Hidden Assassin: Section 443 late family portrait

Wake up from sleep, in a daze, a ray of light spills in from the gap in the curtain, and a bright gold line is drawn diagonally in the room, the fine dust is slowly spinning in the air, and the side is sleeping to death. Dead woman.

The screen of the plasma TV solidified into blue. The music that was on last night was probably because the CD was finished, and it has been stopped now. Underwear littered on the floor, various **** devices for men and women, filled with white powder Paper bags, syringes, and drug paraphernalia were scattered all over the floor. There was a rotten breath in the room. Ying Zifeng pushed away the naked woman next to him. When he sat up from the bed, he felt a headache like a curse.

I stretched out my hand to cover my forehead, and accidentally saw the scar surrounding it.

"Damn!"

He cursed, threw the pillow out of the bed, and knocked over the drugs on the small table with a crash. It was like every time he woke up in the past few years, the air around him had a psychedelic feeling that was detached from reality. Dry tongue, weak and weak, the sound of the air conditioner seemed to be ringing in his ears, dry and dull, like a hundred flies flying around, he reached out and patted a few times, walked to the window, opened the curtain, and shot in. The sunlight made him feel uncomfortable for a while, and immediately pulled it up.

It was eleven o’clock in the morning. He looked back at the half-naked woman on the bed. She was very beautiful, but what was her name? He didn’t remember it anymore. It didn’t matter. It was all for money anyway, sweetheart, cat It doesn’t matter, women, he has changed every day for the past few years, but he doesn’t pick it up. Sometimes he sleeps with ugly girls and forgets the next day. Some women may have slept three or four times. It's all for money... not bad money!

Some things, four years have passed in a blink of an eye, and his concept of time is very vague, after coming out of the nursing home. My father only talked to him once, and then ignored him. My eldest brother often came to see him. For a while his temper became very irritable, and he wanted to kill someone or something. But a friend who was able to do this kind of thing seemed to have moved away from him overnight, and later learned that it was his father's eldest brother who gave the order to die, and he was not allowed to move his mind in this regard. After that, he started taking drugs, until now, because every time he sees a wound on his arm, it makes him painful.

He put on his shirt to cover the scar on his arm. He was still wearing only a pair of trousers, and he opened the door and shouted: "Aunt Wu!" When I looked at the railing to one side, I saw a servant fainted on the ground.

"Overdose... Overdose..."

He shook his head and muttered to himself. This is when looking down on the corridor on the second floor of the villa. Only then did he find a person sitting in the living room below. He looked at that person's back. Outside the gate, a guard fell into the sun.

"Excessive... hallucinations..."

This is not the first time I have seen similar scenes in the past few years, every time it is different, but the figure is as familiar as a nightmare, or a dark space full of flesh and blood. Or the ruins of blood and fire, the demon dragged him into **** again and again and killed him. After repeating this scene countless times, he finally gained some resistance. He muttered at this moment, while staggering downstairs: "I'm not afraid of you! You are an illusion... an illusion!"

The illusion turned around, and after a glance at him, he slowly said: "Ying Zifeng, it's been a long time waiting for you to get up."

"You are an illusion..."

He staggered down into the living room and saw the figure walk over, holding a can of Coke. Then he fell on his head, and the frozen liquid flowed down from his head, causing him to be full of spirits, foamy gas rising in the air, and that face looked at him indifferently. After a while, his free gaze gradually condensed, he suddenly sat on the ground, his hands behind him desperately trying to climb the stairs: "No, no, no, it's impossible...you're dead, you're dead..."

"That's right, I thought I was dead, too." A ghost named Jia Ming stood there. Looked at the watch on the wrist. "Are you awake?"

"You can't kill me, you can't kill me..." Ying Zifeng climbed up the fifth stairs, and then he slid down again. When he was about to climb up again, Jia Ming had already walked over and squatted in front of him. In a moment, his whole body was weakened. He looked at that ordinary and cold face and subconsciously said, "You can't kill me, my dad. ...My eldest brother, they will retaliate, they will retaliate... You dare not kill me, you dare not kill me last time... They will retaliate..."

Said these words, in fact, they were the words that he kept comforting himself for so many years, that person is dead, or he did not dare to do it, just in this constant statement, he saw Jia Ming He shook his head, his eyes were a little regretful and a little confused, and then gently stretched out his hand and slapped him on the shoulder, just like a painstaking comfort.

"No way...this time is different from last time, it's not working anymore..."

Then, that hand pressed on his neck, and darkness suddenly hit.

At 11:30, Chaohai Group Corporation. Ying Haisheng and Ying Zilan received a call from the bodyguard in the elevator and learned that Ying Zifeng was kidnapped.

"Has anyone seen the kidnapper?"

"No, everyone in the villa was knocked out, and there was no record on CCTV, but we estimate that the time was half an hour ago..."

"This guy, tell him not to show off, who is causing him!"

Ying Haisheng scolded bitterly. For the second son, he used to hate iron but not steel. Since the incident happened four years ago, the status of Ying's family in Yanhuang Awakening has deteriorated. It would be nice to have given birth to this son. In the past few years, he was just letting him go, and most of the power around him was recovered. At most, he left him with the capital to spend money on girls and have fun. Who knows that this kind of thing happened again.

The matter of the emptiness and dust has made him worried, and his heart is irritable, but Ying Zilan next to him is already nervous, asking several questions in a row, and then asking him for instructions, asking him to rush to his brother's residence immediately In dealing with this matter, although he did not like the second son, the brotherhood of the eldest son was not a big deal after all. He waved his hand and said he was ready to part ways.

I was going to attend a business banquet. Today's arrangement is naturally that Ying Haisheng went to a banquet, and Ying Zilan handled the kidnapping case and walked out of the hall together under the **** of bodyguards. Both of them are thinking about whether there will be any shady behind this matter. For example, if they don’t want Fang Zhitian to see the dust, maybe Fang Zhitian kidnapped his son in turn. He just walked to the gate, father and son. The two cell phones rang at the same time, with the same number in an unfamiliar way.

"Maybe the kidnapper..."

Ying Zilan glanced at his father. Attach the phone to his ear, and then Ying Haisheng just pressed the call button: "Hello."

"It looks like you know about Ying Zifeng."

The voice on the other side of the phone was casual and indifferent. It seemed a bit familiar, but with a touch of unfamiliar indifference. During these conversations, the two of them, along with a dozen bodyguards around them, had already walked out of the Chaohai Group. The small square outside is sunny, due to the good design integrated with the surrounding buildings, the cool natural wind blows outside the door, and everyone’s clothes are hunting and hunting, waiting for their caravan to have stopped at the door. A few meters away, Ying Haisheng was silent for a second: "What do you want?"

"I'm here to deliver something." "What?"

"Family portrait... let you go to Jianghai to take the family portrait, but you have been reluctant to go. Then I will trouble you a little bit and bring it for you."

There is less than two meters away from the car in front. Ying Haisheng and Ying Zilan stopped abruptly. The wind blew past, and the pedestrians came and went in the small square. Four years of time and memory were drawn. Nearly, the memory was so deep as if they saw the ordinary but terrifying young man standing in front of them and talking. As his heart suddenly tightened, a black shadow fell from the sky.

Boom, boom——

"Ah--"

The human body flying down from dozens of stories hit the roof of the car on the side. The shattered bulletproof glass exploded and shot like a pearl. After the loud sound, the screams of the person in the air came from the air. The bodyguards rushed over from all sides to protect Ying's father and son, Ying Zilan suddenly Pushing away the bodyguards beside him, looking at the sunken roof in the front side, Ying Zifeng, who was **** and twisted, seemed to be still looking at his brother and father here, but his eyes had completely burst. Under the drag of the bodyguard, he saw the scene clearly. Ying Haisheng almost subconsciously yelled out: "Gu Jiaming. I will make everyone you valued die without a dead body!"

"...still so uncreative."

The voice on the phone sighed slightly, at the same moment. The explosion sounded suddenly. It was an exhibition room on the side of the Chaohai Group lobby. As the bomb in the lobby was detonated, flames burst out from the floor-to-ceiling windows on the side. Then, a small car on the other side suddenly broke out. Flying up to the height of the three-story building in the billowing heat, more than a dozen bodyguards pulled out their guns, almost subconsciously protecting Ying's father and son away from the hall and the trolley.

If a talented person falls from the sky and still fails to fully react, these two sudden explosions are like pressing the button of the riot. Because the explosion is in the exhibition room next to it, there is basically no one in the hall. Casualties, but at this time employees and customers in the lobby already rushed out of the gate for the first time. Everyone in the square ran away, some screamed, some fell to the ground, and the fruit in the basket was scattered all over the floor. In the wind blowing on the square, a piece of red chiffon flew into the sky.

The silk cloth was thin and wide. It was originally folded and sandwiched under a person’s armpit. It seemed that because of the impact of the explosion, the person panicked, causing the huge silk cloth to take off his hand, stretched and flew in the air, just facing The crowd of Ying's father and son came over. The two sides were only four or five meters apart at this time. Seeing that man came here, the bodyguard at the front suddenly stopped and raised his gun with both hands.

The figure in front of him was a flower, and the right hand of that person was swept out from the lower left to the upper right, and the **** that came out seemed to be only a light stroke in the air.

The silhouettes interlaced, and the gunfire did not sound. The next moment, the huge red silk cloth completely enveloped a dozen people. Outside the silk cloth, the bodyguard who raised the gun first knelt on the ground silently, blood from his Shoot out from the neck. In the silk cloth room behind, along with the confusion of the figure, the screams and gunfire continued to sound.

This silk cloth is light and thin. Under the sunshine at noon in summer, it can't block much light, and basically can't cause too much movement trouble. Walking towards them is a middle-aged man with a shameless appearance. , But at the moment when he intertwined with this group of people. Both Ying Haisheng and Ying Zilan have reacted, this is Gu Jiaming.

He makes up very casually, at most it obscures the original appearance, but he doesn't cover up his figure and basic outline too much. But none of this may matter in front of him. As he walked, the two bodyguards also raised their muzzles, and the other bodyguard hit the front and grabbed his hands, back and forth, more than ten. The famous bodyguards focused their attention almost at the same time, and each of these bodyguards has undergone rigorous training. The body was flexible and strong, but facing such a battle, the only movement Jia Ming had on his hand was to wave the **** of his right hand.

Semi-circle, diagonal swing, horizontal pull, light tap, the action looks relaxed and casual, even the Ying family can capture them. However, all the attacks seemed to have no effect in front of him. He lowered his head and walked forward, slightly sideways, slipped, and continued to walk... As he took the second step, the commanding hand danced in front of him. A continuous flow of blood has been brought out in the air. The blood line from one person's body to another person's body, throat, wrists, eyes... the blood line in the air seems to be a freehand mad grass, Ying Haisheng almost watched that hand commanded it. The eldest son's eyes and Adam's apple, then passed through the layers of guards like a phantom, and pulled on his throat.

In less than three seconds, Jia Ming walked through the crowd and smoothly pulled the cloth above. The silk flew out like a kite, the sun fell on their heads again, and more than a dozen people in the back began to fall to the ground. He still walked forward casually, putting the blood-stained blade of his right hand into his mouth. Then he raised his chest to take a picture of the washed camera, and then pressed the shutter toward the back.

In the low voice, the photo came out with a click, and he took it off. Easily popped to the rear. With the wind on the small square, the piece of paper fell in a pool of blood in front of Ying Haisheng and his son.

He passed through the chaotic crowd ahead. He stretched out his hand at the corner of the street more than ten meters away and snapped his fingers in the air: "." A taxi stopped by the side of the road, he sat in and said to the driver: "Go to the airport."

The driver stepped on the accelerator, lowered his head slightly, looked at the street from the rearview mirror, and then looked at the camera on the passenger's body: "There seems to be an accident over there, reporter?"

"Yes." He smiled slightly.

"Thank you in a hurry."

A few minutes later, the first group of police rushed to the scene, facing a dozen corpses whose throats had all been slit. The news that the person was killed was confirmed an hour later. At more than two o’clock in the afternoon, the flight from Guangzhou to Jianghai arrived on time. Jia Ming, who had returned to his original costume, walked out of the airport lobby and stepped onto the blazing river again. He bought a pair of sunglasses in a shop near the airport to cover it. Lived with a little blank eyes.

He still remembers the city and many things, but the feelings contained in those memories have become somewhat alienated under the overlap of the pain of four years and the memories of the two lives, as if the name is Lingjing and Shasha The girl who was killed by him in a certain segment and left sadly in a certain segment is like the coldness and love in the heart, the killer's heart and full of guilt, the conflicting memories of Pei Luojia and the plain student days, All those things are still in his memory, but they have been cut to pieces by the unbearable pain, which makes him have to stop again and examine himself at this time. The past and the future of this city alternate in his mind. With.

A taxi stopped beside him~IndoMTL.com~ He shook his head, and stood at the fork in the road for a while, he chose a direction and started walking, the sun was scorching, and he kept walking forward. Looking at everyone in this city, every car, every shop, every billboard, I picked up the fragments of memory again.

At the same moment, Fang Zhitian and others in a corner of the city are in a huge crisis and difficult problems. In the past four years, Ying Haisheng’s forces have no longer held the same pivotal position in the Yanhuang Awakening. If there are problems in peacetime, the forces of the party can naturally swallow everything from the other side along the way, but in the current situation, they no longer have such a leisurely advantage. The undead that appeared a few days ago can't even keep the troops out. Down, although they caused huge damage at that time, now they are also likely to counterattack at any time, the shadow of death is shrouded in the heads of every member of the Yanhuang Awakening in Jianghai, Ying Haisheng’s death, the mysterious killer who appeared in Guangzhou , Whether it is Pei Luojia who has fallen into trouble or other dark organizations that want to fish in troubled waters, the fear will be the last straw that will crush the camel's back.

No matter darkness or light, in the small martial arts hall on the other corner of the city, a woman named Lingjing was sitting in front of the window, watching the song scores on the desk and singing softly, for Fang Yusi’s concert tonight. She is preparing for the cameo performance, and no matter how focused she is, what exists in her heart at this time, except for the sadness of heartbreak, is still confused about the future. The woman who has the same mood as her and is like a twin is now Looking from the balcony of a building hundreds of meters away, when the wind blows, the hair around the ears is raised...