Spy Family

Ever since her trip with Lu Yezhou, Miao Ruofeng's interest in adventure, which was not much in the first place, was completely exhausted, and then rose to the normal level at an extremely slow speed, and then stopped. However, her sympathy for those escape artists never diminished. , after receiving a lot of thanks, it increased day by day.

Helping artists escape is the most proud feat in her more than 20 years of life. Those gratitudes are also her favorite form, whether it is songs, paintings, or poems... She is always the protagonist. Various hidden images appear in it, saving everyone with great fraternity at the last moment.

At the same time, like many Utopian people, she also criticized the military's tough tactics. When communicating in private, they all believed that Commander-in-Chief Shi Liangbi was too bloody and should be more restricted by civilian officials. Unfortunately, Interstellar Communications The end was too sudden. There were not many civilian officials from King Zhao left in Zhao. The person with the highest position was the ambassador, who had no right to interfere in military operations and could only persuade from the side.

Liang Xinghuan, the president of First Light Industry, once had high hopes. Although he was not a government official, his status was higher than that of the ambassador. He was responsible for more than half of the military's logistics, so he had quite a say in General Shi.

Liang Xinghuan disappointed everyone. He always did his job silently, never talked much, and preferred to stay away from Shi Liangbi.

Although he had these thoughts, Miao Ruofeng never thought of using extreme means to solve the problem. This was the same as many Dawang people: he was dissatisfied with Shi Liangbi, but firmly believed that he was the only suitable candidate for commander-in-chief. Cannot be changed.

Not long ago she had a dream.

It was a strange dream, so vivid that she couldn't distinguish reality from fiction long after she woke up.

It was a dream and a prophecy: Shi Liangbi, who had been retreating steadily, finally revealed his true face. It turned out to be a ferocious-looking demon who ordered the launch of a large number of nuclear missiles and wanted the entire Zhao Wangxing to be buried with him.

"Everyone must die with me!" Shi Liangbi laughed wildly in the dream.

Miao Ruofeng had some faith in prophecies. After having that dream, she completely believed it and kept thinking about it. Two days later, she had a similar dream. This time, Shi Liangbi did not use nuclear weapons. , but a shiny butcher knife. He was as tall as a five-story building, and the knife was several meters long. With one swing of the knife, the crowd fell down.

Miao Ruofeng was frightened by the dream, so he went to see a female fortune teller he had just met, hoping to untie his knot.

The female fortune teller miraculously pointed out most of the scenes that Miao Ruofeng saw in his dreams, thereby completely gaining the trust of the guests. After several exchanges, Miao Ruofeng was instilled with a firm idea: Shi Liangbi must be killed to prevent the Fulfillment of prophecy.

Strangely enough, not long after she had this idea, she had another dream. Shi Liangbi was still a demon, but he was no longer triumphant, but full of anger and regret, roaring and falling into hell... …

The female fortune teller had great supernatural powers and confirmed that Miao Ruofeng had made up her mind and introduced a professional to her.

Guan Zhuqian didn't show up until this time. He only met Miao Ruofeng three times in total. He made progress each time and finally "jointly" formulated a detailed assassination plan.

Miao Ruofeng had never doubted her own experience. Her identity chip had restricted most of its functions and was considered safe enough by ordinary people. She would never have thought that those dreams came from a music player beside her bed.

Miao Ruofeng doesn't like multi-function machines and uses single-function products as much as possible in his life. Even if they are bulky and inefficient, they have their own characteristics.

The music player is perfectly integrated with the bedside table. Although its function is only to play music, it has a very high level of intelligence. In the process of getting along with the owner day and night, I have become familiar with her every mood swing and can always choose the one that best suits her mood. music, or turn it off at the right time to create silence.

Miao Ruofeng brought this machine directly from his home in Dawang. It has long been regarded as indispensable. He never expected that it would also use a chip and be able to connect to the Internet.

Everything no longer matters, Miao Ruofeng has made up his mind to be the "savior" again.

The world needs a "savior", who is more suitable than her? Beauty, kindness, noble birth, everything meets the standards, and the photo can be hung directly in the church without much modification.

Miao Ruofeng suppressed his overly arrogant thoughts, but his will became stronger.

In the small bag she carries with her, there is a very small pistol. It does not use a milligram of metal. It is entirely made of synthetic fibers, even the bullets. When folded, it is in the shape of a powder box. Unless a knowledgeable person searches it in person, Otherwise, it will not be recognized by any instrument.

The bullets are not very powerful and have a short range. They must be fired several times at close range to cause fatal injuries. Miao Ruofeng has received simple training. She has to get within three meters of the target, pretend to touch up her makeup, unfold the pistol, and aim it at the chest. Shoot at least three times in a row, and then three more if you can.

"It's best not to have other people around, at least not soldiers. Aim at the chest, stare at the chest, and don't look into his eyes. The target may counterattack. Don't care about it, let alone avoid it. It's the end of a strong crossbow and has no actual power. Continue Shoot." Guan Zhuqian specifically warned, "When you are done, throw away the pistol and let them arrest you. Don't worry about safety issues. President Liang will take over as commander-in-chief within a few hours, and he will protect you."

It sounds like Team Leader Guan has thought it through very carefully, and Miao Ruofeng has nothing to worry about.

But she was still a little afraid. The closer to the last moment, the clearer the fear became. What she was afraid of was not Shi Liangbi or the military's revenge, but simply feeling uncomfortable with shooting and death. There was always a small "This is not what you should be doing," the voice said.

Dreaming, prophecies, interacting with spies... nothing seems like what she should do. Whenever she hesitates, the room will automatically sound the music she needs most, or soothing music to calm her down. , or passionate, can rekindle the "savior" complex in the heart.

The voices of fear and reminders still exist, but they are getting weaker and weaker, and are not enough to change the master's will.

Tonight, just an hour or two later, things will finally end. Miao Ruofeng finished putting on makeup, took out the "powder box", unfolded and folded it skillfully, and practiced using the weapon for the last time.

The special car was waiting outside the door. After sitting in the car, without the comfort of music, Miao Ruofeng felt an anxiety in her heart, which was quickly suppressed. She looked out the window at the dark night, recalling the prosperous scene of the year, recalling herself and many The friend's experience of having fun all night blamed Shi Liangbi for his immediate decline.

The door was locked and the speed was steady. The driver was also a bodyguard. He was sitting in front without squinting. He had enough experience and knew how to drive at night. Although he was not afraid of those gangs, he could avoid them as much as possible and successfully arrived at the place where General Shi lived. At the door of the hotel, if he sends the young lady home safely in a few hours, his mission will be successfully completed.

Miao Ruofeng lives in a wealthy area. Most of his neighbors are employees of First Light Industry. It is not far from the area where the Urus military headquarters is located. There is only a street of 500 to 600 meters in the middle. It is chaotic, but compared with other places , or much safer.

Today's dinner was very small, with only four guests, two men and two women, all children of the top families of Uranus. They were nominally accepting the Commander-in-Chief's banquet on behalf of the youth group, but in fact it was an invisible blind date.

Matchmaking is one of Shi Liangbi's major hobbies. Ever since he picked up his first grandson, he felt that he had the privilege of "matchmaking". Of course, he had a very high vision and only created opportunities for men and women of the right age within an extremely narrow circle. .

"I don't need thanks, I just want to gain a little happiness." Shi Liangbi often said this, but he always got thanks, and thus established strong friendships with certain families.

He didn't have high expectations for tonight's "blind date" because the gap between the two men and women was slightly larger, but in Zhao Wangxing, the choice was too small, so he could only do this. better than nothing.

Miao Ruofeng in the car tried not to imagine the scene of the shooting, but looked further into the future. She would be misunderstood and criticized, and might have to stay in prison for a while, but as time went by, she Her behavior will eventually be understood, and more and more people will plead for her and cheer for her, so she will walk out of the prison and face the crowd... What should I wear? She thought that the prison uniform must be a prison uniform, but it had better not be too ugly. Maybe she could find a familiar designer to make some changes...

Miao Ruofeng's thoughts drifted away, and she no longer focused on the window, so she didn't notice anything unusual outside. It wasn't until the car suddenly turned that she woke up and asked in surprise: "What's wrong?"

"A group of gangsters are fighting in the street. I'll go another way. It won't take long."

Miao Ruofeng glanced through the car window and saw a large group of teenagers riding two-wheelers in circles on the street, shouting angrily and seemingly holding guns in their hands.

"Why can't General Shi devote some of his energy to public security?" Miao Ruofeng was even more dissatisfied with Shi Liangbi.

The detour was much quieter, but something went wrong with the car, which slowed down more and more until it came to a complete stop.

"What happened again?"

"Sorry, miss, it seems to be a battery problem. The quality of the latest batch of batteries is not stable. I will contact General Shi's adjutant now."

"Why contact outsiders? Can't you fix it?"

"In a place like this, it's best not to get out of the car and do anything. For the safety of the lady, please ask the military..."

Miao Ruofeng suddenly showed a frightened expression. The driver saw it in the rearview mirror and immediately turned his head while reaching for his gun.

There was a two-wheeled vehicle parked outside the car. The rider was wearing a helmet and pressed an object in his hand against the window. Then he took out another object, three in total, and stuck them all on the driver's side window. His movements were unhurried and slow, as if he was washing a customer's car.

The driver had been a mercenary and recognized the three explosives. One was enough to blow up the entire car, and three would turn the car into pieces.

A clear voice came from the rider's helmet: "Open the door, these things won't explode."

"Oh my god..." All the fear in Miao Ruofeng's heart was suddenly brought out, and he even forgot that there was a pistol in his bag.

The driver weighed it for a moment and came to the only conclusion. He first raised his hands to show that he had no weapons, and then slowly opened the door.

"Your gun," the rider said.

The driver slowly took out the gun, threw it into the passenger seat, and said calmly: "You will be satisfied with whatever you want. Please don't hurt Miss Miao."

"No one is going to hurt her. Come out."

The driver stepped out of the car door, and the rider also got out of the car, pushing the two-wheeled vehicle to the driver, "Keep it well, I will come back later."

"Um?"

The rider sat in the driving seat, started the car that was still paralyzed just now, and drove away quickly, leaving the driver holding the two-wheeled car behind.

"Miss Miao, the game is over." The rider said, still not taking off his helmet.

Miao Ruofeng finally remembered the gun in his bag, took it out, unfolded it hurriedly, and fired three shots forward.