Hidden Assassin

Standing high-rise buildings, crowded traffic, buildings on both sides of the road up and down, and large colorful billboards. It is approaching Christmas and the weather is getting cold. The bustling crowds on both sides of the street have already put on thick winter clothes and thick suits. , a salesman in a hurry with a briefcase between them, a tall and slender woman in fashionable clothes shopping together, a teenager in a hip-hop outfit and a sports cap, an urban white-collar worker who stops in front of a newsstand holding a coffee, picks up a After paying for the newspaper, they hurried away again, with white skin, yellow skin, black skin, blond hair, black hair, hair dyed in various colors, er, and bald head... The flow of people stopped for a while at the crowded intersection, and they stayed until The tide of traffic passed by, the green light on the sidewalk turned on, and the pedestrians waiting on both sides rushed towards each other, and were separated by the traffic again after a while.

Shops near and far are already decorating and decorating for the coming Christmas. On the opposite side of the street, a huge promotional signboard for Christmas is being slowly hoisted. The bright colors make it particularly eye-catching. , The crowd who walked below subconsciously avoided a certain distance. The sky is bright, and when viewed from the side, tall buildings seem to cut the sky into trapezoidal strips. In this narrow space surrounded by various huge brightly colored billboards, millions of people are crowded Between the valley-like streets, waiting, walking, and stopping, like cells, take trivial items and life from here to there, maintaining the vitality of this behemoth-like city.

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

Wearing white and thin patient clothes. With a pair of slippers on her feet, a melon-seeded face and a long ponytail tied with a simple red string behind her head, a woman with a standard oriental beauty face stood in the corridor, her hands gently touching the wall that sealed the entire 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 puffiness on her body has gone, so she has lost weight. Appears slimmer and thinner than ever.

This is a medical institution located in the most prosperous area of ​​Manhattan. It is more appropriate to say that it is a medical institution than a research institute. This medical research institute has a long-standing reputation in the industry, but it is not a conventional hospital. They are more It is only responsible for development and research at the time. If you are sick and want to be treated here, you will have to spend a lot of money without exception. It is best to have a good family background, precisely because of this. There are not many patients received here, but it can occupy a place in the most expensive location 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 had been brought under control, her body had subsided from the swelling, and she had entered the recovery stage. However, nephrotic syndrome is one of the most stubborn diseases, and it doesn't mean anything to get better once, because it won't take long. It may recur due to a small opportunity, such as catching a cold-this is difficult to avoid in patients with weak resistance due to the disease. Zhang Jingan sent her here in a hurry, just to find a better way to cure her.

This trip. It was a bit hasty for her. Her father only said once before that he was in contact with New York, and then he sent her on the plane that night. It's not that she had any objection to such an arrangement, but Before that... she was still waiting for that person.

No matter, no matter, see him after he is cured...

The relationship between Yahan and her father. Not much has gotten better since the plunge into the Cold War a few years ago. Although I understand my father's concern for me. But because of Liu Wenli's incident a few years ago, she also clearly realized it. When necessary, the father who puts the interests of the family first will still marry himself off as a bargaining chip, probably because he realizes the disharmony in this relationship. In Jianghai, one phone call a day to find out the situation.

Yahan, who has lived in the UK for three years, has nothing to adapt to the American environment, and these two days basically stayed in the hospital for various examinations, simple injections and medicines, and did not go out at all. During this period of time, my little mother has already made preparations to take advantage of Christmas to travel and shop in New York City. She is also ready to temporarily forget her troubles and have fun in New York for a while, just as my little mother said. It is said that shopping is the panacea for women to heal everything.

Looking at the scene of the street outside the window for a while, she started walking along the corridor on the floor. Most of this floor is the research room, and the other half is the ward. Although there are few people, there is room after all. The whole corridor , plus a nurse who just passed by, about four or five people. Walking outside the door of a ward, she vaguely heard someone talking in English, the accent was a bit different from the British one, and she couldn't hear it clearly for a while, and at this moment, the door opened with a bang, Knock her to the ground.

Coming out of the room were two young men with visibly complex expressions. They were pushing the door out excitedly. When they saw Yahan who had been knocked to the ground, they couldn't help being stunned for a moment. Then the two looked at each other. One person questioned in English, this time Yahan could hear clearly, the two probably thought she was eavesdropping on the conversation inside, the person said, he grabbed Yahan's skirt and pulled her away. stand up.

"Say, who are you!"

"Why do you want to eavesdrop..."

"Who ordered you to come, the Gambino family? Or the Kolobo family..."

"What are you guys talking about! Let me go!" The two of them were probably used to domineering, but Yahan was not the kind of woman who would be bullied. The bodyguard she brought was not with her, so she clasped her hands together, She slashed on the man's elbow, and when the man let go, she had already grabbed the man's shoulders and collar, swept his calf just right, and threw him to the ground with both hands.

This series of simple moves made him fluent, but because his illness was only recovering, he really didn't have much strength in his body, so he took a step back and his head was slightly dizzy. When another person saw his companion fell to the ground, he wanted to rush up. At this moment, a figure inserted between the two.

"Alas... What's the matter, if you have something to say, speak slowly, if you have something to say slowly...".

The figure blocked the two people who were about to rush over with one hand, and he was not tall and burly.

He was only about 1.7 meters tall, and wearing a yellow sports cap, blocked both of them for a while, and just said: "Speak slowly if you have something to say. It's a misunderstanding, it's a misunderstanding, speak slowly if you have something to say, Don't hit me..."

While talking, the two of them simply moved their hands at the guy who came to meddle, but the guy swayed twice and escaped easily. When one of them was about to catch Yahan, another The hand grabbed his clothes, and for a moment, the man seemed to be dodging and pulling randomly, and the two of them could not reach Yahan. It couldn't hurt him at all. Yahan looked at it for a while, but recognized that this person's footwork was obviously Chinese martial arts. Although he looked flustered, he was obviously much stronger than himself.

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

Suddenly, the voice fell, and the farce that was as lively as a market just now came to an end in an instant. Following the man's sudden punch, the two fell to the ground with a bang. The man raised his hand with a smile, he looked 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 that they are not growing up: "I said it was a misunderstanding, don't hit me again...uh..."

"fuck!" With this ~ a pistol. Aim at the man's forehead. The Chinese man raised his hand. But at the same time, the other hand was on the barrel of the pistol. Appearing behind the round-faced man was a tall foreign man, wearing a neat suit, holding a bouquet of flowers, frowning: "What are you doing?"

"Uh..." These two groups obviously knew each other. As soon as the gun was held, the foreign man with the gun obviously panicked, "Jo, Mr. Joseph, this woman eavesdropped on our conversation..."

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

"Where is it?" The pleasant-looking man also raised his hand and said, "They opened the door carelessly, knocked down the young lady, and slandered her for eavesdropping."

The man named Joseph glanced at several people, and then nodded to Yahan: "I'm sorry, they are wrong... Apologize!" The second half of the sentence was obviously addressed to the two foreigners.

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

"Feel sorry……"

Both of them were obviously very afraid of this man named Joseph, hesitated for a moment, and apologized reluctantly, but Joseph didn't say much, and entered the room with a bouquet, and then closed the door. Outside the door, a man with a pleasant appearance nodded to Yahan and said in Chinese: "Chinese?"

Yahan nodded slightly.

"What a coincidence, I didn't expect to see Chinese people here, so do I. You can call me Mantou, and my hometown is in Beijing."

Mantou smiled and 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 she turned around and walked back, scratching her hair in confusion. After a while, he looked around and couldn't help laughing at himself. smile.

Walking to the side, he took out an mp3 from his pocket and pressed it: "Boss, something happened, and I have reached the target. The failure is that she doesn't seem to be interested in communicating with me. The beauty is indeed a beauty. I Guess it's my display of advanced martial arts that aroused her subconscious vigilance... Also, why are there people from the Mafia in this hospital? I saw Joseph of the Salier family just now, although he has always managed relatively well-known patients. Light business, but will it have any impact on our incident?"

"Probably not." After a while, a voice came from the other side, "The one who went in was Joseph's younger brother, who was shot a while ago, because Joseph also owns shares in this research institute. What happened, they should be just trivial things. However, in view of the fact that you said before that your appearance and temperament can kill men and women, I would like to express my sincere eyes to you on behalf of the entire anti-terrorism team. and ardent contempt for..."

"Cut...Brother Guohua, I just think we don't need to be so unreasonable. She has no enemies and no little girls. Once she goes abroad, so many of us have to be arranged to protect her. I think, as long as I am here, protect her." Is that enough for the head of state? Does it take so much trouble to please a tulip?"

"That's right." On the other side of the headset, Cui Guohua chuckled, "So Guolin and the others have already gone out to travel and hang out. This glorious and difficult task will be entrusted to you alone, Mantou. If you are in danger, you can count on your luck."

"...you are too shameful."

"In the past, going abroad to such a big place was a task. Now I finally have some free time. Of course, it is worthwhile to go shopping... Hehe, in fact, Guolin and the others are looking for news about Pei Luojia in North America based on your information. As for Tulip, you have been in the United States all these years, so it might be hard to understand if you don’t experience it for yourself, but since we happen to be in New York, and there are such orders from above, we should do our best. The best chance for Tulip to show her sincerity, that person...I really want to meet her too..."

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

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

"Sheratontan. (Sheraton Manhattan Hotel)" said lightly, it was a pure and authentic New York accent, the driver drove on the road as he said, and inside the car, the woman took off her light red sunglasses, reflected in the mirror, It belongs to Jian Suyan's exquisite face full of oriental beauty, elegant, quiet, and heroic. Only in the slightly furrowed brows, there is a hint of sharpness, like the quietest clouds before the storm....