Hidden Assassin

Manhattan, New York, 2: 00 a.m.

In the streets surrounded by heavy buildings, the hustle and bustle of the city continued, the brilliant lights stretched out in the long streets without a glimpse of the head, the traffic remained dense, the pedestrians on the side of the road were just a little less than during the day, the vagrants, beggars and some young people dressed in weird shadows grew up, the police car parked on the side of the road, the two policemen held the coffee station to chat next to the pole, the white steam that emerged from the coffee mixed with the heat of talking and breathing, and sometime, people unconsciously stopped walking, reached out their hands and looked up at the night sky of the street in the high-rise circle.

A slice of goose fur snowflake fell from the air.

Near Christmas, New York dropped its first snow of the winter.

Sitting at the corner of the road in the overnight “St. John” restaurant, through huge floor-to-ceiling glass windows, people still resting inside at this time are surprised to talk about the heavy snow that is falling. Relative to the light background music before, the arrival of this new snow undoubtedly brings new vitality to the restaurant, everyone's face shows a real and relaxed smile, talks about snow and talks about some really interesting things.

This restaurant occupies about four or five hundred square meters. It is decorated and well-lit. At this time, the guests in the store are about 80% full. Most of them are relatively young men and women. Most of them are employees of nearby companies and office buildings who work all night to relax. Most of these people drink coffee. There are also people who do not know where to go on this Christmas night. Most of these people have wine in front of them, and from time to time, people push the door in, subconsciously pat the snowflake on their shoulders, and ask them to pack something and take it away in front of the counter.

The dining room was close to the corner of the window, and a girl in white was sitting there, wearing a white tennis cap with the Nike logo on it, followed by a sophisticated oriental face, holding a book in her hand and looking quietly, a white trench coat hung on one side of the chair, warm fleece The clothes outline a body that is somewhat poorer than the Westerners but perfectly fit as the Orientals. The fleece sweatshirt is also white and blends perfectly with the snow outside the window. The legs are green and grey trousers, one leg sits on the other. She has a cup of coffee in front of her, which seems to have been cold for some time, but she doesn't mind, occasionally, dropping the book, clamping a cup of coffee, then smiling at the window Outside the snow.

Though in the world's city of New York, it was also difficult for such a near-perfect Chinese girl to see it. After a while, a man, about thirty years old, dressed in restaurant work clothes and quite mature and charming, walked over with another hot cup of coffee and gently changed the cup of coffee in front of the girl, who looked up slightly and glanced at him: "I did not ask for service. ”

“Your coffee is cold and this cup is free to taste. ”

“Mm-hmm.” Not too surprised, the girl nodded and then drooped her blindfold, turning a page in her hand and saying softly, "Thank you. ”

It is difficult to say, and men think, perhaps often, that they are treated with such unknown preferences. Then he naturally pulled out the other chair and sat there: "If you don't mind, I'd like to introduce myself, my name is Sam. Elliot, the chef at this restaurant. Are you Chinese? ”

Laughing, the woman closed the book and raised her head: "If you're a chef at this restaurant, I think you should go back to the kitchen in the back. ”

The chef smiled and ignored the expulsion in her words: "Japanese? ”

Shook her head, the woman's eyes looked out the window to the snowy streets, the traffic still came and went, snowflakes landed on the ground had melted, but the flying goose fur snowflakes and white steam still brought cold hints when people breathed. In front of her, the chef still spoke with a very pleasant smile.

“Then it is the Chinese, I have been to China several times, Beijing, Hong Kong, Hangzhou, China is very good...”

“Thank you.” The woman took a sip of coffee and then said frankly with a smile, "I hate America, and if possible, I hope I don't have to come. ”

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If viewed from a purely artistic point of view, this is a room with absolutely no sense of beauty, of course, full lighting, reasonable placement, all kinds of modern facilities, instruments, huge display screens hanging on metal walls, neat bookshelves, folders, all with efficiency in mind, that is, standard American style.

“… Distinguished Mr. Castro, in order to express our gratitude to you, Mr. Takeshi asked us this time to bring, in addition to your gratitude, this proposal for the next cooperation between our two sides. It is well known that Japan's high heavenly plains, China's flaming yellow awakening and the dark tianqin of Northern Europe have made initial coalitions after the last meeting, so much so that we are still at the defensive stage in the Asian part. The Japanese Government expects stability, and after their involvement, we are greatly constrained…” The voice of the conversation is remembered in the room, "China has a famous saying called lip death tooth cold, so Mr. Takeshi hopes that you will temporarily put aside your past stereotypes. After New York, we will also travel to South America, Australia and Europe, and hopes that Mr. Castro will join Mr. Takeshi in the initiative…”

“Before you get on the plane, Mr. Yusho has spoken to me on the phone, and there will be absolutely no problem with that.” Mr. Castro sitting inside laughed, "But there are still different perspectives in the organization about certain things… retroactively, Peloga was named Dead Bodhi a long time ago, originated in China, after centuries of evolution into the size of the current organization all over the world, obviously, in some respects, there has been an intrinsic change, we do not think that the integrity of the organization is necessarily good, the Nordic Peloka forces are dominated by that group of French people, so far speaking, they have almost become liberal fighters fighting for the independence of Corsica, we all know that Corsica is a sacred land, of course it is an independent country, and I admire their spirit, but I must admit that they can no longer call it a killer, and in North America we are not all in the business of killing people, you know, we are even involved in politics…"

The internal contradictions of the entire Peroga are heavy. Despite the good relationship between the United States and the Japanese headquarters, there are naturally some people they do not see well. They speak freely of Corsica, but pragmatically they do not like the irremediable romantic sentiment of the French. In their view, this group of stupid French people object to everything that can be opposed, thus expressing their unique tone and taste. Since the unpleasant cooperation several times, both sides have turned their faces, there is some friction between South America and North America, and the Australian Division has never had much presence, no one to see, no one to see him...

Of course, these are minor things. When we need to unite, we can still combine temporarily. After all, we are faced with a lot of crises. Since the last time we tried to kill James to blame Yan Huang Awakening Failure, we have also been looking for trouble from the creation miracle... After a while, both sides talked about this most practical thing.

“Regarding Zhang Yahan, we are not going to kill her. For a killer as strong as Tulip, we have always maintained quite a sense of awe, but there has been little room for cushioning on both sides since the gods acted without thinking. As far as we know, despite the fact that Flaming Yellow Awakening has been defending this person, the Tulip Xiang does not really mean to cooperate with Flaming Yellow Awakening. She is a true free person. Therefore, as long as there is one hostage she cares about, we can take considerable initiative on our side since then. Of course... If she kills Japan, we can only kill her, but after all it will be troublesome, which is unnecessary...”

“We understand this, but as far as we know, Flaming Yellow Awakened reacted fairly quickly this time, as if they had some people here before Miss Zhang arrived in the United States, and they rushed there for the first time to protect Miss Zhang.” Castro smiled, "Of course, don't worry, this protective force, we won't look at it, even with Mr. Choi Guohua Choi, who is called Immortal... after all, this is America, protection is much more troublesome than destruction. ”

“We certainly understand the power of the United States Department.” The Japanese messenger smiled, "and the flaming yellow awakening in the United States should also be unpopular, right? ”

“Well, if the FBI and the NSA would normally deport these people, of course, but because of the last incident, the creature miracle was also very hostile to us, and they used their influence within the government, and this time they should be out of line with each other, of course… I like to be out of line. ”

With a smile on his teeth, the telephone on the table rang, the man named Castro picked it up and hung it up a moment later, a moment later: “In fact, our people have now completed the preliminary survey, I think we will be able to carry out the operation tomorrow. Perhaps Mr. Watanabe will be able to return to Japan with Miss Zhang. I think this will be a pleasant journey...”

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Snowflakes are still floating and the chef is still talking in the dining room.

“Then we think we have a common language. Likewise, I hate New York...”

By heart, this is indeed a charming man, although it may be a little embarrassing to hitch, but the smile is sincere, the way it is spoken is not annoying, and it does not look like a playboy. If you talk normally, at least most girls will smile, attach and nod their heads, and a small number of girls may even be foolish. However, before he comes up with a reason to hate New York, the woman looks at a car parked on the side of the road and has stood up laughing, picked up her trenchcoat and put her money on the table.

“It is said that if you believe in the Lord, any sin will be redeemed. ”

When she said this, the man was suddenly a little confused and his subconscious nodded, she saw that the woman was holding a Bible, but it seemed obvious that it was probably the roughest and cheapest pirated Bible in the world.

“Praise the Lord. ”

The voice seemed a little sarcastic, but apart from that, she didn't say anything else, put on her trench coat, walked straight out the door, pushed out the door, snowflake.

The man opened his mouth and sighed helplessly for half a day. A man waiter came to pack his things and laughed: "Sam? Will you be rejected, too? ”

“Sometimes.” With a smile on her face, she turned to the window and followed the Chinese girl. She walked this way again along the street, and the snowflake fell on her tennis cap and coat. The view of the street remained as usual, the bright street lights, the river running, the two policemen chatting in the police car around the corner, not far away a small car opened the door, an ordinary stranger packed coffee and egg tarts from the restaurant and went into the car with a bag, the car seemed to be about to leave.

In front of the window, the woman stopped, seemed to remember something, followed the person to the street parking place, by the time the person had walked into the car, the woman leaned over the window and said something, implicitly you could see a circular object attached to the front window of the vehicle. For a moment, the faces and movements of the people in the car seemed a little strange.

What are they saying?

This confusion arose independently in her heart. From behind, she saw that the woman's body seemed to move a little. The glass on the front door suddenly broke. It had not been possible to react yet. What the hell was going on? The woman's trench coat suddenly rose. She held two sub-machine guns in her hand, one pointing at the person in the window of the car, and the other gun resisted the head of an American coming out of the back door.

I'm afraid he'll never forget what happened at that moment.

In the blink of an eye, the gunshot sounded, even in the restaurant could be heard clearly, through the clear glass window, in the heavy snow, the head exploded like a watermelon, the blood splattered, the gun mouth pulled down without hesitation, the whole person's body was directly torn to pieces, the bullet went through, countless pieces of flesh spread out, instantly pulled a scary mark of five or six meters long on the ground.

Within seconds, the car was destroyed by a frantic burst of fire, two people were shot dead in it, one escaped, but only a few steps later was hit by the traffic, followed by a chaotic horn and collision sound, a massive traffic accident occurred instantly.

Reaching up on the roof of the car, the woman's body turned over the car and walked directly toward the person who wanted to escape when she climbed up from the ground. At the same time, two policemen in the police car at the corner reacted...

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