Hidden Assassin: The eve of the 221st storm

The tall buildings, the crowded traffic, the buildings on both sides of the road, there are large and colorful billboards, and the weather is getting cold as Christmas is approaching, and the bustling people on both sides of the street have already put on thick winter clothes. A clerk in a thick suit and a briefcase in a hurry, a tall beauty in fashionable dress who is shopping together, a teenager in a hip-hop costume and a sports cap, an urban white-collar worker who stops slightly in front of the newsstand with a coffee, and I picked up a newspaper and paid for it and hurried away. White skin, yellow skin, dark skin, blond hair, black hair, colorfully dyed hair, uh, bald head...the flow of people stopped at a crowded intersection. When the torrent of traffic passed by, the green light on the sidewalk was lit, and the pedestrians waiting on both sides swarmed in relatively, and were separated by the traffic after a while.

The shops near and far are already embellishing and decorating for the upcoming Christmas. On the opposite side of the street, a huge promotional sign for Christmas is slowly being hung up. The colors are bright and it looks exceptional. It is eye-catching, and the people who walked below subconsciously bypassed a certain distance. The sky is bright and beautiful. Looking from the side, the tall buildings seem to cut the sky into long trapezoidal strips. In this narrow space surrounded by various huge bright billboards, millions of people are crowded. Between the valley-like streets, waiting, walking, and stopping, like cells, bring trivial objects and sections of trivial life from here to there, maintaining the vitality of this giant city like a beast.

December 19, 1998, New York, Manhattan, one of the most prosperous places in the world.

Wear a clean and thin patient gown. There is a pair of slippers on the feet, the melon face and the back of the head are tied with a simple red rope and a long ponytail. A woman with a standard oriental beauty is standing in the corridor, her hands lightly touching the space that closes the whole space. The transparent glass window is looking at everything on the street below. Due to the illness during this period, his weak face looks a little pale, but his eyes seem to be more agile. The swelling on her body has disappeared, so she has lost weight. Appears slimmer and thinner than ever.

This is a medical institution located in the most prosperous part of Manhattan. It is more appropriate to say that it is a medical institution. Perhaps it is better to say that it is a research institute. This medical research institute has a long-standing reputation in the industry, but it is not the kind of conventional hospital. More often, they are only responsible for development and research. If they want to be treated here, they will spend a lot of money without exception, and it is best to have a good family background. It is precisely because of this. There are not many patients here, but it can occupy a place in the most expensive area in the world, with the best medical equipment and perfect medical environment.

She arrived here the day before yesterday. In fact, before arriving here, her condition has been controlled, her body has been swollen, and she has entered the stage of recovery. However, nephrotic syndrome is one of the most stubborn conditions. It doesn't mean anything to get better once, because it won't be long. It may recur due to a small opportunity, such as catching a cold, which is difficult to avoid in patients who are inherently weak due to the disease. Zhang Jingan sent her hurriedly, just to find a better way to cure her.

This trip. It was a bit hasty for her. Her father only said that she was in contact with New York once before, and then he swiftly sent her on the plane that night. It was not that she had any slander about this arrangement, it was just that Before that... she was still waiting for that person.

Never mind or not, let's go see him after healed...

The relationship between Yahan and his father. There has been no improvement since the beginning of the Cold War a few years ago. Although he understands his father's concern for himself. But because of Liu Wenli's affairs a few years ago, she also clearly realized. When necessary, his father still uses himself as a bargaining chip to marry out when necessary. He probably realized the disharmony of this relationship. This time it was just the little mother who accompanied her to New York. Zhang Jingan only In Jianghai, one phone call a day to understand the situation.

Yahan, who has lived in the UK for three years, has nothing to adapt to the environment in the United States. In addition, for these two days, she basically stayed in the hospital for such and other examinations, simple injections and medicine, and did not go out at all. During this period of time, Xiao Mom was ready to travel and shop in New York City during Christmas. She was also ready to forget her troubles for a while, and have fun in New York for a while, just as Xiao Mom said. Said that shopping is the panacea for women to heal everything.

Seeing the street scene outside the window for a while, she walked around the floors along the corridor. Most of this floor was a research room, and half of this floor was a ward. Although there were few people, there was land after all. The entire corridor, plus a nurse who just passed by, is about four or five people. When I walked to the door of a ward, I vaguely heard someone talking in English. The accent was a little different from that in the UK. She didn't hear clearly for a while. At this time, with a bang, the door opened. Hit her to the ground.

Coming out of the room were two young men who obviously looked a little unkind. They were pushing the door with a little excitement. When they saw Yahan who was hit on the ground, they were stunned for a while, and then they looked at each other. At a glance, one of them questioned in English. This time Yahan heard clearly. The two probably thought she was eavesdropping outside the door. As the man said, he grabbed Yahan by the skirt and moved She pulled it up.

"Say, who are you really!"

"Why overhear..."

"Who instructed you to come, from the Gambino family? Or the Kolob family..."

"What are you...what are you talking about! Let me go!" These two people are probably used to domineering, but Yahan is not the kind of woman who is bullied. The bodyguard is not by her side. She has both hands. Yihe slammed on the man’s elbow, and when the man’s hand loosened, she had grabbed the man’s shoulder and collar, swept her calf just right, and threw him down on her hands. To the ground.

This series of simple moves made it smooth, but because the illness was getting better, there was really no strength in the body, so I stepped back and my head was slightly dizzy. When the other person saw his companion fell to the ground, he was about to rush up. At this time, a figure was inserted between the two.

"Ugh...what's the matter? Speak slowly if you have something, speak slowly if you have something..."

The figure has a hand, blocking the two people who are about to rush over, and he is not too tall and burly

Only about 1.7 meters, wearing a yellow sports cap, but blocked both of them for a while, and just said: "If you have something to say slowly. It is a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding, and a slow talk. Speak slowly, don't hit me..."

While they were talking, the two of them simply moved their hands at the guy who came to blend in. However, this person shook his body twice and escaped easily, until one of them was about to catch Yahan. He grabbed his clothes again, and for a while, the man seemed to dodge and pull in a disorderly manner, and the two of them were unable to reach Yahan. He couldn't hurt him any more. Yahan looked at it for a while, but recognized that this man's footwork was obviously Chinese martial arts. Although he seemed flustered, he was obviously much better than himself.

"Don't hit me... if you have something to say slowly, I'll count to three, let's stop together, okay if we stop, I've counted, oh... three!"

Suddenly, the voice dropped, and the farce that was just as lively as a market also came to an end in an instant. With the sudden punch of the man, the two fell to the ground with a bang. The man smiled and raised his hand, looking like a yellow man who was only about twenty years old. The body is not fat, but the face is round and looks quite pleasing, giving people a feeling of not growing up: "I said it was a misunderstanding, don't fight...er..."

"k!" With this ~ a pistol. Pointed at the man's forehead. The Chinese man raised his hand. But at the same time, the other hand was holding the barrel of the pistol. Appearing behind the round-faced man was a tall foreign man, wearing a straight suit, holding a bunch of flowers, and frowned: "What are you doing?"

"Uh..." The two groups clearly knew each other. As soon as the gun was held, the foreign man holding the gun was obviously panicked, "Joe, Mr. Joseph, this woman is eavesdropping on our words... "

"I didn't!" Yahan said with staring eyes.

"Where is it." The lovable man also raised his hands and said, "They accidentally opened the door, knocked down this lady, and slandered her for eavesdropping."

The man named Joseph glanced at several people, and then nodded to Yahan: "I'm sorry, they are not right...apologize!" The last half sentence was obviously to the two foreigners.

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"But... uh... I'm sorry."

"Sorry..."

Both of them were obviously afraid of the man named Joseph. He hesitated for a moment and apologized somewhat reluctantly. Then Joseph didn't say much, took the bouquet into the room, and then closed the door. Outside the door, the pleasant-looking man nodded to Yahan and said in Chinese: "Chinese?"

Yahan nodded gently.

"It's a coincidence. I didn't expect to see Chinese people here. So did I. You can call me steamed buns. My hometown is in Beijing."

Mantou smiled, stretched out his hand, Yahan smiled slightly, and touched it symbolically: "Thank you."

The man named Mantou on the opposite side seemed to want to say something, but the beautiful woman in front of him nodded, but turned around and walked back, scratching his hair somewhat puzzledly. After a while, he looked at both sides. Can not help but laughed self-deprecatingly.

Walking to the side, he took out an MP3 from his arms and clicked: "Boss, something has happened, and I have already contacted the target. What failed is that she seems to have no interest in communicating with me. The beauty is really Beauty, I guess it’s the profound martial arts that I showed that caused her subconscious vigilance... Also, how come Mafia people are in this hospital, and I just saw Joseph, the land of the Salier family, although he has always managed it. It’s a relatively visible business, but will it have any impact on our situation this time?"

"Probably not." A moment later, there was a voice. "It was Joseph's brother who went in. He was shot some time ago because Joseph also has shares in this research institute. He moved in. Relatively As far as possible things happen, they should be just trivial things. However, in view of your appearance and temperament that you said before that men and women kill each other, I would like to express this to you on behalf of the entire anti-terrorism team. With sincere eyes and ardent contempt..."

"Cut...Guohua brother, I just think we don’t have to be so unreasonable. She has no enemies of any kind. Once abroad, we have to arrange so many of us to protect her. I think, as long as there is I’m here. Isn’t that enough to protect the head of state? Does it take so much trouble to please a tulip?"

"Yes." On the earphone, Cui Guohua chuckled, "So Guolin and the others have already gone out to travel and hang out. These glorious and arduous tasks are about to be handed over to you, classmate Mantou. , If it is really dangerous, please ask for more blessings."

"...you are too shameful."

"In the past, going abroad to such a large place was a task~IndoMTL.com~ Now I finally have some free time, of course, it is cost-effective to go shopping... Haha, in fact, Guolin and the others are searching for relevant information based on your information. The news of Pei Luojia from North America is gone. As for Tulips, you have been in the United States for these years. I’m afraid it’s hard to understand if you don’t experience it in person. But since we happen to be in New York and there is such an order on it, let’s do it well. This time Jiang Hai The incident in the city happened to be our best opportunity to show our sincerity to Tulip. That person... I really want to see her..."

"If it's a beautiful woman." Mantou rolled his eyes, "I want to meet too and talk to her."

While the two were having this boring conversation in a dedicated intercom system, a plane from China landed on time at the Kennedy International Airport about 20 kilometers southeast of Manhattan. Not long after , A woman wearing a white stand-collar windbreaker and light red sunglasses walked out of the airport gate, carrying a small suitcase, and stopped a taxi.

"ntan. (Sheraton Manhattan Hotel)" spoke faintly. It was a pure and authentic New York accent. The driver drove onto the highway. In the car, the woman took off the light red sunglasses and reflected in the mirror. What came out belonged to Jian Suyan's delicate face full of oriental beauty, elegant, quiet, and heroic. Only in that slightly frowned brow, there is a hint of sharpness, like the quietest cloud before the storm...