Hidden Assassin

At noon, he took a flight to Jianghai from Sapporo Airport and ate at a nearby restaurant. It was still a while before the plane he was going to take. Jia Ming sat in the airport lobby and read the newspaper. The afternoon was clear and clear. The first time I met with Yuan Lai Chaochuang was like this, on a square.

"Meet you for the first time, please take care."

"Related photos."

At that time, Governor Taichi had just died, and his return from Europe was truly extraordinary memory.

"Now, sometimes I don't even want to do it ..."

Many years later, also at an airport, the man sighed casually, when they had just completed a mission and hunted down a killer who had defected Pe Luojia.

"Where can I go?" Jia Ming looked down at the newspaper and replied casually.

"It seems good to be a regular person."

"There will be retribution."

"Ok?"

"Just now that person left, we came to kill him, we left, and someone would do the same thing. This is causality."

"... reasonably logical."

Yuan Lai Chaochuang nodded. Two people read the newspaper and drink coffee together. Waiting to go back to the plane.

"If I die. I have a favorite woman ... in Hokkaido ..."

That was a difficult situation a few years later. Jia Ming looked at him. Then nodded.

"I said that I wanted to leave because of this?"

"Part of it."

"It doesn't matter if we are together. Even if we are ordinary people ... we have to go to work every day, there are things that must be done in this way, which is different from the occasional killing of us ... relatively speaking, I think we are more free ..."

"How can it be that simple? Free ... people like us ... what should I do for you if something goes wrong?"

"If I die ..."

He thought about it, but there wasn't any person who needed to be notified. That's fine. In the rain of guns, he rushed out.

"If I die, help me get rid of the guy named Wushen Wuyan, and see him displeased for a long time."

In the end, I can only think of this boring desire.

In that life, that was the companion who had been with him for the longest time. He later went to see the woman, saw her marry another man, saw the pain and weakness of Yuan Lai Chaochuang, and with it The kind that came was powerful and many things could not be understood. Sometimes he also thought that the life of that person might be more valuable than himself, but in short, after Yuan Lai Chao created and died, he told the woman With all this, the confusion about that word, just like a seed that has been buried for too long, finally sprouts in my heart.

Yellow and white lights, red and green neon, evening streets in the morning, warm and cold cities, hills, grasslands, deserts, oceans, forests, heavy rain, sunlight and milky fog, all kinds of people, a life . In retrospect, you will see, as if in a subtle way, this world has entered a variety of ideas and thoughts in your mind. However, until the beginning of the rebirth, the too cold and solid foundation of the previous life still dominated everything in his life. The only thing that could make him gentle was the confusion in his heart.

Those people ... what kind of things are alive for ...

Then, after experiencing too many things, he gradually came to understand all of this. After twelve years of life, he finally got enough weight to completely replace the previous life, and then he thought maybe he should meet him Only then had the current trip, faced the person again, and waved goodbye to his previous identity.

He turned the newspaper over a page, and in the bright waiting hall, the tall beauty with a suitcase walked past him, and his heels made a pleasant sound on the ground.

Four years have made him miss a lot of things, and now he can only look at the news everywhere to make up for the lack of this world. The entertainment version of him has not always seen much, but after turning over today, he turned back and wrinkled. Browsing at an interview with an European and American female singer above, it is probably a girl singer who is quite popular in Europe now, with photos attached, he continued to watch for half a minute, the phone rang.

The phone call was from Lingjing and Shasha in Jianghai. They had already received the plane that had just got off the plane and could not help complaining when she saw her injury. Obviously, she had helped in the past, and it actually hurt people like this. Too much, Jia Ming had to smile bitterly.

With such a phone call, Jia Ming casually looked out of the airport. A group of people gathered on the side of the square, holding signs, tying headscarves, and giving speeches enthusiastically. However, they were a group of right-wing elements demanding to revise the textbook. At this time, although there were not many people coming in and out of the airport, there were also some Japanese people watching around, and in a corner of the bright field of vision at home, a young man wearing blue and white casual clothes and carrying a huge travel backpack was hiding. Behind a flowerbed in the dead corner of this group of people, it seems that there are some ghostly appearances.

He just glanced casually, and noticed that this person was also purely habitual, and was sensitive to some dead spots. Turning his head and talking on the phone for a few seconds, a stone in his field of vision suddenly flew past.

With a scream of "ah", the speaker standing on the self-made small table was shot with blood on his forehead and then shot backwards. Then the scene fell into chaos and the figure of the boy behind the flowerbed disappeared quickly. When a group of right-wingers rushed over, it seemed that they failed to catch the killer for the first time.

These fanatical right-wingers also have something to do with the Japanese underworld. On the one hand, they hurried the person who was hit on the head to the hospital. On the other hand, they quickly took out embroidery knives and other things from some of their bags. Near the square began to look for suspicious people. A few glances at the Ming Dynasty Square

At this time in the crowd who entered the square, one ((coming to the waiting hall, holding a digital camera in his hand, but quietly pressing the shutter on the right-wingers, this time can be taken Of course, this is the evil side of these people.

Looking at the whole process of the whole thing, Jiaming couldn't help laughing, and talked with Lingjing for a while. The teenager had entered the waiting hall, walked over from Jiaming, and then heard Jiaming called, but stopped. Come down, live for a moment, the opposite mouth: "Chinese?"

Jia Ming nodded, and the young man whispered, "Me too." Then he sat down on the chair in front of Ming Ming, holding a travel bag, and watched with interest the gang of right-wing elements outside. The stone was right in front of the forehead, and the blood flowed to the ground. This matter can be big or small. These people are holding a bamboo sword, and their hearts are full of anger because their companions were beaten. When I saw someone in the square and stopped someone, I asked them if they were Chinese. I had to let them speak Japanese before they would give up. There were policemen in the square, but there was no way to deal with this aggressive group of fanatics.

After a while, it seems that some people said something to the leader, and a group of people came to the waiting hall all at once. Several security guards at the door stopped it. Some people asked the airport to take out the surveillance video just now. In addition, most people rushed into the lobby while taking advantage of the lack of security.

At this time, Jia Ming also ended the call with Ling Jing, and the boy across the face smiled and stretched out his hand: "Hello, my name is Xie Baoshu." Then he said the name of a small town in southern China, and Jia Ming laughed and talked to him. He shook his hand: "Gu Jiaming, from Jianghai.

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Then Xie Baoshu looked at the commotion on the side of the hall and smiled purely: "What are they doing?" Jia Ming laughed in his heart. The two were actually about the same age, but Jia Ming's temperament at this time was a little calmer. Then Xie Baoshu But with the youthful childishness that young people should have, the expression when they mischievous or harmed Jiaming was ordinary. He naturally pretended not to know anything at this time: "The right-winger, who asked to modify the textbook, was smashed by someone."

"Wow ... deserve it." The group of people who asked to watch the surveillance video naturally couldn't get a response in a short time. In fact, even if they got the surveillance video, it was useless. The place behind the flower bed happened to be a dead corner of the surveillance, nor was it. I know whether Xie Baoshu was lucky or I knew it from the beginning, and a large group of people holding bamboo swords in the lobby questioned whether they were Chinese. Although the airport mobilized security quickly, it was naturally unbalanced within a few minutes. . Jia Ming and that Xie Baoshu were watching all this, and the two men with bamboo swords approached.

"Hello, are you Chinese? Speak!"

Xie Baoshu blinked and turned his head to the side: "Hey, can you understand what they say?"

"Ask us if they are Japanese, let us say a few words to prove it." Then he turned and said in Japanese: "I am Chinese, is there anything wrong?" Xie Baoshu nodded and understood.

"Er ... Mexi Mexi, Yadie, what a mess in Negar ... Geji, Yigu Yigu, Flower Girl West West ... Oh, and Eight Ga ..."

Not too far away, several security guards ran towards this side. The two had originally talked in Chinese in two sentences, and this piece of patchwork in Japanese said that the right-winger could not restrain his anger at the beginning, and said "Baga", he rushed over with a knife, Xie Baoshu raised his camera and pressed Shutter, turn around and run away, the next moment, the man was kicked out by Jia Ming.

This small riot did not cause much obstacles to travel. After all, Jia Ming had some reservations, and in terms of the airport, it was natural to suppress the troublemakers. Jiaming talked with Xie Baoshu a few words, this seems to be a simple young man, even with some naive elements, he took the next flight of Jiaming, all going to Europe It was just that Jiaming went to Venice, and he would make a stopover to Albania.

It's just a small episode where the water meets, which is not enough to keep in mind. Jiaming got on the plane ten minutes later. About eight hours later, the plane arrived in Venice. Because of the magical power of the time zone, it was still afternoon.

As soon as he left the airport, someone came to pick him up and informed him of the fact that it was a long-range armor-piercing sniper bomb. On a sunny afternoon, the bullet passed through the water city, rubbing his shoulders with Jia Ming, and blasted the rear. The huge power of a Cadillac window in the parking lot shattered the front and back glass at the same time into a snow flake.

Jia Ming looked back for two seconds ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ blinked tiredly, then the phone rang, and he pressed the call button: "Hey."

"It's been a long time. You haven't died, and you look handsome again."

"That's all ... I came from Japan today. When I was about to board the plane, a kid stopped me and said," Brother, you are so handsome. "I gave him a slap on the spot ..."

"what happened?"

"*nonsense."

"Haha ... your sense of humor is getting more and more annoying ..."

"You don't like this ... negotiable ... There are some things I didn't expect. I don't need to have a temper with me ..."

"You can survive."

Jia Ming still had to talk, and hung up there dumbfounded. He looked at the mobile phone helplessly and sighed. In front of the road, several high-speed sports cars had been off the road. In a fierce roar, they ran over to this side ... ...

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