Hidden Assassin

In the afternoon, I sent Xun at Sapporo Airport to board the flight to Jianghai, and ate at a nearby restaurant. There was still some time before the plane he was going to take. Jia Ming sat in the airport hall and read the newspaper. This is the weather when I met Yuan Lai Chaochuang for the first time, in a square.

"It's the first time we meet, please take care of me."

"Take care of each other."

At that time, Ouchi Chief Governor had just died, and his return from Europe was indeed an ordinary memory.

"Hey, sometimes I don't want to do it..."

Many years later, at an airport, that person sighed casually. At that time, they had just completed a mission and hunted down a killer who had betrayed Pei Luojia.

"Where can I go if I quit?" Jia Ming looked down at the newspaper and answered casually.

"It's not bad to find a place to be an ordinary person."

"There will be retribution."

"Um?"

"That person left just now, we came to kill him, and if we leave, someone will do the same thing, this is causality."

"...reasonably logical."

Yuan Lai Chaochuang nodded. The two read newspapers and drink coffee together. Waiting to go back to the plane.

"If I die. I have a woman I like...in Hokkaido..."

It was in a predicament a few years later. Jia Ming looked at him. Then nodded.

"Is that why you said you wanted to leave before?"

"Part of it."

"Just being together is enough. Even if we are ordinary people... we have to go to work every day, and there are things we have to do. How is it different from when we occasionally kill people... Relatively speaking, I think we are more free..."

"How can it be that simple? Freedom... People like us... What should I do for you if something happens to you?"

"If I die..."

He thought about it, but there was no one who needed to be notified, so that's fine, he rushed out amidst the hail of bullets.

"If I die, help me get rid of that guy named Zhushen Wunian, I've been seeing him for a long time."

In the end, I can only think of this boring wish.

In that period of life, that was the partner he had been with for the longest time. He later went to see that woman, saw her marry another man, saw Yuan Lai Chaochuang's pain and cowardice, and the ensuing The kind of power that comes from it is incomprehensible to many things. Sometimes he also thinks that the life of that person may be more valuable than his own, but in short, after Yuan Lai Chaochuang died, he told that woman After everything, the confusion about that word is like a seed that has been buried for too long, finally sprouting in my heart.

Yellow and white lights, red and green neon lights, streets in the morning and evening, warm and cold cities, hills, grasslands, deserts, oceans, forests, heavy rain, sunshine and milky fog, all kinds of people, a life . In retrospect, you will find that, as if subtly, the world has input various concepts and thoughts in your mind. However, until the beginning of his rebirth, the too solid and cold foundation of his previous life was still dominating everything in his life, and the only thing that could make him gentle was the confusion in his heart.

Those people... what kind of things are they living for...

So, after going through too many things, he gradually understood all of this. After twelve years of life, he finally gained enough weight to completely replace his previous life, and then he thought maybe he should meet him , Only then did I have the journey in front of me, face that person again, and wave goodbye to my previous identity.

He turned over a page of the newspaper, and in the bright waiting hall, a tall beautiful woman with a suitcase walked past him, her high-heeled shoes made a refreshing sound on the ground.

Four years made him miss a lot of things, and now he can only read the news everywhere to make up for his lack of understanding of the world. He has never read the entertainment version very much, but today after flipping through it, he turned it back again, wrinkled Frowning, he looked at the interview record of a European and American female singer. It was probably a girl singer who is quite popular in Europe today. There was a photo attached to it. He continued to read it for half a minute, when the phone rang.

It was Lingjing and Shasha who called from Jianghai. They had already received the caller who had just got off the plane. Seeing her injured, they couldn't help complaining. She was obviously helping in the past, but she still hurt people like this. It's really worse than before. It was too inferior, so Jia Ming had no choice but to smile wryly.

While talking on the phone, Jia Ming casually looked out of the airport. A group of people gathered on one side of the square, holding slogans and wearing headscarves, were giving speeches fanatically, but they were a group of right-wingers who demanded revision of textbooks. Although there were not many people entering and exiting the airport at this time, there were also some Japanese watching around, and in a corner of Jiaming's vision, a young man wearing blue and white casual clothes and carrying a huge travel backpack was also hiding. Behind a flower bed in the blind spot of this group of people, it seems that there is indeed a ghostly and happy appearance.

He just took a casual glance, and he would notice that this person is also purely a matter of habit, and he is more sensitive to some blind spots. He turned his head to talk on the phone and within a few seconds, a stone suddenly flew past in his field of vision.

With a scream of "ah", the speaker standing on the self-made small platform was shot in the forehead, blood shot out, and then fell to the rear. The scene was chaotic, and the figure of the young man behind the flower bed quickly disappeared. When a group of right-wingers rushed over, it seemed that they failed to catch the murderer in the first place.

This kind of fanatical right-winger also has some relationship with the Japanese underworld. On the one hand, he rushed the man who was hit on the head to the hospital in a panic, and on the other hand, he quickly took out embroidery knives and other things from some bags he carried with him. Start looking for suspicious characters around the square. Jiaming took a few glances at the square

At this time in 2010, he had already swaggered into the crowd entering the square. One)( came over from the terminal hall, holding a digital camera in his hand, and quietly pressed the shutter on those right-wingers. At this time, you can take pictures What I saw was naturally the vicious side of this group of people.

Seeing the whole process, Jia Ming couldn't help laughing, and talked with Ling Jing for a while, the boy had already entered the waiting hall, walked past Jia Ming, and then heard Jia Ming calling, but stopped Come down, after a while, lip-sync: "Chinese?"

Jia Ming nodded, and the boy whispered: "Me too." He sat down on the chair in front of Jia Ming, holding his travel bag, and watched with great interest the gang of right-wingers scurrying outside. Just now the stone was hit on the forehead, and the blood flowed all over the place. This matter is big or small. These people are holding bamboo knives, and they are full of anger because their comrades were beaten. In their hearts, of course they also consider themselves staunch patriots. Sometimes I watched a person stop another person in the square, asking if they were Chinese, and I had to let them speak Japanese before giving up. There were policemen in the square, but there was no way to deal with these aggressive fanatics for a while. .

After a while, it seemed that some people said something to the leader, and suddenly a group of people came towards the terminal hall together, and several security guards at the door hurriedly stopped them, and some people asked the airport to show the surveillance video just now, In addition, most of the people rushed into the hall directly, taking advantage of the lack of security guards.

At this time, Jia Ming also ended the call with Ling Jing, and the boy on the opposite side extended his hand with a smile: "Hi, my name is Xie Baoshu." Then he said the name of a small town in southern China, and Jia Ming also smiled and told him They shook hands: "Gu Jiaming, come from Jianghai.

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Xie Baoshu looked at the commotion on one side of the hall, and smiled purely: "What are they doing?" Jia Ming laughed in his heart. The two were actually about the same age, but Jia Ming's temperament was a little calmer at this time, and Xie Baoshu But with the youthful and childishness that young people should have, the expression on Jiaming's prank or harm is normal. He naturally pretended not to know anything at this time: "Right-wingers, those who demanded revision of textbooks were smashed with things."

"Wow...it's right for you." Those people's request to see the surveillance video naturally didn't get an answer in a short time. In fact, even if they got the surveillance video, it was useless. I don't know whether Xie Baoshu was lucky or he knew it from the beginning, and a large group of people with bamboo knives went around in the hall asking whether others were Chinese. Although the airport quickly mobilized security, it was natural that all this could not be settled within a few minutes . Jia Ming and Xie Baoshu were watching all this, and two men with bamboo knives came closer.

"Hey, are you Chinese? Talk!"

Xie Baoshu blinked and turned his head sideways: "Hey, can you understand what they said?"

"Ask us if we are Japanese, let us say a few words to prove it." Then he turned around and said in Japanese, "I am Chinese, what's the matter?" Xie Baoshu over there nodded his head, expressing his understanding.

"Uh... Moximoxi, Yadie, what a mess in my Negag...Keji, Yigu Yigu, flower girl Xiyoxi...oh, and Baga..."

At this time, not far away, several security guards ran over here. The two of them had already exchanged a few words in Chinese, but when they spoke this patchwork of Japanese, the right-winger couldn't restrain his anger. He said "Ba Ga" and was about to rush over with his knife. Xie Baoshu raised his camera and pressed the button. Shutter, turned around and was about to run away. The next moment, the man was kicked away by Jia Ming.

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This small disturbance did not bring much hindrance to the travel, after all, Jiaming kept his hands back, and as far as the airport is concerned, the first priority is naturally to suppress the troublemakers. Jia Ming talked with Xie Baoshu for a few more words. It seemed that he was just a simple young man, with some naive elements in his personality. He took Jia Ming's next flight, which was bound for Europe. It's just that Jiaming is going to Venice, and he will change planes halfway to Albania.

It was just a small episode of meeting by chance, and it was not enough to take it seriously. Ten minutes later, Jiaming got on the plane, and about eight hours later, the plane arrived in Venice. Because of the magical power of the time zone, it was still afternoon here.

As soon as he got out of the airport, someone came to pick him up. It was a super-long-distance armor-piercing sniper bullet that informed him. On a sunny afternoon, the bullet passed through the sky above Shuicheng. The window of a Cadillac in the rear parking lot was blown, and the huge force shattered the front and rear windows into snowflakes.

Jia Ming looked back for two seconds, blinked his eyes wearily, and then the phone rang, and he pressed the call button: "Hello."

"Long time no see, you're still alive, and you're much more handsome."

"That's what you say... I came from Japan today. When I was about to board the plane, a kid stopped me and said: Brother, you are so handsome. I gave him a slap on the spot..."

"What's wrong?"

"***nonsense."

"Hehe... your sense of humor is getting more and more annoying..."

"You don't like this... It's negotiable... I didn't think of some things, so there's no need to lose my temper with me..."

"You can talk about it after you survive."

Jiaming still wanted to talk, but hung up with a beep. He looked at his phone helplessly and sighed. In front of the road, several high-speed sports cars had already left the road, and slammed into this side amidst a fierce roar... …

"Bitch (slut)...".