Hidden Assassin

In the evening, the setting sun sprinkled magnificent golden colors in the sky, and the inside and outside of the Dongfang Villa seemed to be shrouded in a layer of halo. Fang Zhitian stood on the balcony on the second floor, looking at the golden fountain in the garden , finger tapping on the railing beside the balcony. Far and near were soldiers or agents on guard. People came in and out, busy. He rubbed his forehead with his fingers. After a while, there was a knock on the door, and it was Dongfang Linghai who came in.

"Everyone has watched the surveillance video from Guangzhou and is analyzing it. However, there is too little information, so it is difficult to draw a definite conclusion. I think... we should consider giving up the dust of nothingness..."

Fang Zhitian nodded, with a tired smile: "Did no one think that Gu Jiaming came back? The surveillance cameras around him couldn't even capture his back clearly for such a clean attack, at least he was a top-level Pei Luojia." Killer level, not to mention the family photo at the scene..."

"So everyone thinks that this matter should have nothing to do with the undead in Jianghai. They indeed have skills and qualities that far surpass ordinary people, but in terms of assassination skills, they will never be as proficient as this person, but Gu Jiaming... It should be Pei Luojia's killer's suspicion. As for the best result, it is probably that the real Miss Jian Suyan came back..."

"But we haven't determined which one is true..." Fang Zhitian smiled and shook his head, and went out with Dongfang Linghai, "I have thought about giving up the dust of emptiness. In fact, according to the current Judging from the intelligence, neither we nor the undead know the whereabouts of Kongjianzhichen. Li Yunxiu has not yet woken up in Europe. I put it in someone's package and sent it to Jiang Hai. Since both parties are not clear, as long as we can take a certain advantage in intelligence, we still have a chance. Whether I can leave is secondary. The power transfer of the Ying family, am I right? It doesn't make much sense to go there in person."

"Various forces will definitely intervene. If Ying Haisheng's death is not done well economically, the loss will probably be tens of billions. Money is actually secondary..." Dongfang Linghai sighed, "Ying Haisheng participated or understood There are hundreds of state secrets in the country, and this aspect is the most important. Although Guangzhou has been blocked, and people in various provinces and cities have already started operations, but Ying Haisheng used to guard us too much, and this has become the most troublesome Regarding the matter, I received a call just now, and the Chaohai Group has just uncovered two spies. They should be agents arranged by the United States. It took only three or four hours for the incident to happen, and they have already started to act. I don’t know how many there are. Old Fang, what I’m most afraid of now is that they will target you..."

Talking and walking, several teams from Yanhuang Awakening lived in the villa at this time, making a lot of noise, passing through the corridor on the second floor, and when they reached the stairs, they saw Dongfang Lu subconsciously spinning his mobile phone, frowning Thinking about something. Fang Zhitian stopped and said hello: "Xiaolu, have you watched the video? What do you think?"

Dongfang Lu has always been trained to be the successor of the Dongfang family. Although he has been involved in many things, he does not belong to the combat establishment, and is not considered a formal administrative establishment now. This kind of surveillance video that is classified as confidential, theoretically speaking, he You have to wait until you understand the matter or you are formally invited to see it, but theory and reality are naturally two different things. Understanding what Fang Zhitian meant by asking this question, he nodded: "I've seen it, it shouldn't be Gu Jiaming, the reason is very simple, if he comes back, he will definitely go to people like Ye Lingjing or Zhang Yahan as soon as possible , for Ying Jia...he doesn't care so much..."

"Heh... It seems that I can confirm it, I really... miss it..." Fang Zhitian smiled, "I heard that you broke up with your girlfriend recently?"

"Um."

"It is said that men only grow up after falling out of love. Come on." He patted him on the shoulder. Fang Zhitian and Dongfang Linghai walked towards the end of the corridor and pushed open the door at the end. A white ward appeared in front of the two of them. In the ward, Dongfang Ruo was still sleeping deeply.

Looking at the unconsciously thin person. Fang Zhitian closed his eyes. Sighed slightly...

Decision makers are most afraid of their positions being disturbed. Unable to make a conscious decision. If Ruo Ruo's ability can really be brought into play. Its significance to a country is immeasurable. And facing such a powerful undead. If they are enemies controlled by Pei Luojia. The dust of nothingness seems to be the only chance. But how much of his selfishness is contained in this. Is the current sacrifice really worth it? Ying Haisheng died suddenly. The pressure came from all sides. He is facing the ground. It is no longer as simple as a headache...

It was past six in the afternoon. The setting sun still looks brilliant in the mountains. Cemetery Hill on the outskirts of the city. Yahan squatted in front of the tombstone. Look a little dazed.

At this point in time. The cemetery sweepers who came over have basically gone back. In fact, it is not a special day. There are basically few people here. She came here just after get off work. Women's suits, knee-length skirts, stockings, high heels. Squat on the ground at this time. Tightly. The lines are very alluring. she wonders sometimes. If Jiaming is here. Or maybe he likes her the way she is now. Jia Ming is not here anymore. He is no longer in this world either. But she still wished he could see it somewhere.

Originally, he planned to go back to eat with Taotao after work. After dinner, take her out to watch a concert. Who knows that I received a call in the afternoon. Afterwards, he came here by a strange spell. Ying's three fathers and sons died. She couldn't say how happy she was. But the chase that happened in Jiang Haidi back then. For the former Jiaming, it has a certain stage significance. Later they lived together for more than three months. She knows these things. From that day on. He gave up the light and hope in his life. To the quagmire of death.

But in this case. Ying's father and son exerted almost no influence. That's just the sign. But it has no real meaning. What is really meaningful is that he and Ling quietly parted. It's Lingjing getting on the plane. The moment Rusha boarded the boat. Therefore, the father and son died three times. She felt a little dazed. No need to be happy. There's no need to be sad either. She wanted to visit Jiaming because of this incident. But I really feel that things are not worth mentioning. So I stayed here for a long time. .

Naturally, she often comes to this tomb, talking and sitting for a while. In autumn, dandelions often fly over. She places those dandelions one by one in front of the monument and watches them being blown away. Withered and yellow wormwood, and sometimes paper flowers blowing around, everything follows my heart, like spending a freehand afternoon with my best friend, talking about Taotao's recent affairs. Insipid. Except in winter, I generally don't cry.

When talking to Ling Jing, it means waiting for him, on the other hand. She felt more: Jia Ming was probably dead. But to her, this is not a paradox, and it is not unreasonable to wait for a dead person. She is so stubbornly persisting in this mood now.

"Before... I told you earlier that Lingjing is going to perform as a guest at Fang Yusi's concert tonight...I plan to take Taotao to listen...I guess you are not interested in the Ying family's affairs...I agreed to Taotao Tao wants to go back to eat with her, and she should be scolded when she goes back... Today I was supposed to be with you, but with my daughter..."

She spoke softly and stood up. Among the mountains, the sunset finally turned from golden to orange.

The time was 6:40 p.m. on July 12, 2004. Ye's Martial Arts Hall had already closed its doors. Just a few minutes ago, Ling Jing had left the Martial Arts Hall with Julian and the others' vehicles, and set off to Going to the Xincheng Gymnasium in Jianghai City where the concert will be held soon, Ye Han is sorting out some things in the back room, and calling his wife who is still in the hospital by the way, no matter what. This is a major event in the daughter's life, and neither of them wants to miss it.

"...Surgery? Can't ask for leave? How could this happen... What about Dr. Lin, what if he's not there? Today is Lingjing's first performance on stage..."

Her daughter's debut was unexpectedly met with her wife's sudden overtime at the hospital. Ye Han, who has always been meek, couldn't help but raise his voice at this time, feeling a little helpless. As he was speaking, someone knocked on the door from behind: "Isn't Lingjing at home?"

"Oh, Lingjing and her teacher have already gone to the Xincheng Gymnasium where the concert was held. Are you sent by Ms. Fang...Wait a minute..." She turned her head slightly. At this time, the sky was dim, and the lights outside the martial arts hall were turned off and the gate was closed. The figure was a little unclear, he said something, and the footsteps seemed to start to go out, and he said to the phone, "Look, Miss Fang has already called someone to come over, and Lingjing is a little late to go out, I don't know Are you in good condition...I'll go to your hospital and wait for you. Didn't you tell the dean, anyway, Doctor Lin and the others rushed over and you will withdraw...I'll wait for you, I'll wait for you, that's all..."

Hanging up the phone, the person outside had disappeared at this time, Ye Han frowned, and seemed to think of something vaguely, he stood there for a while, and was about to walk into the house, but the feeling in his heart became more and more serious. Intense, finally turned around and ran out of the door, standing on the street, far and near, the buildings inside and outside the community have been lit up, there are people coming and going on the street, bicycles, and the air is full of words like "off work" , "dinner" and "relaxation", the sun gradually faded its last flames in the west, and the street lamps and car lights gradually lit up. On this ordinary midsummer dusk, he stood by the roadside for a while, but finally failed to The person who knocked on the door just now turned around and went home, changed his clothes, and prepared to go to his wife's hospital...

More than an hour later, in the ward of Dongfang's villa, Ruoruo opened her eyes and sat up with her bloodless and weak body supported. When the doctor and other people arrived, her breathing was short of breath, as if she was about to panic at any moment. It may be like suffocation. After a few minutes, under the action of oxygen, the symptoms gradually eased. Looking at the people in front of her, she spoke for the first time in many days.

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

Back to 20 minutes ago, the sun has completely lost its dominance over the sky of the city. This day is the 24th day of the fifth lunar month. The moon is as thin as eyebrows. There is a beautiful starry sky in the night. The brightly lit scene of the Xincheng Gymnasium looks like a bright moon sitting by the sea. Fang Yusi's first tour in Jianghaidi is about to start, and the admission is coming to an end. Now there are still many people stranded outside the gymnasium. Most of these people have not bought tickets, but because of Fang Yusi's appeal, they are still waiting for someone to come Opportunities for temporary transfer of tickets.

It radiates around from the semicircular Xincheng Gymnasium. Nearby is a seaside park that integrates greening and entertainment, and the green trees and flower beds in the lights are a cool and pleasant scene. The inside of the gymnasium was noisy and the audience was full. In the backstage of the performance, various staff members were intensively preparing for the performance that would start at eight o'clock. Fang Yusi put on the clothes he would wear for the first performance. Walking through the crowd, he walked towards the girl who was sitting on a bench beside her in a daze.

"Lingjing, the makeup is ready."

After she said this, a few seconds later, Ling Jing suddenly woke up and raised her head: "Ah! Uh...uh, make-up...ok..." What she did this time was not complicated The propagandist wanted to highlight the intimacy of her outfit, so after more than half an hour of careful sculpting, it seemed that there was not much change. She is still a beautiful and friendly girl next door, but she looks a little bit out of her mind.

Others might think that she was nervous because she participated in such a large-scale concert for the first time, but Fang Yusi is someone who knows the inside story. He sat down and held Ling Jing's hand: "What are you thinking about?"

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

Fang Yusi nodded with a smile: "Didn't I say it, just think it is in front of so many people, and sing it to Jiaming, what you want to say to him, what you didn't have time to say before... maybe he can I heard that, um."

"Yeah." With a forced smile, she nodded, and Fang Yusi looked around and walked around. The noisy staff turned around again: "Well, it's too noisy inside. Although the concert is about to start, you can go out and walk around for a few minutes. Just remember the time to go on stage. It's good for relaxing. good."

Holding Lingjing's hand slightly, she smiled and stood up. Go to check some of the utensils next to her, and see that the girl nodded but still looks a little lost. She knows that her words are probably not very useful, but for the time being, it doesn't matter. After a while, Lingjing took out the lyrics from her bag to review, and when she saw a glass vial as a pendant in the side pocket and the note next to it, she frowned and took out the note to read it several times. She finally stood up: "It seems...it's nearby...".

moment. Lingjing walked out of the side door of the gymnasium and started the car with a borrowed key. Going to an address not too far away, about five minutes later, she rang the doorbell several times in a small building, and after confirming that there was no one in the house, she walked to a small shop next to her: "Auntie, may I ask the person who lives next door to Where is it?"

"Who are you looking for?"

"Oh, I wonder if there is a girl named Fang Guolin living here..."

At that moment, some kind of hidden law intertwined the two lines of cause and effect. In the white ward, Dongfang Ruo opened his eyes!

The night was clear and clear, at five past eight, it seemed as if the whole city was in motion. The convoy sped out from several corners of the city, carrying the multiple forces that Awakening Yanhuang could mobilize in Jianghai at this time, heading to the place where the concert had already started. New Town Stadium.

At the same time, an aunt from the canteen called Fang Guolin and told her that someone had come to her just now.

"It was said that someone wanted to send you something, and I asked her to pass it on to me, but she said she would hand it over to you personally, and left me a phone number... You said not to share your phone number, I I didn't say anything, but that lady doesn't look like a bad person..."

Before the undead hunted and killed the members of Yanhuang Awakening in the city, when Fang Guolin and the others evacuated to Dongfang's villa, they had considered that someone would come to inquire about their whereabouts, so they told the owner of the canteen next door about it as a policeman , but they didn't expect that it was Lingjing who came to inquire - of course, because of Dongfang Ruo's ability, they already knew that the dust of emptiness was in Lingjing's hands, but they didn't know about other things - ---When this matter was reported to Fang Zhitian, he was giving orders to several agents who were near the Xincheng Gymnasium.

"...Be sure to protect the target from harm... There is no need to have direct contact with the target for the time being, let the dust of empty view stay on her until we arrive..."

The matter is very gratifying, my side is really one step ahead, of course, there are still more than ten minutes before my side can get the things, if something happens in this short period of time, with the relationship between Ye Lingjing and Gu Jiaming, There are not only protectors arranged by her by her side. Maybe there are Dark Lyra, the protectors of Gao Tianyuan, and there may even be more. From this point of view, it may be safer to keep things on her than on his own agents. After making this call, after thinking about it for a few minutes, I called Natalie out of caution. Fang Zhitian was really puzzled by the reaction from there.

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

Upon learning of this information, Natalie suddenly changed her tone, and did not raise her voice until Fang Zhitian gave an affirmative answer: "Damn it! Did your people rush over immediately! The fastest speed! This is terrible. Yes, once included in the causal line..."

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

"Mr. Fang, listen. The current situation is very urgent. Ye Lingjing is in the hands of the dust of emptiness. We have known it for a long time. But under such circumstances, I dare not let my people get along with Ye Lingjing because of this. Lingjing got in touch, because not only do you have prophets on your side, but as far as I know, there are also prophets among the group of undead on the other side. These abilities have limitations. Before Ye Lingjing almost forgot about the dust of empty vision Therefore, no one can detect the whereabouts of the dust of emptiness. But everyone is in the opposite relationship now. Once this clue is connected to you, they will be able to detect it immediately. Now you understand the meaning of this matter. You must ...No, you just called me now, I guess something has happened..."

The convoy galloped across the straight road, throwing the street lights on both sides of the road backward quickly, and there were green trees on both sides of the road. At this time, under the light and speed, it was changing indistinctly. At a certain moment, Fang Zhitian's voice suddenly rang through the intercom system: "All groups pay attention..."

Everyone's attention was raised to the highest level in an instant, and at the same time, a black shadow suddenly rushed out from the side of the road!

The road was already a little remote, and the speed of the car was extremely fast. Suddenly seeing a figure rushing out, the driver almost subconsciously stepped on the brakes and was about to turn the steering wheel at the same time. And then in the next moment. The black figure slammed into the side of the front Cheetah off-road vehicle with a bang, instantly. The side door of the vehicle was dented, and the four wheels were slightly off the ground. After the two wheels on the side touched the ground, flames were almost wiped out on the road. Then, the car crashed into the tree trunk next to the road with a bang, and rushed towards the road behind the tree. fence.

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

On another road a few miles away from here, the bulletproof glass of a small car suddenly shattered without warning. Surprising blood suddenly flew from the driver's body. Looking from the vehicle behind, A man in black stood on the roof of the car at this time, and only stayed there for a moment. Before the car hit the road, he jumped up in the air, leaping backward like a bat.

In the downtown area, a aggressive off-road jeep ran out of a red light at high speed and collided with the black convoy that was passing by at this time. The blond man in the cockpit wearing a white suit flew out almost immediately. 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 climbed up from the collapsed shelf as if nothing had happened...

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

"A few years ago, my acting career had a period of low ebb, and I met some friends because of it. I think this is what I cherish the most... I don't know how many of Jiang Hai's friends remember the once called concept The band, nononono, there is no need to ask, I think anyone who has heard their songs will never forget them, the cutest bananas, cucumbers, eggplants, and durians that occasionally make guest appearances... The place I invited today is actually not The concept band, because of certain things, they faced parting a few years ago, just like every one of us will face. Today I can only invite one of them. The figure behind the mask can finally reveal the mystery today. Yes... Today I will accompany her. I hope that her singing can bring back old memories and best friends. 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, the 22-year-old boy walked along the gravel path between the parks. He could faintly hear the sound of turbulent waves crashing on the shore. When he heard the name, he stopped. Stepping forward, I looked towards the huge and brightly lit stadium not far away. For a moment, there were cheers and applause, and the voice of the girl came out on the radio.

"Hi everyone, I'm Ye Lingjing, and I'm also... the former Cucumber... I'm very happy to meet you again on the stage..." The voice paused for a moment, "I don't know what to say, a few years ago, I lost the most important person, the most important friend... At the most vigorous age... At that time, we thought everything was very simple, who knew that once we missed... we would never see each other again... this song He wrote it and I want to sing it to him...I miss them so much..."

There seemed to be a slight choked sob cut off in the sea breeze, under the starlight of the city, the boy was sitting on a bench by the side of the road, listening to the melody rang out...

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