Nine Fatale'?"

"That's easy." Henry pointed at the sniper rifle beside the short-haired lady with his lips and said. "The NTW has two calibers, 20 millimetres, and 14.5 millimetres. You chose 20 millimetres, so obviously, you intend to make a car explode, not the head of a person, and that car is definitely bullet-proof. This town is very religious, and there are only a few big shots in it. The Mayor won't be your target. Obviously, the richest man of the town won't be your target either. After all, this town is close to the mountains. It's more difficult for assassins to escape. You wouldn't choose this place if you had intended to kill a rich man. Then it's all much easier from here, your target is the Bishop of that church?"

"Impressive." The short- haired lady applauded. "Your observation skills are really good. Then pray tell me, how do you plan to kill him? Now that we have already alerted the enemy, he would't be leaving this town anytime soon, but it would be very difficult for us to get close to him again."

"I don't know." Henry shook his head.

"You don't know?"

"How would I?" Henry asked, "I don't even know if your target is a man or a woman yet, how am I even supposed to come up with a plan? You could share some information with me, at the very least, right?"

"The target is a fifty-three-year-old male, 6 feet 10 inches, 93 kilograms." The short-haired lady pulled out a mobile phone and tossed it to Henry. "Whatever you need is more of less in there. As for his hobbies and special interests or habits, you can ask us if you wish to know more."

The blonde curled up on the sofa and giggled. "I can tell you everything about him, including the fact that he only lasts a few minutes."

Henry looked at the lady's mobile phone and checked the date displayed on it, it was July 26.

Henry knew that during that period of time, the Recluse Association had probably made many arrangements. Henry was not only a wanted man in that town, but also in the whole World of Qi practitioners.