Hidden Assassin

In New York City in winter, daylight always feels less than enough, but in any case, when twilight leans west, looking past from the sea, and the bright red clouds sprinkle across the skyscrapers that stand in this enormous city, it always gives one an indescribable sense of awe. As the car entered the entrance to the manor, Jiaming sat in the back row and looked at the scene. Heidi knelt in the passenger seat with her hands on the back of the chair and her eyes glaring at him.

“How long will you be here? ”

“Uh... it depends. ”

“What's going on? ”

“Confidential... Uh, Marilyn...”

“What?”

Heidi didn't have time to express her anger. Almost at the same time when Jiaming called out her name, Marilyn's condition turned back like a reflex, then a bang. The car hit the fountain in the square in front of the estate that needed a detour. Because it was supposed to drive slowly, this time it just frightened Marilyn's mother and daughter, nothing went wrong.

“Uh, I just think... you just seemed a little distracted, uh, a little distorted...”

Jiaming stalled, Marilyn blinked in front of her, silenced for two seconds, then smiled slightly red. She saw that someone had come and she pushed the door out, and Jiaming and Heidi followed her out. The woman in the brown trench coat leaned over and looked at the area that had been smashed in front of her, then helplessly caressed her hair and shrugged her shoulders, her high heels gently tapped a few times on the floor, which was her habitual move when she hesitated or was overwhelmed, at a time when she seemed full of sexy and charming smells.

“Uh... Tommy, can you get this car fixed?” Handing over the key to the first big black man who approached me, she said with a laugh, "I have a guest. ”

“OK.” The black man made a friendly gesture, but couldn't help but look at home a few more times. In addition to the largest main villa in front, the estate appears to be very large, surrounded by many villas and huts of varying shapes, like a village or military base. In the evening, many people can also be seen moving in the distance and close by, many of them clearly aware of the patrols, which are mostly internal members of the Saliyah Mafia.

“Come on, take you to where Heidi and I live, um, that little house over there. ”

In the direction Marilyn pointed to, it was a small, centrally located two-story building, a little smaller than the surrounding buildings, but only two people lived there, and Heidi had already waved her hand in front of it. During this period, a lot of men and women in close proximity looked at each other and wanted to be curious to have such a "friend” of Marilyn's mother and daughter.

Since Tang Jingyao's death, some authoritarian Marilyn had chosen to participate in some of the family business and began to communicate and make more contact with people. She had been a sought after school flower in college more than 10 years ago. The pursuit and enthusiasm were quite substantial. There was already a foundation in the shopping mall. However, in private dealings, few real friends existed. Even Joseph, who was extremely affected by the Saliers family, had kept a clear distance. Jiaming had heard Heidi talk about these things, how the mother spoke mute when negotiating with others, how Uncle Joseph was rejected by the mother, and so on, and so on.

Coming to the small building, when entering the door, Jia Ming glanced at the rear. Not far from the entrance of the estate owner's villa, an elderly man in a black suit was sending out a guest, but looked this way. Marilyn turned back and said: "Come in.” Then he also looked at the man and nodded far away.

“Your father? ”

“Well, my father. ”

Victor. Saliere. The current godfather of this mafia family, but that status was not enough to provoke any redundant thoughts, nodded his head, and as Marilyn entered the house, he closed the door.

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Dinner is takeout ordered from Chinese restaurants outside.

Originally, Marilyn's plan was to cook herself and show Jiaming her craft, but it was late and she didn't have much stock in the house. Finally, after she made the ambition to go shopping tomorrow, Marilyn finally made a takeout call. The meal of the three of them was also a pleasant and mellow meal, lazy heating, warm lights, the three of them sitting at a simple table, I don't know whether this scene should be called "mother and child” or “mature little husband and their daughter” better.

After eating, he took turns showering. Jiaming and Heidi sat on the blanket playing games against the TV. Soon, Marilyn also wore a white nightdress and curled her white calf on the couch at the back. She combed her hair and blew it to 70% dry. She watched the two of them play the game. Around 9 o'clock, the doorbell rang. Marilyn walked over to open the door, mixed in the sound of the game with Heidi's occasional shouting, and could hear the noise by the door in secret. Marilyn just opened the door a little, didn't seem to mean to let that person in, but she could still see that standing outside the door was Joseph, who had a face with Jiaming.

“May I come in...”

“Sorry, already...”

“I heard you came to the Guest...”

“Friends of China, you have seen...”

“That time he took you away silently, it was dangerous...”

“That's my freedom. ”

“… I just care about you. ”

“Thank you…”

“I want to know why he came here… although he is a child, he… is dangerous…”

“I don't think... it's his freedom, it's none of your business...”

“The safety of the family must be guaranteed…”

“Any result of him… I assume responsibility…”

“Gambino Family Now...”

“… I see. ”

The voices of the two men were silent, and then they seemed to suppress the noise. Last time in Jianghai, Jiaming directly took Marilyn and Heidi away clearly gave Joseph a bad impression, but Marilyn was resolute, and naturally he was not able to say anything. The two men said about five or six minutes at the door, Marilyn closed the door, and then retracted on the sofa with her body shaken by the cold wind outside, holding a large pillow in her arms.

“It's cold......”

“Why don't you let him in and open the door to talk to him? ”

“Mommy never let him in because he wanted to go after Mommy.” With the console handle, Heidi replied with a smile, "When he came back from China this year, he and Mommy had a fight, and Mommy wouldn't let him in. Grandpa said he was afraid that Uncle Joseph would fall in love with him because Mommy was scared. ”

“Is it true? ”

“Cut, play your game...”

“That's what Grandpa said. It's none of my business. ”

Three people, you make jokes with me, nobody mentions anything too sensitive, such as why Jiaming came, even Heidi, after having been in contact with Jiaming for so long, understands that most of these questions are taboos she shouldn't ask, even if asked, most of them are self-annoying, Marilyn sits in the back, occasionally takes over Jiaming or her daughter's handle, and is severely abused by her opponent on the screen, she smiles warmly, until... late at night...

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When the same thing is done, it gradually becomes a habit, as if the relationship between Jiaming and Marilyn, the yin and yang mistakenly have the first time, because taking into account each other's feelings for the second and third time, in the end, why the significance of doing so has long been blurred, but after getting used to it, some things become a reason to validate their existence to each other, so when the late night door is opened, the soft body in the nightdress is squeezed into the nest, Jiaming does not feel unnatural place.

“Would you mind if I took a nap here?” In the darkness, women speak softly.

“You didn't sleep in clothes before. ”

“If you want to see… turn on the light…”

“Oh… that's good. ”

Her body was together and her hands were placed on each other. Instead, there was not much follow-up action. It took a long time to hear the woman whisper: “Is it important to come this time? ”

“to kill some people. ”

“Hmm...” Her cheeks rubbed together in the dark, Marilyn made a comfortable sound. She didn't seem to care too much about the answer from Jiaming. She said a moment later: “How many people? Will you stay here for a while? ”

“Kill them and be afraid… something has happened.” Gently, the hand slides down the curve of the woman's back.

With a slight gasp, she wrapped her long legs to facilitate each other's intimate movements, and soon after, she smiled.

“What would you do if I said I had to go out tonight? ”

After hesitating for a while, she bit her lower lip and whispered out loud:

“Hmmm... can you help me once..." (Unfinished, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, support authentic reading!)