Hidden Assassin

“Told you you were looking at flowers, you didn't believe it, you had dreams every day and night. Now come on, you're scaring me. We're not going shopping for the next few days. It's so snowy. I'll call your father today. We'll go back as soon as possible. Anyway, the examination at this hospital is almost finished. It's impossible to live here in the United States. Rest and recuperation. Go back... my heart is still pounding...”

As the woman whispered, the car parked at the side of the road below the hospital, leaving the door, entering the building, entering the elevator, along the way the little mother kept talking, what happened today has obviously scared her enough.

Along the way back to the ward, Ahern didn't seem to have woken up from some trance. As Mama spoke, she threw all the shopping bags in her hand onto the bed and then went to the bathroom to remove makeup. For a moment, she ran out with some water stains on her face, her earrings had been removed, and her hair, which had been curled, had been removed. Although she always said that she lived on cosmetics, a woman in her thirties who did not apply powder still had a mature and natural temperament. After organizing what she bought today, she reached out to Yahan's forehead.

“Are you all right? Why don't you let the doctor come and see you? I think you should go to sleep first. Sleep first and everything will be fine. Be good. You sleep, don't think about anything. I'll go out first. ”

“Mom, don't worry, I'll be fine. ”

Sitting beside the bed, Ahern smiled softly and led the other party to a white eye: “Cut, if you're not persuasive at all, don't say it...”

When he opened the door, Ahern suddenly jumped out of bed and walked to the door. Ma looked back, but it was Bun and a dry bodyguard chatting outside the door. There was nothing surprising about it: “What's wrong? ”

“Uh, nothing... bun, can you come in for a second? ”

“Bang? ”

“Me?”

Everyone looked strangely at the past, and the buns also extended their hands to point at themselves. They stayed until Ahern nodded, and just then shouted. Some hesitated to enter the room.

Gently closing the door, Mama looked at the bodyguards on both sides: "Don't eavesdrop.” Then he walked towards his room.

In the room, a little quiet. As the snowy weather outside the window was a bit gloomy, at this time the picture of the ward was obviously inadequate, Ahern nodded: “Sit down.” Standing cabinets to the side, "coffee? Fruit juice? ”

“Uh, fruit juice...” Sitting on the couch, the buns felt the atmosphere seemed a little weird. Could it be that this woman couldn't find the person she was looking for, so she abandoned herself and tried to seduce herself to bed? However, this woman has something to do with simplicity. Although it is very tempting, whether or not to go to bed is difficult for a while.

Such a fussy thought, he will not take himself seriously, especially when he sees Ahern's faceless face, he can also basically understand that such a brilliant thing, it is absolutely not her turn, otherwise she will not be able to put out such a face that a man can not do, but the biggest is also the most unfortunate possibility for herself, most of all...

“Orange juice. ”

“Oh, thank you. ”

Put the juice in front of the bun, Ahern sat on the couch opposite him, the two of them stood still, and the bun had to pick up the orange juice and tuck it in his mouth. Then, just listen to Ahern softly ask: “Bun, who are you really? ”

“Hmm?” The glass revealed a pair of pure and innocent eyes.

“You're good, you can fight, you can shoot, you'll know that today the man is to fight me, you're not afraid of the Mafia at all, you just intentionally approached us, who are you?” Softly, Ahern raised his head, "You must tell me if you want to follow me? ”

GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO... holding a cup, the buns drank a large cup of orange juice and then stood up with a smile: “Sorry, I went out to answer the phone. ”

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The wind and snow whizzed out of the skyscraper complex, the heavens and the earth were all blurry, and the jeep went up the mountain road, but in the past it slipped and threw its anchor because of the snow accumulation. Leaving the driver to swing the machine in front of the car, the red-haired woman stepped out and stepped directly on the snow towards the hillside.

One of her men followed her, occasionally joking, and saw the hillside villa approaching, and she took out her brick-like phone and dialed a number.

In a deep alley in downtown Manhattan, the bell rang, sandwiched in the hollow whimper of a snowstorm blowing through the alley, appeared a little weird, the phone landed on the ground, blood flowed past, from this angle, looking over, the dark alley, is a seven vertical corpse.

A slight footstep sounded, a figure in a grey yellow down jacket threw away a stick in his hand, squatted down in front of a phone that kept ringing, and watched the bloody phone keep ringing until the bell stopped ringing.

“Shit, what are these people doing, they don't answer the phone...” On the hillside, the red-haired woman hung up the phone and cursed with hatred. By then, she had arrived in front of the villa door, walked into the lobby, and Smith was sitting on the central couch, sitting around a couple of little heads of family business, sitting next to Smith, smiling gracefully: "Hi, are you okay? ”

“There is no evidence on the part of the police, especially if we are victims, and what can be done is that bastard Eisen is trying to bother me intentionally.” Frowned, Smith said, "Did you negotiate with Robert today? How's it going?”

“I slapped him for trying to reconcile.” I went to the bar and poured a glass of wine and briefly bit my lip, "but then Joseph showed up and they arranged for a very good shooter... Overall, there was no fight on the spot and nothing was resolved... I will be responsible for the follow-up to this incident. ”

“Joseph? The shooter?” Smith frowned, "I wanted to know more about the process. ”

“OK.” She nodded briefly, telling the story of today's mall from scratch, but she didn't hide anything from herself. All the details were perfectly true. When she said it over and over again, Smith nodded and discussed it with several people around her for a while. Except for Jane's attitude, which was a little rushed, there was nothing to actually lose on her side. And after that, there were other family matters that needed to be addressed together, about an hour later, it was almost lunchtime, and Smith said, "Right, Tom, where are they? Didn't come back with you? ”

“They didn't answer the phone. God knows where they went.” Shoulder shrugged, “met the Chinese kid today. ”

“Chinese boy? ”

“The guy I met at Marilyn's, I said I'd remember him.” Smiled, "he left alone, and I grabbed him with Tom and them. The kid was so sly, he took us running around Manhattan for almost an hour, but we blocked him in the end. When I got your call, I hurried back, and now I guess... the kid is dying. ”

“This is not good enough to leave no room for either side.” Smith blamed it like that, "he said,“ and that's Chinese tourists, and now China's influence is gradually increasing in the world, and tourists will come under pressure, and once the government is under pressure, we will not be comfortable. ”

“I've done it. How's it going?” Jane's tone was a little rushed. She had always been jealous of Smith for showing her fondness for Marilyn to fight Joseph. At this time, she clearly thought Smith was afraid of hurting Marilyn's friend, and had yet to say the next sentence, only to see Smith stand up and wave.

A slap echoed in the living room, the rest of them walked away intrigued, and Smith slipped on to her and said, "I'm telling you to do something and keep your heart shut! If you hadn't slept with me and someone talked to me like that, she'd be dead!” Have a meal, "anyway, call them back for lunch, and now that we've done that, we're ready to start a war with Salier. ”

Looking at Smith, Jane dropped the blood from the corner of her mouth, sat silently on the couch, took her cell phone out of her purse, saw her grievance, and Smith grabbed the phone and dialed the number.

A dozen seconds later, the phone was connected.

“Hello? Uh... hmm... hmm...”

The call lasted about a minute and could only be heard piecemeal from Smith. When he finished, he put his phone's flip plate on a slow cover, and his gaze shifted without knowing what he was thinking.

“Uh, where are they?” Thinking about easing the relationship with Smith, Jane asked after a while.

Without an immediate answer, Smith raised his head and breathed out a complex sigh of relief, then handed his phone back and looked at the woman's face: “How many of you… are there? ”

“Uh, Hans and the two of them are back with me, and Tom's got 20 guys over there, 23 in total.” The answer was vague.

“Twenty-three... twenty... you said you blocked that Chinese kid? ”

“Yeah, Manhattan... there's a dead end over on Sixth Street...”

“He's alone? ”

“Of course it's one! What's going on?” Aware that something was wrong, Jane stood up as she asked, and the next moment Smith turned, waved, and a louder slap knocked her over the couch, and Smith yelled in the room:

“That's right, one of them, 20 on our side! You arrogant bitch! Did you get their plan? This call is from the police station! Twenty men, many more. They're all dead! Just after you left, they all died in that alley-" (to be continued, go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, support authentic reading!)