Hidden Assassin

I said earlier that you are looking at the flower eyes, you do n’t believe it, you think about it, and you dream about it. The daydream is coming, you are scared to death. We will not go shopping in the next few days. Call your dad, we will go back as soon as possible. Anyway, the inspection of this hospital is almost over. It is impossible to live in the United States to take care of it. Going back to go back ... My heart is still pounding now ... "

With the woman's rumbling voice, the car stopped at the side of the road below the hospital, got out of the car door, entered the building, entered the elevator, and the mother kept talking all the way along the way. Obviously today, she has also scared her Enough.

All the way back to the ward, Ya Han didn't seem to have woke up from some embarrassed look. While talking, her mother threw all the shopping bags in her hand onto the bed, and then ran to the bathroom to remove her makeup. For a moment, her face Still running out with some water stains, the earrings and necklaces have been plucked, and the hair that was originally pulled up has been put down. Although she always said that she was living on cosmetics, at this time, the woman in her thirties who did not apply powder and fat still had a mature and natural temperament. After finishing the things bought today, she reached out to explore Yahan's forehead.

"It's okay. Would you like to see the doctor? I think you'll sleep for a while. Anything will be fine when you sleep. Good, you sleep, don't think about anything. I'll go out first."

"Mom, don't worry, I'm fine."

Sitting next to the bed, Yahan smiled softly, attracting a glance at the other side: "Cut, don't tell me if you have no persuasive power ..."

When the door was opened, Ya Han suddenly jumped off the bed and walked to the door. The mother looked back, but she was chatting with a bodyguard outside the door, and there was nothing surprising: "What's wrong?"

"Uh, it's okay ... hoe, can you come in?"

"steamed bread?"

"I?"

Everyone looked at the strange eyes, and the **** also reached out and pointed to himself, until Yahan nodded. Just whispered, he entered the room with some hesitation.

Pull the door gently. My mother looked at the bodyguards on both sides: "No eavesdropping is allowed." Then, she walked towards her room.

The room was a little quiet. Due to the gloomy sky and snow outside the window, at this time the lighting in the ward seemed to be inadequate. Ya Han nodded: "Sit anywhere." To the side of the standing cabinet, "Coffee? Or juice?"

"Uh, juice ..." Sat on the sofa. The gimmick felt that the atmosphere seemed a little weird. Could this woman not find the person she was looking for, so she gave herself up and wanted to seduce herself to bed? However, this woman has something to do with Jian Suyan. Although it is very tempting, but do you want to go down?

Such a wild thought, he would not take it seriously, especially when he saw Ya Han's face with no expression, he could basically understand such a beautiful thing. It is definitely not her turn, otherwise she would not be able to pose such a face that can make a man look upright, and the biggest is also the most unfortunate possibility for herself, most likely ...

"Orange juice."

"Oh, thanks."

Putting the juice in front of the steamed bun, Yahan sat down on the opposite sofa, and the two were facing each other dumbly. The steamed bun had to pick up the orange juice and plug it in his mouth. Immediately, only listening to Yahan asked softly, "Hoe, who are you?"

"Oh?" A pair of pure and innocent eyes appeared behind the glass.

"You are very good, you can fight, you can shoot, you know that the person is against me today, and you are not afraid of the mafia at all. You just approached us on purpose. Who are you?" Yahan looked up, "You have to follow me, you have to tell me?"

Cooing, cooing ... Holding the glass, drinking a large glass of orange juice with a hoe, then stood up with a smile: "Sorry, I'll go out and take a call."

*

The snow and wind screamed out of the building complex full of skyscrapers. The jeep climbed up the mountain road, but in the past, it slipped and dropped because of snow on the ground. Allowing the driver to fiddle with the machinery in front of the car, the red-haired woman got out of the car and walked directly on the snow to walk up the mountainside.

One of the men followed, occasionally joking, seeing that the villa on the mountainside was near, she took out a brick-like mobile phone and dialed a number.

In a certain deep alley in downtown Manhattan, the bell rang, mixed with the whine blowing through the alley in the wind and snow, which seemed a little weird. The mobile phone landed on the ground with blood flowing through it. Looking from this angle, the dark In the alley, there are corpses.

The slight footsteps rang, and a figure in a gray-yellow down jacket threw away a stick in his hand, squatted down in front of the non-stop mobile phone, and watched with interest the mobile phone in the blood. Until the ringing ceased.

"Shit,

What are you doing, not answering the phone ... "On the mountainside, the red-haired woman scolded angrily. At this moment, she had reached the door of the villa, entered the lobby, and Smith was sitting on the central sofa, all around sitting loosely. After a few heads of family affairs, sitting next to Smith, she smiled charmingly: "Hi, all right. "

"There is no evidence from the police. Besides, we are the victims. What can we do? It is Eisen's **** who wants to make things difficult for me." With a frown, Smith said, "Have you negotiated with Robert today? Why? kind?"

"I want to reconcile there. I gave him a slap." When he came to the bar and poured a glass of wine, Jane bit his lip. "But then Joseph appeared, and they arranged a very powerful gunman ... Generally, For example, without a fight on the spot, the matter was not resolved ... I will be responsible for the follow-up of this matter. "

"Joseph? The gunman?" Smith frowned. "I want to know the details."

"OK." Jane nodded, and started to talk about things in the mall today. She did not conceal what she ate. All the details are exactly according to the truth. When she finished talking, Smith nodded, and nodded around. A few people discussed for a while, except Jane's attitude was really a bit punchy, and there wasn't any real disadvantage on their side. This was followed by other family affairs that needed to be resolved together. About an hour later, it was almost lunch time, and Smith asked, "Yes, Tom? What about them? Didn't follow you back?"

"They didn't answer the phone. God knows where to go." Jane shrugged. "I met the Chinese kid today."

"Chinese kid?"

"I met the guy at Marilyn, and I said I would remember him." Jane smiled. "He got the order, and then I grabbed him with Tom. They are really cunning. , Took us to run for about an hour in Manhattan, but in the end was blocked by us. I received your call at that time, I will hurry back, and now I guess ... the kid is about to die. "

"This is not good, it will only leave no room for both sides." Smith reproached, "And that is Chinese tourists, and now China's influence in the world is gradually increasing. When tourists have such things, they will put pressure on them. The government We will be upset when there is pressure. "

"I've done it. How about it?" Jane's tone was a little bit harsh, and she always hated the fact that Smith had shown favor to Marilyn in order to combat Joseph. At this time, it was obvious that Smith was afraid to hurt Marilyn. Friend, before saying the next sentence, Smith stood up and waved a slap.

A "slap" of slap echoes in the living room, and the others walked away with interest. Smith kicked her and said, "I'm telling you to do something, put away your selfishness! If you haven't slept with me, someone Talk to me like this, she's dead! "Paid," Anyway, call and ask them to come back for lunch together. Now that we've done this, we must always be ready to fight Sallie. "

Looking at Smith, Jane took off the blood from the corner of her mouth, sat silently on the sofa, took out her mobile phone from her handbag, and saw her grievous grievance. Smith snatched the mobile phone over, Dial the number.

After ten seconds, the call was connected.

"Hello? Uh ... uh ... uh ..."

The call lasted about a minute or so, and I could only hear the fragmented sound of Smith. After finishing playing, he slowly covered the flip of the phone, his eyes drifted away without knowing what to think.

"Eh, where have they been?" In my mind, I wanted to ease the relationship with Smith. After a while, Jane asked ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ didn't answer immediately, Smith looked up, exhaled a complicated look, and then Pass the phone back and look at the woman's face: "How many people are you ...?"

"Uh, Hans, they two came back with me. Twenty people from Tom, a total of twenty-three." Jane answered blankly.

"Twenty-three ... twenty ... you said you blocked that Chinese kid?"

"Yeah, Manhattan ... there is a dead end across Sixth Street ..."

"He alone?"

"Of course it is! What happened?" Realizing that something was wrong, Jane stood up and asked. The next moment, Smith turned sharply, waved, and a louder slap knocked her on the sofa. Smith was Roared loudly in the room:

"Yes, they are all alone. We have twenty here! You arrogant bitch! Did you hit their plan? Did you know that this phone call was received by the police? Twenty people, no more or less Little, they're all dead! Just after you left, they all died in that alley— "