Hidden Assassin: Section 444 staggered

In the evening, the setting sun filled the sky with magnificent golden light, and the inside and outside of the Dongfang Villa seemed to be covered with a halo. Fang Zhitian stood on the balcony on the second floor, watching the golden light in the garden. The sparkling fountain, fingers tapping on the railing by the balcony. There were soldiers or agents standing guard from far and near. The figures came in and out, and they were busy. He rubbed his forehead with his fingers, and for a moment, there was a knock on the door, and Dongfang Linghai came in.

"Everyone has watched the surveillance video from Guangzhou and is analyzing it. However, there is too little information, and it is estimated that it is difficult to draw a definite conclusion. I think...we probably should consider giving up the unseenness... …"

Fang Zhitian nodded, smiling a little tired: "Is no one thinking that Gu Jiaming is back? This kind of clean shot, the surrounding surveillance cameras can't even capture his back, at least It is also at the level of Pei Luojia's special killer, not to mention the family portrait on the scene......"

"So everyone thinks that this matter should have nothing to do with the undead in Jianghai. They do have skills and qualities far superior to ordinary people, but in terms of assassination skills, this person will never be so proficient, but the Gu family Ming... It should be the suspicion of the killer Pei Luojia. As for the best result, probably the real Miss Jian Suyan has returned..."

"But we have not yet determined which one is true..." Fang Zhitian smiled and shook his head, and went out together with Dongfang Linghai, "I have also thought about giving up the dust of vision. Actually Judging from the current intelligence, neither we nor the undead are not clear about the whereabouts of the undead. Li Yunxiu has not woken up in Europe. It is difficult to say who she gave the things to, or just I squeezed it into a personal parcel and sent it to Jiang Hai. Since both parties are not clear, as long as the intelligence can take a certain advantage, we still have a chance. My inability to leave is secondary, and the power transfer of Ying’s family. It doesn’t make much sense if I go there in person."

"Various forces will definitely intervene. If Ying Haisheng’s death, if the economy is not dealt with, the loss will be about tens of billions, but the money is actually secondary..." Dongfang Linghai sighed, "Ying Haisheng There are hundreds of state secrets involved or understood. This aspect is the most important. Although Guangzhou has been sealed off, and local people in various provinces and cities have also begun to operate, Ying Haisheng has guarded us too much before. This is on the contrary. It has become the most troublesome thing. I just received a call. The Chaohai Group only found out two spies. They should be agents arranged by the United States. They had already started their operations after only three or four hours after the incident. Yes, I don’t know how many there are.\\Lao Fang, what I am most afraid of now is that they aim at you..."

Walk while talking. At this time, several groups of Yanhuang Awakened were in the villa. They were noisy and walked through the corridor on the second floor. When they reached the stairs, they saw Dongfang Road rotating subconsciously with the phone, frowning, thinking about things, Fang. Zhitian stopped and said hello: "Xiaolu, have you seen the video too? Any thoughts?"

Dongfang Lu has always been cultivated as the successor of the Dongfang family. Although he has been involved in many things for a long time, he is not part of the combat establishment, and now it is not considered a formal administrative establishment. This kind of confidential surveillance video, theoretically, he has to wait until things are understood or officially invited before he can see it. However, theory and substance are naturally two different things. Knowing the meaning of Fang Zhitian’s question, he nodded, “I’ve seen it, it shouldn’t be Gu Jiaming. The reason is simple. If he comes back, he will definitely go there as soon as possible. Look for people like Ye Lingjing or Zhang Yahan. For Ying Jia... he doesn't care so much..."

"Heh...it seems to be certain, really... miss..." Fang Zhitian smiled, "I heard that I broke up with my girlfriend recently?"

"Hmm."

"It is said that men only grow up after being broken in love. Come on." Patting his shoulder, Fang Zhitian and Dongfang Linghai walked towards the end of the corridor, opened the door at the end, and a white ward appeared. In front of the two of them, in the ward, Dongfang Ruo continued to sleep deeply.

Looking at the unconscious and thin person, Fang Zhitian closed his eyes and let out a sigh...

Decision makers are most afraid of being disturbed and unable to make clear decisions. If Ruoruo’s abilities can really be used, it is of inestimable significance for a country, and facing such a powerful undead, if they are enemies controlled by Pei Luojia, the dust in the sky seems to be the only chance. However, how much selfishness is contained in this, and whether the sacrifices made at present are really worthwhile? Ying Haisheng died suddenly and all kinds of pressures hit. What he faced was no longer a simple headache...

At six o'clock in the afternoon, the setting sun still looked brilliant in the mountains. On the cemetery hill on the outskirts of the city, Yahan squatted in front of the tombstone with a dazed expression.

At this point in time, the people who came to sweep the tomb have basically gone back. In fact, it is not a special day, and there are basically very few people here. She came here just after get off work. She was in a women’s suit, a narrow knee-length skirt, stockings, and high heels. She squatted on the ground at this time. The lines were tight and the lines were very attractive. Sometimes she thought, if Jia Ming is in If she is here, she might like her now, Jia Ming is no longer here, and he is no longer in this world, but she still hopes that he can take a look somewhere. \\

I originally planned to go back to dinner with Taotao after work. After dinner, I took her out to watch a concert. Who knew that I received a call in the afternoon and then came here in a mysterious way. Ying's three fathers and sons are dead, she can’t say how happy she is, but the chase that happened in Jianghai at the beginning has a certain stage significance for the former Jia Ming. Later, they lived together for more than three. Yue, she knew about these things. From that day on, he gave up the light and hope in his life and walked towards the quagmire of death.

But in this case, Ying's father and son exerted almost no influence, and that was just a sign. But it didn't make any real meaning. The real real meaning was that he broke up with Lingjing. It was the moment Lingjing got on the plane and Shasha got on the boat. Therefore, she felt a little at a loss about the death of the father and son. There is no need to be happy, and no need to be sad. She wanted to see Jia Ming because of this incident, but she really felt that the matter was not worth mentioning, so she stayed in a daze for a long time.

Naturally, she often comes to this tomb. She talks and sits for a while. In autumn, dandelions are often flying over. She put those dandelions in front of the monument, watching them blow away again. Sometimes I brought some delicious food with me, sometimes the withered wormwood was placed in front of the stele, and sometimes it was paper flowers blowing around. Everything goes according to your heart, like spending a free afternoon with your best friend, talking about the latest things in Taotao, just plain and plain. Except in winter, I usually don't cry.

When she talked to Lingjing, she said she was waiting for him. On the other hand, she felt more: Jiaming was mostly dead. But to her, this is not a paradox, and waiting for someone who has already died is not an unreasonable thing. She insisted on this feeling so stubbornly now.

"Before... I told you before, Fang Yusi's concert, Lingjing is going to come to perform a cameo tonight... I plan to take Taotao to listen... I guess you are not interested in the Yingjiadi thing... I originally agreed that Taotao would go back to accompany her to eat, but I should be scolded again... Today I said it was not with you, but with my daughter..."

She said softly and stood up, among the mountains, the setting sun finally turned from golden to orange.

The time was 6:40 pm on July 12, 2004, and the gate of Ye's Martial Arts Hall was closed. ^^^^ Just a few minutes ago, Lingjing had left the martial arts hall with Julian and others' vehicles and set off for the Jianghai Xincheng Gymnasium where the concert will be held. Now Ye Han is in the back room sorting some things and returning them by the way. The wife in the hospital called. In any case, this was a lifelong event for her daughter, and neither of them wanted to miss it.

"...Surgery? No way to ask for leave? How come you encounter this kind of thing... Dr. Lin's side, what should I do if he is not there. Today is Lingjing's first performance on stage..."

When my daughter’s debut came on stage, she suddenly worked overtime when she met her wife’s hospital. Ye Han, who has always been modest in temper, couldn't help raising his voice at this time, a little helpless. As he was talking, someone knocked at the door: "Aren't Lingjing at home?"

"Oh, Lingjing and her teacher have already gone to the Xincheng Gymnasium for the concert. Are you sent by Miss Fang... Wait a minute..." I turned my head back slightly, and the sky was dim outside. At the martial arts hall, the light was turned off and the door was pulled down. The figure was a bit unclear. He said, hearing the footsteps as if he started to walk out, and said to the phone, "Look, Miss Fang has already called someone over. I'm reminded, Lingjing is a bit late to go out, I don't know if I'm in good condition... I'll go to your hospital and wait for you, haven't you told the dean, anyway, Dr. Lin and they rushed over and you just withd... Waiting for you, I will wait for you, that's it..."

Hang up the phone, the person outside was gone. Ye Han frowned. He seemed to think of something vaguely. He stood there for a while, preparing to walk into the house, but the feeling in his heart changed. It got stronger and stronger, and finally turned around and ran out, standing on the street, far and near, the building rooms inside and outside the community have been lit up, there are people and bicycles coming and going on the street, and the air is full With a warm atmosphere such as "off work", "dinner", and "relaxation", the sun gradually narrowed the last flame to the west, and the street lamps and car lights gradually turned on. This ordinary midsummer evening, he stood on the side of the road. Yes, the person who knocked on the door finally did not happen. He turned home and changed his clothes, ready to go to his wife’s hospital...

More than an hour later, in the ward of the Dongfang villa, Ruoruo opened her eyes and sat up with her bloodless and weak body. When the doctor and the others arrived, she was breathing fast, as if It is possible to suffocate at any time. A few minutes later, under the action of oxygen, this symptom gradually relieved. Looking at the people in front of her, she opened her mouth for the first time in many days.

"I see where the dust of the empty sight is..."

Twenty minutes back in time, the sun has completely lost its dominance over the sky of this city. This day is the fifth and fourteenth day of the lunar calendar. The moon is like an eyebrow, and there is a beautiful starry sky in the night. ****Located in Haidi Xincheng Gymnasium, a bright scene, it looks like a bright moon on the beach. The first stage of Fang Yusi's tour in Jianghai is about to begin. The admission is almost over. Now there are still many people stranded outside the stadium. Most of these people have not bought tickets, but because of Fang Yusi's appeal. They are still waiting for someone to temporarily transfer the ticket.

The semi-circular Xincheng Stadium radiates to the surroundings. Nearby is a seaside park integrating greenery and entertainment. The green trees and flowerbeds are a cool and pleasant scene in the light. Inside the gymnasium was a hustle and bustle with crowds of audiences. At the backstage of the performance, various staff members were preparing for the performance that would start at eight o’clock. Fang Yusi put on the clothes he would wear for the first performance and walked past the crowded. The crowd walked towards the girl sitting on one bench in a daze.

"Lingjing, the makeup is ready, right."

She said this. After a few seconds, Lingjing suddenly woke up and raised her head: "Ah! Uh...er, make-up...well..." What she did this time was not complicated. The propaganda party hoped to have a sense of intimacy prominently, so after careful sculpting for more than half an hour, it didn't seem to have changed much. She was still a beautiful and friendly girl next door, but she looked a little depressed.

Others might think that she was nervous because of her participation in such a large concert for the first time, but Fang Yusi knew how much she was an insider, and sat down and held Lingjing's hand: "What do you think?"

"No..." Lingjing's eyes flickered, "It's just...I don't know why I came to the stage..."

Fang Yusi smiled and nodded: "Didn't you say it before, it's just in front of so many people. Sing it to Jia Ming, what you want to say to him, the things you didn't have time to say before... Maybe he can hear it, um."

"Yeah." Reluctantly smiled, she nodded, Fang Yusi looked at the noisy staff walking around, and turned back: "Let’s do it, it’s too noisy inside. Although the concert is about to begin, but You can go out and walk around a little bit, just a few minutes, just remember the time when you are on stage, this is good for relaxing."

Holding Lingjing's hand slightly hard, she stood up with a smile, went to check some equipment next to her, and saw that the girl was still a little depressed even though she nodded. She knew that her words were probably not very useful. But for the time being. It doesn't matter anymore. After a while, Lingjing took out the lyrics from her bag to review. When she saw a glass vial as a pendant and a note next to it in the side pocket, she frowned, took out the note and looked at it several times, she finally stood up: "It seems... is nearby..."

For a moment, Lingjing walked out of the side entrance of the gymnasium, started the car with the borrowed key, and went to an address not too far away. About five minutes later, she rang the doorbell several times under a small building to make sure there was nothing in the house. The queen walked to a small shop next to him: "Auntie, where did the people living next door go?"

"Who are you looking for?"

"Oh, I want to know if there is a girl named Fang Guolin who lives here..."

At that moment, a certain imperceptible law interlaced the two lines of cause and effect. In the white ward, Dongfang Ruo opened his eyes!

The night is clear, and the whole city is moving, as if the whole city is moving, and the motorcade gallops out from several corners of the city, carrying the multiple forces that Yanhuang Awakens can mobilize in Jianghai at this time, and drove to the concert. The Xincheng Stadium that has already started.

At the same time, an aunt from the commissary called Fang Guolin and told her that someone had just approached her.

"Said someone wanted to give you something, I asked her to pass it on to me, but she said she would hand it over to you personally, and she left me a phone number... You said you don’t want to talk about your phone number Go out, I didn’t say anything, but the lady doesn’t look like a bad person..."

Previously, the undead hunted and killed the members of Yanhuang Awakening in the city. When Fang Guolin and others evacuated to the Dongfang’s villa, they considered someone coming to inquire about their whereabouts, so they told the shopkeeper nearby as a police officer. This incident was unexpected and inquired about Lingjing—of course, because of Dongfang Ruo’s ability, they already knew that the dust of the empty sight was in Lingjing’s hands. It was just other things, but they didn’t know. ——When the incident was reported to Fang Zhitian, there was an order for several agents near the Xincheng Stadium.

"... Be sure to protect the target from harm... For the time being, there is no need to have direct contact with the target, so let the dust of the sky stay on her. Until we reach..."

Things are very gratifying. I really took the lead here. Of course, there are still more than ten minutes before I can get something. If something happens in this short period of time, let Ye Lingjing and Gu Jiaming Relationship. She has not only the protectors arranged by herself, but also the protectors of Gloom Lyra and Gao Tianyuan, and there may even be more. From this point of view, things left on her may be better than those on her. Agents are safer. After making this call, after thinking about it for a few minutes, when he called Natalie out of cautious consideration, Fang Zhitian was really puzzled by the response from there.

"What, the dust of vision is on Ye Lingjing... Miss Dongfang noticed it?"

Having this information, Natalie changed her tone abruptly. After Fang Zhitian answered in the affirmative, he raised his voice: "Damn it! Did your people rush to it right away? The fastest! This is bad, once it is brought into the causal line..."

"What..." Fang Zhitian asked. There was a pause there, and then I heard Natalie's low voice.

"Mr. Fang, listen, the situation is very urgent now. The dust of vision is in Ye Lingjing's hands. We have known for a long time, but under such circumstances, I dare not let my people because This is related to Ye Lingjing, because not only you have the prophet. As far as I know, the other group of undead also have prophesers, and these abilities are limited. Ye Lingjing almost forgot about Kong before. The matter of seeing the dust, so no one can detect the whereabouts of the empty seeing dust, but everyone is now in an antagonistic relationship. Once this clue is connected with you, they can immediately detect it. You now understand the meaning of this matter. , You must... No, you are calling me now, I guess something has happened..."

The motorcade galloped across the straight road, and quickly threw the street lights on both sides of the road to the rear. On both sides of the road were green trees. At this time, under the light and speed, it changed indistinctly. At a certain moment, Fang Zhitian’s The voice suddenly rang in the intercom system: "Attention all groups..."

Everyone's attention is raised to the highest in an instant. at the same time. A dark shadow suddenly rushed out from the roadside!

This road is a bit remote at first, and the speed is extremely fast. Suddenly saw a figure rushing out, the driver almost subconsciously stepped on the brakes, and at the same time was about to hit the steering wheel, and then in the next moment, the black figure crashed into the side of the front Cheetah off-road vehicle. The side door was sunken and the four wheels left the ground slightly. After the two side wheels touched the ground, they almost wiped out flames on the road. Then, the car slammed into the trunk beside the road and rushed towards the fence behind the tree.

Under the light, wearing a suit, a giant named Kratos stood on the side of the road, watching the vehicles pass by him, then turned around and followed him up.

On another highway a few miles away from here, the bulletproof glass of a small car suddenly shattered without warning, and the driver's body suddenly flew out of astonishing blood from the vehicle behind. Looking over, a black-clothed man stood on the roof of the car and stayed there for only a moment. Before the car hit the road, he had jumped into the air, leaping backwards like a bat.

In the downtown area, a tough-looking off-road jeep rushed out of the red light at high speed and collided with the black convoy that was passing by at this time. The blond man in the cockpit almost flew in a white suit. After going out, his body flew more than five meters high and fell into a supermarket more than 20 meters away. When the flames of the explosion on the jeep rose, he casually got up from the collapsed shelf...

Flowers, applause, lights, big screen, in the Xincheng Stadium, the second song has passed, and it is Fang Yusi's charming smile that appears in front of everyone.

"A few years ago, my acting career had a low ebb, and I made some friends because of this. I think this is the thing I cherish the most... I don’t know how many people from Jiang Haidi remember that there was a It’s called a conceptual band. Actually, there’s no need to ask. I don’t think any friends who have ever listened to them will forget them~ IndoMTL.com~ the cutest bananas, cucumbers, eggplants, and durians that occasionally make guest appearances... Today’s invitation is not a concept band. A few years ago, because of certain things, they faced a difference, just like every one of us would face. Today I can only invite one of them, who used to be behind the mask. The figure can finally reveal the mystery today...Today I will accompany her. I hope that her singing will recall the memories of the past and the best friend ever. Everyone will not be disappointed... Welcome my friend, Ye Lingjing——"

Outside the gymnasium, the sea breeze is slightly salty, and in the cool summer night, a 22-year-old boy walked through the gravel path in the park, and the sound of the stormy waves hitting the shore was faintly audible in his ears. When he heard the name, he He stopped and looked at the splendid giant stadium not far away. For a moment, there were cheers and applause, and the voice of the girl was broadcast through the radio.

"Hello everyone, I am Ye Lingjing, and I am also... the cucumber I used to be... I am very happy to be able to meet you again on the stage..." The voice paused for a moment, "In fact, I don't know what to say. Years ago, I lost the most important person, the most important friend...At the most vigorous age...At that time, we thought of everything very simply, who knows that once we miss it... we will never see it again... He wrote this song, I want to sing it to him...I miss them so much..."

There seems to be a slight choking and choking. In the sea breeze, under the starlight of the city, the boy sits on a bench by the side of the road, listening to the melody...