Hidden Assassin

Forested tall buildings, crowded traffic, upstairs and downstairs on both sides of the road, touching large billboards of all kinds of flowers and greenery, near Christmas, the weather has also cooled down, bustling people on both sides of the street have been wearing thick winter clothes, wearing thick suits, holding briefcases in hasty colors, walking with shoppers wearing high-picked beauties, Wearing hip-hop clothes, a teenager wearing a sports hat, an urban white-collar with coffee standing in front of a newspaper kiosk, picking up a newspaper and paying, then rushing off again, white skin, yellow skin, black skin, blonde hair, dark hair, dyed colorful hair, uh, and bald head... the crowd stopped slightly at a crowded crossroads until The trendy car ran past and the green light on the side of the sidewalk lit up. The pedestrians waiting on both sides brushed against each other and were separated by the traffic for a moment.

Far and close shops have also been decorating and decorating the upcoming Christmas, across the street, a huge Christmas promotional sign is slowly being hung, bright in colour and looking particularly eye-catching, and the crowd down there subconsciously circumvents a distance. The sky is bright and looks out from the side, as if standing tall buildings cut the sky into long, trapezoidal strips, in this narrow space surrounded by huge, bright billboards, millions of people crowded between streets like valleys, waiting, walking, stopping, like cells carrying a trivial object, a trivial life from here to there, sustaining the life of this enormous city.

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

Wearing white and thin patient clothes, a pair of slippers on the feet, the melon face, the back of the brain is a long ponytail tied with simple red rope, the woman with a standard Oriental beauty face stood in the corridor, her hands touched the clear glass window that sealed the entire space, looking at everything down the street, due to this period of illness, the weak face appeared a little pale, but her eyes seemed to be more agile. The puffiness on her body had faded, so she had lost weight and appeared slimmer and thinner than ever.

This is one of the most prosperous medical institutions in downtown Manhattan, and it's probably more appropriate to say that it's a medical institute, which has a long standing reputation in the industry, but is not the kind of conventional hospital, and is more often only responsible for development and research. If there's a disease that wants to be treated here, it costs a lot of money, without exception, and it's better to have a good family, which is why it doesn't receive many patients, but it can occupy a seat in the most expensive part of the world, with the best medical equipment and the perfect medical environment.

She arrived here the day before yesterday, in fact, before she arrived here, her condition had been controlled, her body had swelled and she had entered the recovery phase. But nephropathy syndrome is one of the most stubborn conditions, and a single improvement does not mean anything, because in a short time, it may recur due to a small opportunity, for example, a cold wind - a condition that is difficult to avoid in patients who are already weakly resistant. Zhang Jingan rushed her over to find a better way to cure it.

This trip was a little rushed for her. My father had only said that he was in contact with New York once before, and then thundered her on the plane that night. Not that she had any belly defamation of the arrangement, but just before that... she was waiting for the person.

Just, just go see him when you're cured...

Yahan's relationship with her father has not improved since the beginning of the Cold War a few years ago. Although she understands her father's concern for herself, a few years ago because of Liu Wenli's affairs, she also clearly realized that when necessary, her father will still marry herself as a chip. She also probably realizes that the relationship is not harmonious. This time, she is only accompanied by her little mother to New York. Zhang Jingan is only in Jianghai and knows the situation by telephone every day.

Having lived in the UK for three years, Ahern had nothing to do with the American environment, and he basically lived in a hospital for those two days, taking simple injections, and never going out. In the meantime, Mama was ready to make a big tourist shopping trip in New York City at this time of Christmas. She was also ready to forget her worries for a while. Have fun in New York for a while. As Mama said, shopping is the magic cure for women.

After looking at the street outside the window for a while, she walked along the corridor and walked on the floor. Half the floor was the lab, and the little half here was the ward, and although there were fewer people, there were eventually some, the whole corridor, plus a nurse who had just passed by, about four or five people. She walked outside a ward door and heard someone talking in English. The accent was a little different from that of England. She couldn't hear clearly for a while. At this time, the door opened and she hit the ground.

Out of the room were two apparently dishonourable young people, some excitedly pushing out the door, when they saw Ahem hit the ground, they had to look at him, one of them questioned him in English, this time Ahem heard clearly, they probably thought she was eavesdropping on the conversation outside the door, the person said, grabbed Ahem's collar and pulled her up.

“Say, who are you! ”

“Why eavesdrop...”

“Who sent you, Gambino Family? Korobo Family..."

“What are you... talking about! Let go of me!” The two men were probably used to traveling, but Ahern was not the kind of woman who was bullied by anyone. The bodyguard she was bringing was not with her. She put her hands together and slashed him on the elbow. She stayed until the person's hand was loose. She had grabbed the man's shoulder and collar and swept his calves just right. She threw him on the floor with her hands around her.

This simple gesture makes it smooth, but because the disease is getting worse, you really don't have the strength to take a step back, and your head is slightly dizzy. When another person sees his companion fall, he rushes up, and at this point, a figure is inserted between them.

“Alas... what is it, say something slowly, say something slowly..."

The shadow man blocked the two people who were about to rush over. His body was not very tall. He was only about 1 meter and 7 years old. He wore a yellow sports hat. At one time, he blocked both of them with his hands and feet. All he said was: "If you talk slowly, it's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding, something to say slowly, don't hit me...”

In the conversation, the two men simply made a move against the guy who came to blend. However, the man shook his body twice, and he easily hid away. He stayed until one of them came to grab Ahern and pulled his clothes off again. For a while, the man seemed to be in an irregular hiding and pulling, and the two men could neither get to Ahern nor hurt him at all. Ahern watched for a while, but recognized that this man's gait was obvious Chinese martial arts. Although it seemed confusing, it was obviously much more powerful than his own.

“Don't hit me... say something slowly, I'll count to three, we'll stop together, okay, I count, alas... three! ”

Suddenly, the voice dropped, and the farce, which was just as lively as the market, instantly fell, and as the man suddenly punched, the two fell into the ground bang. The man raised his hand with a laugh. He looked like a yellow man only about twenty years old. His body was not fat, but his face was round. He looked quite delightful and gave a feeling that he didn't grow up: “I said it was a mistake, don't fight again... uh..."

“Fuck!” With that phrase, a man climbing up from the ground suddenly pulled a pistol out of his arms and pointed at the forehead of the person, the Chinese man raised his hand, but at the same time, the other hand held the barrel of the pistol, appeared behind the round-faced man, a tall foreign man, wearing a penciled suit, holding a bunch of flowers, frowned: "Why? ”

“Uh...” The two groups obviously knew that as soon as the gun was held, the foreign man with the gun was obviously panicking, “Joseph, Mr. Joseph, this woman eavesdropped on us...”

“I didn't!” Ahern said with staring eyes.

“Where?” Those delightful men also raised their hands and said, "They accidentally opened the door, knocked over the young lady and insulted her for eavesdropping. ”

The man named Joseph glanced at several people and nodded at Ahern: "I'm sorry, it's they who are wrong... Apologize!” The second sentence is clearly addressed to the two foreigners.

“But... uh... I'm sorry. ”

“Sorry…”

Both apparently feared that the man named Joseph, hesitating for a moment, was somewhat reluctant to apologize, and Joseph didn't say much either, and went into the room with a bouquet of flowers and then closed the door. Outside the door, a seemingly delightful man nodded to Ahern and said in Chinese: “Chinese? ”

Ahern nodded gently.

“What a coincidence, I didn't expect to see Chinese people here, and I am, too, you can call me Bun Tu, home in Beijing. ”

With a smile on his face, Yahan reached out and smiled slightly. He touched symbolically: "Thank you. ”

The man opposite, named Bun, seemed to have something else to say, but the beautiful woman nodded in front of him, but had turned around and grabbed his hair with some confusion. A moment later, he looked at both sides and couldn't help but laugh.

When he walked aside, he took an MP3 out of his arms and pressed it: “Boss, something small has happened and he has come into contact with the target. What has failed is that she does not seem to have any interest in communicating with me. The beautiful woman is indeed a beautiful woman. I guess the high level of martial arts that I have shown has caused her unconscious vigilance... Also, how come the Mafia people are in this hospital, they just saw Joseph of the Saliers family, although he has always managed a relatively brilliant business, will it have any effect on our situation? ”

“I don't think so.” A moment later, a speech came in, "Joseph's brother went in and was shot a while ago, because Joseph also owned a stake in the institute before coming in, and they should be nothing compared to what could happen. However, given what you said about your appearance and temperament, I would like to express, on behalf of the entire anti-terrorism team, my sincere white-eyed and enthusiastic contempt for the result that beautiful women don't want to fuck with you now..."

“Che... Guohua, I just don't think we need to worry so much. God, she doesn't have any enemies. Once abroad, she has to arrange so many of us to protect her. I think, as long as I'm here, it's enough to protect the Head of State? Do you need this much trouble to please a tulip? ”

“Exactly.” By the headphones, Choi Guohua laughed, "so Guolin they have now gone out for a tour, waiting for the glorious and difficult task, to be left to you alone, Bantou classmate, if there is a real danger, ask for blessings. ”

“… you are so ashamed. ”

“It used to be a mission to go abroad to such a large place, now it's easy to have some free time, of course it's a good deal to go around... Oh, in fact, Guo Lin, they went to find news about Peyroga in North America based on your intelligence. As for Tulip, you've been in the United States all these years, I'm afraid it's hard to understand without experiencing it once, but since we happen to be in New York, it's like this again, so let's do it. This incident in Jianghai City is just the best opportunity for us to express our sincerity to Tulip, that person... I really want to meet her...”

“If it's a beautiful woman.” Bang rolled his eyes, "I want to see her too, talk to her. ”

While they were having this boring conversation in a dedicated intercom system, at Kennedy International Airport, some twenty kilometres southeast of Manhattan, a plane coming from China landed on time. Shortly afterwards, a woman in a white stand-up collar with light red sunglasses walked out the airport gate, carrying a small suitcase, and stopped a taxi.

“SheratonManhattan." A faint opening, that's a genuine and authentic New York accent, the driver sailed onto the highway as promised. In the car, the woman took off her light red sunglasses, reflected in the mirror, which belonged to the simplicity of that exquisite face full of Oriental beauty, elegant, quiet, English. Only in those slightly raised eyebrows is a hint of flash, like the quietest clouds before the storm… (to be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, support authentic reading!)