Hidden Assassin

It's hard to describe how that feels.

By the time she woke up, it was about 3 p.m., the mattress was soft, the room was warm and comfortable, and someone put something next to her pillow and then gently picked up her naked leg outside the mattress and pulled up the quilt to cover her up.

After doing this, the man went inside and pulled the curtains, picked up the bathrobe that had been thrown in the basement and put it in the bathroom. When he walked out, it was not very tall, but Jiaming.

Her hypotensive illness had accompanied her, and these obscure images took a long time to turn into concrete signals in her mind, and she lay there quietly and smiled softly. For a moment, she sat on her back and the mattress slipped off her satin-like skin until her whole naked upper body was exposed to the air before she gently pulled on the quilt, looking in the direction of the bathroom, and the mumps were a little angry.

The bad guy... he changed his clothes in the bathroom when he was in the bathroom, and now he also took the bathrobe. He clearly wanted to let himself run around naked. She laughed angrily and angrily at this kind of prank of Jiaming, but no one would see it at this time. It doesn't matter if he doesn't wear clothes. She was about to lift the quilt and get out of bed, and she noticed what Jiaming had placed beside the bed. At that moment, she realized it was her own idiot brain that made things complicated.

Tidy and tidy, the whole winter clothes from clothes to shoes and socks were next to her. I don't know when, the teenager who had been in the car all night with her had gotten up, and got these things in this rather strange town, arranged everything for her, and then quietly disappeared...

The quiet room suddenly felt very soft and warm in my heart, as if it only existed in my memories today, the perfect years when my mother was still there, I haven't felt it since my mother left...

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Dressed in clothes, shoes and socks, the woman standing in front of the dressing mirror is covered in light grey, lined with yellow warm plush winter clothes, with a large hat on the back of the clothes, looking warm, and a simple brown trousers, warm sneakers on the underside, the entire outfit is designed to wrap her thick and firm. Totally American practical style, doesn't highlight her slender figure, there is no need to highlight the relatively tall individuals in the Orientals in the United States, only that relatively quiet and beautiful face has some room to shine... this is what she thought of herself, put a few POSS in front of the mirror, she shook her head and turned around and went out.

Jiaming is good at everything, is aesthetic ability... just medium level...

With such resentment, he went to knock on Jiaming's door. However, after a long wait, there was no movement at all. He turned around and went downstairs, leaving his mouth open. He found that Jiaming had sat at the coffee table on the ground floor tomorrow morning and had a great conversation with the black young man named Mike. He saw her come down, stood up and waved.

“Finally, Mike was waiting for you here. I ordered you something to eat and sent it to her right away. ”

“Mm-hmm.” Sitting there smiling, “What are you talking about? ”

“Uh, some things about… China, I hear… Miss Zhang, are you a teacher? ”

As soon as Ahern came, Mike spoke to her in a hurry. Ahern responded randomly. The black man's speech became fluent again. Soon, Jiaming came with a plate and put the food in front of Ahern. Then sit by her side.

“Talk about what? ”

“Talk about what you just talked about. ”

Jia Ming stared wide-eyed: “No way, are you interested in that thing too? ”

“What interest? Aren't you talking about China? ”

“Er...” Jia was stunned, then the man on both sides of the table smiled, “Yes, yes... this is it, we just said that you are a teacher, huh...”

It's basically the same as Mike's question, but the laughter of the two people is really weird. Ahern was just being polite to this black guy. At this time, he looked at Jia Ming a few more times and buried his head to eat after they only saw the patrol: “I don't care what you say... mysterious...”

Probably because the topic of talent is too sensitive. At this time, since Ahern is here, it is not suitable to continue, Jiaming's personality is very clear. In particular, Mike's attention is focused on Ahern at this time. He is also too lazy to look for redundant topics. He just turns around and looks at the snow scene outside the window. It turns out that these black-skinned races of rap are still relatively talkative. Mike randomly searched for a few topics. Ahern felt Jiaming glance over his face and occasionally looked up for two sentences, and the topics on the table had to be continued. Just eating while she was eating, she was also a little depressed. According to this guy named Mike, if he took himself and Jiaming out of town to see if he had to face this black light bulb all day, he was going to find a reason to stay in the room and Jiaming alone. Forget it, a wind chime came from the door. The white policeman he saw this morning also walked in, said hello to Mike over here, and then sat beside him with a glass of wine.

“Hey, Verone, off duty? ”

“Yeah, get it now.” I didn't look too closely at Ahern in the morning. At this time, sitting across the street, this person couldn't help but look at Ahern for a few moments, and then my heart said absently, “Did you see the news? ”

“What?” Mike shrugged, “I've been busy all morning watching what news. ”

“Last night in New York was a thrill, almost the biggest shootout ever, blocking three blocks in Manhattan, followed by an hour-long car chase, a sports car crashing across New York City, and then rushing straight out into the Washington Bridge, boom... Mike, can you believe there are people in New York who can rush speeds over 150 kilometers in this weather? ”

Perhaps there are also reasons for Ya Han's attention. He spoke of the matter in an exciting tone. Indeed, Ya Han raised his head and glanced at Jia Ming in vain. In view, Jia Ming opened his eyes and looked like an absolutely harmless curiosity baby, waiting for the police to continue talking about the matter. Mike also opened his mouth: “How could it be that only God could do something like this, that Jesus would destroy people in cars! ”

“Then he is God.” Villen stretched out his hand, "I don't know how many enemies are behind it. Not only did the sports car successfully escape from New York, but it also killed a helicopter. Just 20 kilometers south of the woods, we have now found the wreckage of the sports car and the wreckage of the helicopter on the side of the road. The FBI from New York is still in the woods. Perhaps the driver has escaped... on our side...”

As he spoke, he turned to Jiaming and Ahern with confusion. They looked at each other and Jiaming said: "No way, you don't think it was us? ”

“Uh, this, you guys...”

“Come on, Verone, they're my friends.” Negroes on the side protested dissatisfied, "although they also had some trouble... do you think they look like people who can race in New York? You think so?”

Ahern's appearance is absolutely gentle and beautiful, making people feel lovely. He doesn't look like a bad person. As for Jiaming, it makes people feel like a perfect expression of the concept: this guy can't do anything. Villen glanced at them and then laughed: “Oh, if it was you, my advice to you was never to let the FBI find out. I don't want to have a shootout with someone who can kill the helicopter, haha...”

“Mm-hmm.” Jia Ming nodded, “As long as you don't pull the gun, I promise I'll just kill those FBIs. ”

And a few people laughed, and for a moment, the black man said, "What is it? A mafia fight? ”

“It is not clear for the time being.” Villen shook his head, "I'm just a little cop, I don't know that much, but the Mafia used to fight on a scale like this, and this is New York, not Chicago in the 1930s, and we said at the police station," Is it the Colombian drug lords or the Chinese triad, those drug lords do have this big pens, and they don't have brains, but I don't think it's a triad style, they prefer to work in the dark. ”

After talking about it, the wind chimes at the small hotel rang again, this time three tall young black men came in, and when they saw Viren and Mike sitting here, the frowned and frowned, and the two stood up.

“Hey, Mike, what a surprise. Are you back? Is that how I can understand… now we can sort things out.” He stood at the table with his hands in his chest and his tall, firm body was very oppressive. He couldn't help but look at the two outsiders on the other side and stood on Ahem's face for a few seconds. But in the tone of voice, there is not a single bit of goodwill.

“Leave it alone. Jamaal.” Verone tapped the table lightly, "and you and Mike were just talking about Jessica, and now Jessica's not following you or Mike, is that all? ”

“It's not about Jessica, it's about men.” Then Jamaal said, "We have to work something out. Do you want to get involved? As a cop? ”

“If you like.” Viren doesn't step back.

“OK.” The tall Jamal nodded, standing at the table, looking like a godfather, pointing his finger at Mike, word for word, "You're a coward. ”

Jiaming leaned her head aside and bored her lips. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)