Hidden Assassin: Section 224 Alilua

About Manhattan, two o'clock in the morning.

In the streets surrounded by high-rise buildings, the hustle and bustle of the city continues, the brilliant lights extend across the long street that is out of sight, the traffic is still densely shuttled, and the pedestrians on the roadside are only slightly less than during the day. The figures of homeless people, beggars, and some eccentrically dressed young people increased. The police car stopped on the side of the road. The two policemen stood by the telephone poles holding coffee and chatted. The heat mixed together. At some point, people subconsciously stopped, stretched out their hands, and looked up at the night sky of the street market surrounded by tall buildings.

Snowflakes of goose feathers fell from the sky.

As Christmas approaches, New York has the first snow of this winter.

Located in the "St. John" restaurant at the corner of the road that is open all night, through the huge floor-to-ceiling glass windows, people still resting inside are pleasantly talking about the heavy snow that is falling, compared to the previous mixed With the gentle background music but a little dull atmosphere, the arrival of this first snow undoubtedly brought new vitality to the restaurant. Everyone’s face showed a real and relaxed smile, talking about snow, talking about Some really interesting things.

This restaurant occupies an area of ​​about four to five hundred square meters. The decoration is simple and generous, and the lighting is sufficient. At this time, the store is about 80% full of customers, mostly relatively young men and women. Most of them work overnight in nearby companies and office buildings. Employees come to relax and take a break. Most of these people are drinking coffee, and some don’t know where to go on this Christmas night. Most of these people have wine in front of them, and they drink themselves without saying a word. Some people push the door from time to time. Entering, subconsciously patted the snowflakes on the shoulders, and ordered things to pack and take away at the counter.

In the corner seat near the window of the restaurant, a girl in white is sitting there. She is wearing a white tennis hat with Nike logo, under the brim is a delicate face full of oriental flavor, holding it in her hand. Flip through a book quietly. A white windbreaker is hung on the side of the chair. The warm woolen sweater outlines a somewhat poorer figure compared to the Westerners, but as an Oriental, it has a perfect figure. The woolen sweater is also white, and it seems to blend perfectly with the snow outside the window. She got up, with blue-gray trousers on her legs, one leg on the other, a cup of coffee in front of her, due to staying for a while. It seemed to be cold, but she didn't mind, occasionally put down the book, took a sip of coffee, and then smiled and looked at the snowy scenery outside the window.

Even though it is in the world city of New York, it is difficult to see such a nearly perfect Chinese girl. After a while. A mature-looking man of about 30 years old wearing restaurant work clothes came over with another cup of hot coffee and gently replaced the coffee cup in front of the girl. The girl slightly raised her head and glanced at it. He glanced at him: "I didn't ask for service."

"Your coffee is already cold. This cup is free to taste."

"Yeah." Not too surprised, the girl nodded, then lowered her eyes. Turning a page in the book in hand, he said lightly: "Thank you."

It's a little hard to speak, the man thought, maybe it's because of such inexplicable preferential treatment. Afterwards, he naturally pulled aside the chair on the other side and sat down there: "If you don't mind, I want to introduce myself, my name is Sam. Elliott. It's the chef of this restaurant, are you Chinese? "

Laughing, the woman closed the book and raised her head: "If you are the chef of this restaurant, then I think you should go back to the kitchen in the back."

The chef smiled and ignored the expulsion in her words: "Japanese?"

Shaking her head, the woman looked at the snowy street outside the window. Traffic is still coming and going crowded. The snowflakes melted when they landed on the ground. But the goose feathers and snowflakes flying all over the sky and the white vapor when people breathe still brought hints of coldness in front of her. The chef still spoke with a smile that made people feel good.

"Then I am a Chinese. I have been to China several times, Beijing, Hong Kong, Hangzhou, China is very good..."

"Thank you." The woman took a sip of coffee, then smiled and said frankly, "I hate America. If possible, I hope I don't have to come."

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From a purely artistic point of view, this is a room with absolutely no sense of beauty. Of course, in terms of pure practical performance, adequate lighting, reasonable placement, and various modern facilities and instruments, The huge display screen hung on the metal wall, the neatly arranged bookshelves, and the file folders are all based on efficiency, which is the standard American style.

"...Dear Mr. Castro, in order to express his gratitude to you, Mr. Mimori asked us to bring us this time. In addition to thanking you, there is also this copy of the next step for both of us. The cooperation plan, as we all know, the Japanese Digao Tianyuan, the Chinese Diyanhuang Awakening, and the Nordic Underworld Lyra after the last meeting have carried out a preliminary alliance, so that we are still in the defensive stage in the Asian part. The Japanese government expects stability. After they intervened, we were also subject to a lot of constraints..." The voice of the conversation remembered in the room, "There is a famous saying in China called "Lip death and tooth cold", so Mr. Mishou hopes that everyone can Putting aside previous prejudices for the time being, after New York, we will also go to South America, Australia and Europe. I hope that Mr. Castro can join hands with Mr. Mimori to launch an initiative..."

"About this matter, before you got on the plane, Mr. Mimori had already talked to me on the phone. There would be absolutely no problem." Mr. Castro who was sitting inside laughed, "However, about certain things. , There are still different opinions in the organization... Tracing back to the source, Pei Luojia was named Death Bodhi a long time ago. It originated in China. After hundreds of years of evolution, it has become the current organization scale all over the world. Obviously, in some On the one hand, essential changes have taken place. We don’t think that the integrity of the organization is necessarily good. The Peloga forces in Northern Europe are dominated by the French. At present, they have almost become a fight for Corsica’s independence. Liberal fighters, we all know that Corsica is a sacred land. It is of course an independent country. I admire their spirit, but I must admit that they are no longer called the killer. And in North America, our business is not all murderous, you know. We even participate in politics..."

There are many internal contradictions in Pei Luojia. Although the relationship between the US Department and the Japanese headquarters is relatively good, there are naturally people who are not pleasing to the eye. They speak of free Corsica, but they are pragmatic to the French

Remedially romantic emotions are very unfavorable. In their opinion, this group of stupid people can express their unique sentiments and tastes by opposing everything. Since several very unpleasant cooperations, the two sides have turned their faces, South America and North America also have some frictions, and the Australian branch has always had no sense of existence. I don’t want to see you, everyone doesn’t want to see him...

Of course, these are small things. When we need to unite, we can still unite temporarily. After all, we are facing a lot of crises. Since the last time we planned to kill James and blame Yan Huang for the failure of Awakening, the miracle of creation has also been looking for trouble with Pei Luojia from the United States. ... After talking for a while, Shuangyi talked about the most practical thing this time.

"About that Zhang Yahan. We are not trying to kill her. For a killer who is as strong as a tulip, we have always maintained a sense of awe, but since the gods acted unintentionally, both sides have There is not much room for buffering. As far as we know, even though Yanhuang Awakening has been defending this person, that Miss Tulip did not actually mean to cooperate with Yanhuang Awakening. She is a truly free person, so as long as There is a hostage she cares about, and then we can take considerable initiative here. Of course...If she kills to Japan, we can only kill her, but it will be very troublesome after all. This is unnecessary. Of..."

"We understand this. But as far as we know. Yanhuang's awakening reaction was quite fast this time, as if before that Miss Zhang arrived in the United States. Some of them were here, and they rushed over in the first time. Protected that Miss Zhang." Castro smiled, "Of course, don't worry, we will not take this protection power into our eyes, even if there is Mr. Cui Guohua, who is known as the immortal, Cui...here After all, it’s the United States. It’s more troublesome to protect than to destroy."

"Of course we understand the power of the U.S. Department." The Japanese envoy agreed with a smile, "Furthermore, Yan Huang awakened in the United States, should he be an unwelcome person, right?"

"Hehe, if we have been with the National Security Bureau in peacetime, due to the last incident, the miracle of creation is also very hostile to us. They used their influence within the government. This time they should not help both parties. , Of course...I like not to help each other."

With a grin, the phone on the table rang, and the man named Castro picked it up, and then hung up again after a while: "In fact, our people have already completed preliminary investigations. I think we can take action tomorrow. At that time, maybe Mr. Watanabe can take that Miss Zhang back to Japan. I think it will be a very pleasant journey..."

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Snowflakes are still floating, and the chef is still talking in the restaurant.

"Then we think we will have a common language. Similarly, I hate New York..."

Speaking from the heart, this is indeed a very attractive man, even if it is a bit presumptuous to strike up a conversation, but the smile is very sincere, the way of speaking is not annoying, and he does not look like a playboy, if In normal speaking, at least most girls will smile and nod in agreement. A small number of girls may even be idiots. However, before he followed the woman's words to break out the reason for hating New York, the woman looked at the road. The car next to it had already stood up with a smile, picked up the windbreaker and put the money on the table.

"It is said that by believing in the Lord, any sin will be redeemed."

When she said something like this, the man suddenly became a little confused and nodded subconsciously. Then he saw that the woman was holding a copy of the Bible. However, it seemed that it was probably the crudest and cheapest pirated copy in the world. The Bible, this is clear at a glance.

"Praise the Lord."

The voice seemed a bit ironic, but other than that, she didn't say anything else. Putting on her windbreaker, she walked straight to the door, pushing the door, and the sky was full of snowflakes.

The man opened his mouth wide and breathed out helplessly for a long time. A male waiter walked over to pack his things and smiled: "Sam? Do you get rejected too?"

"Occasionally there will always be." She smiled, but she turned her eyes out of the window involuntarily. Following the Chinese girl, she was walking towards here again along the street. Snow fell on her tennis cap and coat. Above. The scene of the market remains the same. With the bright street lights and the constant stream of traffic, two police officers chatted in the police car on the corner. A small car opened the door not far away. He got into the car with the bag, and the car seemed to be about to drive away.

In front of the window, the woman stopped, seeming to remember something, and followed the man to the parking place on the street. At this time, the man had entered the car, and the woman leaned over the window and said something. A round object can be seen faintly attached to the front window of the vehicle. For a moment, the faces and movements of the people in the car seemed a little weird.

What are they talking about?

I can't help but have such doubts in my heart~ IndoMTL.com~ Looking from the back, I saw that the woman's body seemed to move, and the glass on the front door suddenly shattered, and there was no time to react. What's wrong, the woman's windbreaker suddenly rises, holding two submachine guns in her hands, one gun is aimed at the person in the car window, and the other is just against the rush from the rear door. The head of an American coming out.

He may never forget what happened at that moment in his life.

In an instant, the gunshot sounded, even in the restaurant, you can hear clearly, through the transparent glass window, in the heavy snow flying in the sky, the head of the person burst open like a watermelon, blood Splashing, the muzzle pulled down without hesitation, the whole body was directly torn into pieces, the bullet passed through, and countless flesh and blood spread out, and it was pulled out on the ground five or six meters long in an instant. The appalling imprint.

Within a few seconds, the car was destroyed by frantic blasting and turned into a riddled appearance. Two people were shot to death inside, and one person escaped, but only a few steps away. He was hit by traffic and flew out, followed by a chaotic horn and collision sound, and a large-scale traffic accident happened in an instant.

Stretched her hand on the roof of the car, and the woman turned over the car and walked directly to the person who wanted to escape from the ground. At the same time, the two policemen in the police car at the corner responded. Come here...