Hidden Assassin

Rolling back and forth with the phone, Ahern seemed to have a tendency to cook porridge with her little mother. Jia Ming shook her head and gave a few silent hints. She went to the other room. Soon, the woman boss Monica sent over something to eat. Dragging a decent trolley and knocking on the door of Jiaming's side, Jiaming was still wearing his original clothes, but obviously had already taken a bath.

“Washed up so soon?” Ahern said.

“Battle bath.” Jia Ming answered with a smile, reaching out and unlocking the lid on the cart, the fragrance of the food came out, the fragrant steak, eggs, small bread, corn soup and coffee, in duplicate, "such a rich breakfast. ”

“Probably according to lunch specifications.” Yahan, still wearing a thick bathrobe, shrugged his shoulders with a smile, "So what else do you need? Sir?”

“Well, it would be perfect if you needed a beautiful woman to eat with me. Careers are best with teachers. ”

“As you wish.” Nodded, Ahern smiled brightly and pushed the dining car in, "but why the teacher? ”

“I'm a student, the temptation of uniform... Hmm, cough...”

“Die! ”

Kicked out with a smile, it was supposed to do the look, naturally it was impossible to kick Jiaming, however, one of them was unstable, the slippers flied out and was caught by Jiaming, “Wow," she barefoot on the carpet.

“Give me back my shoes... um..."

Unconscious words were not finished, but Jia Ming naturally bowed down, pinched her bare white ankle, and stretched out her hand to put the slippers on her. Ahern calmed down for a moment, I don't know why, the place that Jiaming pinched seemed to rise up a bit of acid and linen, until Jiaming turned back and pulled open the curtains of the room, she just twisted her feet on the carpet and pushed the car over. When the curtains were opened, it was still a similar view of the snow on the balcony to the other side, the sunlight came in, a small table was placed in the room, two chair pairs were placed on both sides, and she took a breath.

“Uh... so pretty, how long are we staying here?" Jiaming? ”

“I don't know, maybe a day or two. ”

“I just called Mama and she said that the plane had finally stopped, maybe for a few days. ”

“Looks like you're already in love here. ”

In a joke, they sat on both sides of the chair and ate. Not having a good night's rest, not eating, they both looked like they were swallowing, but when they saw Jiaming three times five times two killed most of the food in front of them, Ahern smiled and cut half of the steak and handed it over with two pieces of bread.

“Don't be insane.” Her mouth was filled with corn soup, she said unclearly.

“Then I was impolite. ”

Even though the other side drove a small half of the food, Jiaming still quickly resolved what was in front of him. Sitting there drinking coffee, Ahern slowed down the pace of eating, and said one question: “You said that there were two friends in trouble here this morning...”

“Well, they're from the Mafia.” He nodded frankly, Jiaming probably said about the mafia forces in New York, the conflict between Gambino and Salier, "If it's just temporary, it's actually a good deal, you know, I'm a killer, just find a place to bang John D'Amico... to make sure Gambino gets messed up again for the first half of the year...”

Dressed as simple words, cold, lonely, ruthless, speaking of these words, may be very oppressive, but at this time, the ordinary appearance plus the joke-like expression, Ahern doesn't feel a little nervous smell, but he also knows that the other party is telling the truth, strange mood, a moment laughed out: “Cut, you are not like a killer, people still think you play games. ”

“Well, there's no way, this kind of disguise is the best, and it's a show of its own...” He touched his nose, "But this kind of solution doesn't cure Ben, but Gambino doesn't really matter, I'm worried...”

“What's that Peroga? ”

“…” Jia Ming stunned, then snapped a finger, laughing, “All in all, in fact, in the current situation, it is no longer difficult for Peroga to know that they are my friends, but Peroga's current situation... Oh, Castro gave Zhuang Amir a lot of power, since Castro is dead, Zhuang should become the actual administrator on the North American side, this person likes to watch the Sun Tzu Soldier Act, North America must have desperately converged his strength after that, if I left, he would not always think of vengeance, of course, it is possible to curse me a few times a day... Well, he curses tulip...”

Now that you've decided to tell Ahern, Jia Ming won't hide it. This is not so important and dark inside, not to mention Yahan's significance is different from that of quiet and shashasha. For those two girls, he wants to protect them. For Yahan, he has always been a friend in an equal way. His own abilities are actually not strong. What comes out is more than 20 years of technology and understanding of the current killers. The skill of killing is actually derived from the idea of not wanting to die, and things are handled according to previous experience. Truth analysis and response, innovative ability, he is at best just the level of ordinary people, not even as good as Ahern. Besides, it feels really good to have a friend in the world who can say anything.

“In that case, can't you let that creature miracle watch for a second?” Ahern said with confusion.

“It seems that this is the only way, now that the miracle of creation is dominated by Peroga, intelligent heaven is too deeply connected to the FBI, the NSA, basically a national machine, they will try to maintain the balance between the two sides, so that if there is a slight response to the miracle of creation, according to the strict caution, nothing should happen.” Jia Ming nodded and smiled. “But... I really don't want to get involved with these organizations...”

Ahern finished his last steak and drank a sip of soup: “Speak like an old man...”

“I owe you a debt of gratitude, and I really don't want to be involved in this kind of thing, but some things I can't help myself...” He laughed with ridicule.

Ahern frowned: “What should we do... let that flaming yellow awakening help, you owe the flaming yellow awakening to the person, then flaming yellow awakening to the creature miracle, the two sides combined, Peyroja dared not move more? You said flaming yellow awakening was good. ”

“I owe them a debt of gratitude, and the end result is to join in. However, that is not important, the important thing is...” Jiaming took a sip of coffee, "my teacher told me, even if he died, don't join any organization for the rest of his life, don't be ordered by anyone. In fact, he has been treated very well in Peroga, he has not much to do, he also has free time, he can control himself, nothing matters... but he has betrayed himself, presumably for freedom...”

It seems that he was infected by some of the emotions in this passage of Jiaming. Ahern smiled and couldn't think of a better way to do it. For a moment, he asked: "What do those two women have to do with you... I asked you this for Ling Jing Sha Sha! ”

Jia Ming smiled: "I saved two people a few years ago, and then I met them. One is 30 years old, and the other is her daughter. She just turned 14 this year. What are you thinking? Oh, just a good friend...”

Ya Ming said that Ya Ming only relieved herself, embarrassed to succeed in a few words, both sides laughed a few words, two people packed the tableware, pushed outside the door according to Monica, because they did not sleep well last night, both needed to sleep, said good morning at the door, Jia Ming only returned to the room, the door behind him was pushed open again, Ya Han stood outside the door and looked at him, then three or two steps rushed to his face, blushing.

“What, what...” Jiaming stepped back and subconsciously sidestepped on guard.

“I... uh... I...” she said with some stutter and took a deep breath, "uh... my wallet... seems to be here... ah... no... um, I remember wrong, bye, good morning, have a good night's sleep..."

Poop a few noises, Ahern stepped on the fast steps and ran out again. About two seconds later, he rushed back to the door, smiled and pulled the door on Jiaming's side, leaving Jiaming standing there alone, rolling his eyes.

Outside the door, Ahern, dressed in a thick white bathrobe, stood still for a while, then clasped his mouth, drummed up the parchment, annoyingly slapped himself: “Idiot, idiot... you are sick...”

Pushing the door into the room, she threw herself onto the bed three or two steps, pulled up the mattress, crept around inside for a few moments, then reached out her hand and threw the large bathrobe off onto the floor by the bed. The side overhead closed his eyes and then turned to the other side for a moment. The light on the window sill was too pungent and came back soon.

So many times, she got out of bed with a quilt, jumped to the window and pulled the curtains, a jump turned around, banged, even a duvet fell on the floor, the naked upper half exposed from the mattress.

The room was warm enough for no one to see, and she dragged the quilt on her stomach so hard that it wore back into the soft bed like a caterpillar. But I turned the other way, and for a while, I couldn't sleep.

“Zhang Yahan, you are dead...”

In the darkness, women whispered to themselves. On the other side of the room, Jiaming slept in bed and had entered deep sleep.

About two hours later, Yahan over here is also asleep. Jia Ming opened his eyes and climbed up, the time is noon...

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The struggle was poorly written some time ago, and, uh, after this period in the United States, we went back to the bloody rhetoric and simple urban life drama.

Hundreds more votes, discovered that some people's bad taste is coming up again, alas, no paperwork... so sad... Last time I saw Dragonsnake's more votes, my readers voted more than 5,000 words, all I can see here is 15,000 brilliance, crying... Next time I open a book, I can't use evil as a slogan... hmmm, learn the lesson, next year I will write about brothers like Jing... (not finished, if you want to know what happened, please log on to www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support authentic reading!)