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Room 4125.

Smith sat quietly on the sofa, with a black briefcase on the long table in front of him. But there was no so-called trading item in the bag, but a loaded silencer pistol.

He has done a job like this many times, and he is already familiar with it. But for some reason, looking at the closed door, Smith suddenly became a little nervous.

It seemed that after the door was opened, he would see the scariest thing in his life.

Scarier than the midnight train.

"Boom..."

There was a knock on the door.

Smith didn't move, because he knew that the other party also had the room card of this house in his hand.

Sure enough, after a while, only the sound of "click" electronic card swiping was heard, and the door opened.

A tall woman walked in. She was wearing a black windbreaker, with long black hair hanging down to her waist, and a pair of huge black sunglasses covering most of her face.

Seeing Smith sitting on the sofa clearly, the woman who was about to close the door with her backhand was stunned, and stood stiffly at the door, motionless.

Smith also felt that the other party looked familiar, but he still thought that he had seen his colleague before, so he immediately became vigilant, stood up cautiously, and said with a smile: "Why don't you close the door first?"

The woman was silent. After a while, she slowly closed the door, and then slowly walked towards Smith.

Looking at the woman who was getting closer, Smith felt that she was more and more familiar, and not just familiar. It seemed to be the kind of familiarity, the familiarity of family and friends around him.

But he still didn't recognize the woman's identity.

Men, in some ways, are just duller.

Smith panicked, his hands began to shake for the first time at work. But he still tried to maintain the basic quality, and smiled reluctantly: "Then let's start?"

The woman still didn't speak, her eyes were fixed on Smith through the sunglasses. After a moment, she reached out and handed the briefcase to Smith.

Smith hesitated,

He knew that he should pick up the briefcase on the table now, take out the gun and shoot the other party while pretending to make a deal. But for some reason, Smith felt a little panic in his heart.

Almost subconsciously, Smith said the most wise words in his life: "I still wear sunglasses in the room, don't you think it's dark?"

The woman was silent, raised her trembling fingers, and slowly took off her sunglasses, revealing a pair of beautiful, bright and very familiar big eyes.

"..."

Smith swayed for a while, then slumped back on the sofa powerlessly, staring blankly at the woman with a sad face: "Jane...how could it be you?"

Jane pursed her lips, trying to restrain her emotions: "Why can't it be me?"

"But..." Smith looked at his wife's outfit, and finally realized belatedly, "Are you the same as me?"

Jane took off her wig and nodded: "That's right."

"when?"

"Always!"

"Then Columbia..."

"That's right, that's when!"

Smith looked up to the sky and smiled bitterly: "I never thought that my last job would be you."

At this moment, Smith suddenly realized all the abnormalities about his wife.

Jane said coldly: "This is the company's opportunity to warn you that there is no such thing as early retirement in our business."

Smith looked at his wife with a serious face, but her eyes were red, and her mouth was full of bitterness: "It seems that I can't complete this retirement task."

Jane slowly pulled out a pistol from the briefcase and pointed at Smith: "If you can't finish it, then the only thing you can do is die."

Smith sighed and closed his eyes: "Then do it, dear."

After a while, there was no gunfire.

Jane said quietly: "Come to the restaurant and have the last dinner with me."

Smith opened his eyes and looked at Jane in a little surprise, but Jane would not turn her head and open the door to leave. Smith quickly got up to keep up, and the couple took the stairs one after the other to the restaurant on the first floor.

Looking at the table that had already been reserved, Smith asked suspiciously, "Did you make a reservation in advance?"

Jane shrugged: "After all, the last date was not completed because of the car explosion."

Smith laughed. At this time, a waiter stepped forward to take off the windbreaker for Jane, but Smith waved him away. He personally helped his wife take off the windbreaker, opened the seat, and let Jane sit down.

"Would you two like a bottle of champagne?"

asked the waiter.

Jane glanced at Smith and said with a faint smile: "No, champagne is for celebration, a bottle of red wine."

Smith laughed: "Give me a bottle of whiskey, the kind with the highest concentration, and it's best to light it with a lighter."

The waiter looked at the two men and women strangely, but he, who was well-trained, quickly covered up his eyes, nodded and left.

After the waiter left, Smith chuckled softly, "You still want to kill me?"

Jane smiled: "Of course, this is my job after all, isn't it?"

Smith curled his lips: "So your modeling agency is fake, and those so-called models are just like you?"

Jane laughed: "Are you glad you never hooked up with them?"

Smith took a deep breath, nodded and said, "Not bad."

At this time, the waiter pushed the dining car over, opened the wine, and put the red wine and whiskey in front of the Smiths. However, before Smith could make a move, Jane reached out to pick up the glass of whiskey and drank it down.

"..." The waiter blinked, looking at Jane who looked normal, he couldn't help swallowing, and hurriedly pushed the dining car away.

Smith served Jianman a glass of wine helplessly: "I remember you only drink red wine."

Jane pursed her lips and said with a smile: "You still say that you are an ordinary investment consultant!"

Smith spread his hands: "Much better than John Wick's costume designer."

Jane picked up the wine glass and drank it down again.

Two glasses of high-strength whiskey are down, no matter how good you are, you can drink it. Blushing blushed on Jane's cheeks, she stood up a little shaky, walked around the dining table to Smith, stretched out her hand and pulled her husband up: "Come, dance with me."

Smith said helplessly, "You drank too much, dear, why don't we go home."

"Hate it, you're still at work, how can you go home?"

Jane dragged Smith into the dance floor in the middle of the restaurant. Coincidentally, after they entered, the original slow dance music just ended, followed by a cheerful tango dance music.

Jane held Smith's hand, and the water snake's waist twisted according to the rhythm of the music. After a while, she turned around lightly, and walked around behind Smith, holding Smith tightly with her hands like octopuses.

"Why don't you kill me?"

The heat was on Smith's ears.

Smith felt the plump body against his back and sighed: "I never thought about it, and I will never do it."

"But I thought about it, after I discovered your identity before, I thought about it."

"You already know my real identity?"

"Hee hee, of course, you were squatting in Times Square, and my gun was aimed at your head."

As she spoke, Jane groped down Smith's body with both hands, and whispered to his ear with her red lips: "Since you don't want to kill me, why are you carrying so many weapons?"

Smith coughed dryly, his lips were a little dry: "That's the gun I've had since I was born."

Jane giggled, turned around, and clinging to Smith, her fiery body writhed and squatted down slowly from top to bottom.

The eyes of an old couple who were dancing slowly next to them were already fixed. Smith felt Jane's bold and hot touch, and smiled a little embarrassedly.

At this moment, Jane retched suddenly, clutched her chest, got up and hurriedly walked towards the bathroom.

Smith moved his neck a little proudly, returned to his dining table, drank red wine and tried to calm himself down.

It looks like there will be a long-lost fierce battle between the two of us tonight!

He was thinking happily, when suddenly there was a scream from the direction of the bathroom, and several men and women ran out of the women's bathroom with panicked faces.

Before Smith could react, there was a bang, and the women's bathroom exploded!

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