Hidden Assassin

It was nightfall when she came home, the street lights lit up the neighboring street, some husband and wife sat downstairs in the neighborhood and spoke chilly, Julian sent her out behind the door, she was horrible, almost forgot to say goodbye, Ye and his wife waved unconsciously.

Through the martial arts hall in front to the living room, Duan Jingxian served her a hot meal. Considering that she had not eaten anything for the past two days, the weather was hot and she cooked porridge. Then there were several plates of her favorite pickles. Mother sat and watched her move chopsticks. After seeing her mood seemed stable, she asked casually: "Where were you today? ”

“... went to Sacred Heart College...” She slowly chewed a squeeze of vegetables into her mouth, "I was looking for Sister Ahern, she wasn't there anymore. ”

“Ahem, she's been here a few times.” Ye Mother nodded with a smile, "Haven't been in Sacred Heart since she got pregnant, have been working for her family's company for two years. ”

Psychic stunned: “Pregnant, pregnant...”

“Yeah, my daughter's almost three years old.” Duan Jingxian turned back to confirm with Ye Han, "it was almost November 2001, right? ”

“October 26. ”

“Well, it's November.” She nodded, “I have a daughter, she looks very cute, her nickname is Tao Tao, you must have loved it too...”

“Tao Tao...”

As if he noticed that his daughter's mood was somewhat wrong, Duan Jingxian stopped talking. He looked at her husband with confusion. Nature also obtained an inexplicable gaze. It took a moment before he heard Ling Jing say: “If she got pregnant in October... Yahan sister... Yahan sister married someone? ”

“Oh, that's gone...” Zhan Jingxian shook his head and sighed. “She wouldn't say who the father of the child was. She was having a boiling time with the family and came to us. At that time, the one who had been chasing her silence. I heard she didn't mind having a child and still wanted to marry her. She didn't say yes. That's how she gave birth to the child. Later, Taobao was born cute, and her father saw how he liked it and let their mother and daughter go home. Last year, I heard you kept asking Tao who his biological father was. You also wanted to kiss Ya Han or something. However, you Ya Han's sister had a great time watching Tao, but she didn't seem to have any plans in this regard. Counting... she's seven years older than you, and she's 29 years old...”

“October 2001... November 2001... Tao... Tao... Gu Tao...” Ling Jing put down the chopsticks and muttered to herself. She came back today to hear the news of Jiaming. She knew that Jiaming had left Uhe Ridge after November. It seemed like she caught a little hope in her heart. Who knew she would hear such news when she came back? Was Jia Ming with Ahem after she left? They also had a daughter, so what should they do? Where is Jiaming now...

Duan Jingxian couldn't hear clearly beside him. Although he was somewhat confused, he didn't expect that Jiaming and Ahern would have anything to do with it. After all, Jiaming and Ling and Sha Sha were still understandable together, but Ahern was seven years older than them. In the eyes of ordinary people, it was really unlikely. For a moment, quietly lowered his head and covered his head.

“Mom, I'm going to meet Sister Ahem tomorrow...”

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At 11 pm, six black cars entered the quiet neighborhood and Choi Guohua and others came out of the car when they stopped by the garden outside a building.

Someone was already waiting for them downstairs. One of the walkers went upstairs, Choi Guohua frowned, pushed open the hidden door, and the smell of blood drifted out.

“The seventh of three nights...”

Blood was pouring on the floor of the room. At this time, it was slightly clotted. Six headless bodies were pierced by steel pipes or wooden sticks, fixed on the concrete wall. These people were more or less injured. Some were even cut off on their limbs. Six heads were placed on the round table in the center of the room at this time. One of the crew members next to Choi Guohua looked at all this, his nose smelled the surrounding smell and began to walk in. A moment later, he concluded: “Still the same people from last night and the night before, but... today there is only one...”

“The one you said used a thin sword as a weapon? ”

“Swords and guns… but it seems that he is more passionate about swords…” The man closes his eyes and feels everything around him, "like I said, not just physical surgery, he must have powers, but he adapts to them only to assist himself in some subtle places, this is the really powerful use, the bloody aesthetics… He is pursuing the aesthetics of death...”

“He didn't cut off his head the other day. What did he mean by that?” Choi Guohua frowned and looked at the head of the round table. His eyes were a little sad. These people, even if they were not friends, could at least be called comrades.

“I think it doesn't matter to express this, it means the same thing as killing people the other day...” The person talking, he is also considered an alien, but the efficacy of this alien energy is not very obvious, making him look like a person with strong reasoning ability, even sixth sense, in the flaming yellow awakening, with similar ability, and at this time already married, exited the group Qiao Guorui, “Today he has plenty of time, so did this. Perverted killer Solam also has a habit of cutting off his head, but that's just out of a strong desire for expression, and this guy... should just be doing a pastime thing with his hands, as if we were bored when we were kids and had a book around us, so tearing the book apart and folding it into a paper plane... just doing it..."

“It just went smoothly...” Choi Guohua muttered, “Zheng Guoquan, the six of them are not very strong, but they are also strictly trained. They actually died silently and didn't even wake up the neighbor next door... How does this person compare to Gu Jia Ming...”

“Tactics are different, Captain Choi, not to mention their level is too high for me to compare.” In the midst of a bloody desolation, the person next to him laughed carelessly. Nor was he a member of the Choi Guohua group, but an analyst who had been following Emei base for a long time.

“I have analyzed the information from previous years, Gu Jiaming is not keen to fight. Although many things like to be solved by battle, it is just an instinct that has become habitual, similar to the reflex of conditions, which makes me wonder how this instinct is formed. After all, he is only eighteen years old, and this person... He is not keen to fight, but battle and killing are not instincts, but just many abilities and hobbies, like reading books, singing, dancing, and the other thing is, he has a strong near paranoid aesthetic and rules of procedure...”

He walked to the wall and looked at the wounds on his body: “It can be considered an obsessive disorder, as if a man had to walk through the front door in any case, then even if the front door was broken and the back door was open, he would never walk towards the back door, such a man… If he could analyze his rules of procedure and understand his goals, he might be able to put the trap down...”

“The problem is that there's more than one of them...”

“Yes, I see two people at the moment, and... they're too good, if there's more...” He shook his head, “I've seen everything I can, leave the rest to the forensic physician...”

Choi Guohua nodded and slowly walked to the table, closing the eyes of six people with fear, consternation and pain...

More than forty people have died in three days, and together with their companions who have lost their lives in Europe, this number has to be doubled upwards, but not even a clue to the enemy has been caught at the moment, a feeling of powerlessness that has never even existed in the face of a runaway home. After all, there was room for speech in front of Jia Ming at that time, but it was a group of powerful and careless saboteurs.

More than an hour later, the convoy drove out of the neighborhood, approaching the door of the neighborhood, and suddenly, analysts sitting next to Choi Guohua shocked, gazing at the garden in front of the side, his whole body seemed nervous, looking at him like this, Choi Guohua said in his walkie-talkie. The vehicle slowed down and gradually a figure appeared under the street lamp behind the garden.

This angle looked over, only to see the man's side shadow, a blonde hair tied to the tail of a horse, in a white suit, and the man was sitting in a bench under a street lamp looking at a book. At midnight, a foreigner actually sat under a street lamp in such a residential area and read a book. It was a strange thing. As the vehicles moved forward, all six of them had pulled out their guns and loaded them. Meanwhile, the man closed the book and stood up, turning around and slowly walking this way.

That was a pretty handsome man who looked a little thin in the light, but his long body naturally also had an elegant feeling. He looked at this side with a smile, his footsteps slightly accelerated. About a dozen meters apart, he looked at Choi Guohua's bulletproof car and bowed like a European gentleman.

For a moment, the figure suddenly magnified in the sight of the crowd.

Beneath the street lights, glaring.

In the surrounding vehicles, people picked up guns and opened or kicked open the doors almost unanimously. Choi Guohua grabbed the collar of the neighborhood analyst and pulled him backwards. At the same time, he had raised the gun in his hand and pointed at the shadow of a piece of bulletproof glass, while Sharp Sword Feng stabbed into the car.

That's a long, thin European bayonet. The man was too fast, even after countless training, Choi Guohua felt almost indestructible. When he rushed over, he still had a book in his hand. However, when the right hand swung, a little light had stabbed out, and the sword was in a perfect straight line. In the moment, in an incredibly resolute manner, he penetrated the vehicle's bulletproof glass, pointing straight at the analyst's eyebrow.

That kind of force is like firing a sniper rifle at close range.

Cui Guohua Bong kicked open the door.

The bayonet just pierced a little. At this time, it looked like it was embedded in the car door. The door was kicked by Choi Guohua, and it seemed that Jianfeng also missed out. The blonde's right hand let go of the handle of the sword. As the door opened, his left hand grabbed it up and pulled it towards the rear. At the same time, his right hand pressed down and his body suddenly retreated four or five meters away. When the right hand lifted up again, the gunpoint of a pistol was already facing this way.

Gunshots rang on both sides, tearing the night sky apart.

The fire tongue staggered in the night, the fire of the six cars covered the past towards that person, but the blonde also backed off like a ghost charm. The first time it wobbled was five or six meters away, the second time it was ten meters away, the third time it had reached the edge of the garden, the bullet had entered his body, the blood flower had blossomed on the suit, but he was flashing in the gun as if nothing had happened. He held the sword beside him with his left hand, and the gun mouth on his right hand was constantly shaking, shooting the bullet into each car, like a dance between blood and fire. In that moment, Choi Guohua could almost still see the kind of elegant smile on his face.

“Wow," the shadow leaped into the garden, disappeared, the dotted flowers and leaves flew under the street lamp, the book he was reading in his hand, it was only then that he landed bang.

It wasn't long after the crowd chased out that the target disappeared completely in front of them.

“Mr. Don, are you all right?” He looked to the analysts around him, who, although seemingly cynical, were not injured, but it was only when the rest of them were informed of the casualties that the answers they received that would really make people feel bad.

“Guo Lin was shot, on her leg, shouldn't be very serious...”

“Zhongming died in the line of duty. ”

“Zhongming died in the line of duty...”

“Guoping is injured...”

In a few seconds, he died and suffered two injuries. He walked outside the car in front of him and looked at the body lying in the car. He squatted down. He only stood up a half hour later: “Zhongming he... join him for less than six months...”

Turning back, the analyst with the Tang surname was picking up the book on the ground and reading it. He walked over and the other party handed it over. It was an English version of Evolution: “He didn't really do it, he was just playing...”

“Playing? Then we also died...” Choi Guohua took the book and went through a few pages.

“We can't kill him...” the analyst frowned, “I studied the count's data in the base. If he was an immortal of the same rank as the count, plus his own strength, he could have killed us all just now. The gap between ordinary people and such intelligentsia can't be bridged... Nor is it right, or only one person can make up for it, without relying on intelligentsia at all, and can overwhelm each other simply because of his physical qualities... that person could have been on our side, unfortunately he is already dead...”

His tone of understatement is not very strong, but he and Choi Guohua both knew the significance of this matter. Five years ago, he rounded up the Count, set up several groups, and still had to be taken by the Count around in circles. If several people of the same rank as the Count were to be targeted this time, then they would face the biggest crisis in the decades since the establishment of the Yellow Awakening.

In the night, the siren starts approaching...

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Soon after, it was about five or six miles from the park.

Blonde hair, ponytail, white shirt, he had changed his clothes and was sitting in a chair under a street lamp reading a book, this time a science book, The Secret of the Sun, generally an enlightening book for children, but he still looked at it as if it were Relativity, dragging the mumps, to the point that it also had a quite elegant taste of texture.

Around half the time, a tall white man walked in, not very big, about a meter and nine tall, the muscles under the T-shirt were strong, people didn't look rude, and as he walked, he reached out and said hello to the blonde man: "Hi, Victor. ”

“Hi, Quitos.” A blonde named Victor still focuses on books, just waves slightly, "what about the movie? ”

“Not bad, it's just that Chinese dubbing makes me see some impact.” Sit next to him, Quitos. "Nice book? ”

“The sun has ultraviolet light. ”

“Eh?”

“They say ultraviolet rays in the sun can cause deadly damage to vampires. ”

“Oh, never mind.” Quitos shrugged his shoulders, "they said, the cross and garlic are fine, there are legends on the Chinese side that black dogs' blood can supposedly wipe out evil, and they can probably scare vampires away... In other words, what is ultraviolet light? ”

“The blood of a black dog... is really dirty...” Victor thought, "Light has all kinds of different wavelengths, and it's really interesting to experiment with things like triple prisms that can separate white light from different colors. But I read some books, and the main function of ultraviolet light is to kill germs, and they are a very destructive light, but... are vampires less resistant than bacteria? ”

“Perhaps they say vampires are not like blood clans, they are like Chinese zombies...”

“Quitos, Quitos...” Victor shook his head helplessly, "When I got back I was going to get myself a lab... uh, maybe go to school and learn the necessary knowledge, and then really study our blood, and I saw a movie the other day called Biochemical Crisis, and you know, in some legends, people who have been bitten by vampires can turn into unconscious zombies if they can't go through their first embrace, unconscious zombies can turn others into zombies, if they can... Quitos, what do you think of a completely rotten world? ”

“That's disgusting......”

“Yeah.” Victor nodded, "But perhaps you can make the first embrace a little simpler, by the way... I do resent the sun, although not intense, but maybe there is some toxic substance in the sun, refine them, if you encounter the same kind, you can kill them faster...”

His words were not finished, and a voice rang out behind him: "I object. ”

Coming out of there was a tall, skinny man in a black shirt, frowned and looked a little shady: “Humans invented gunpowder and led the industrial revolution, so they became simpler in killing themselves, and in a sense, they were killing themselves faster, so, Victor, I object to you doing similar research, and death and blood should be an art, and we're not looking for efficiency. ”

“What if there are similar studies? Peter.”

“What an irremediably stupid question, because you gain strength for someone else to corrupt, do you have to be more corrupt than others to survive? ”

“I'll think about it.” Victor nodded, “This is just research based on the desire to know, because no one else will study it except us, I don't know the results, I will be very upset... of course, I will talk about it later..."

Quitos gave a seat to the new Peter: “I just want to fix this right now, and I don't really like the guy named Yushoki. Since he knows we exist, should we go to Japan to kill him after this? ”

Victor turned his head and said, "Peter, you went over there today. How are they doing? ”

“I can feel a strong and chaotic spiritual power, and there is an old man with a strong power, I almost found her...”

“Powerful and confusing mental power…” Victor frowned.

“Obviously he can't control his evolution, but that power is horrible and special. If it's the ability to fight, it gets pretty horrible after going mad, but if it's just an aid... as a normal person, I think all he can get is endless headaches...”

“Poor man... what about the monk's ashes? ”

“No message. ”

Victor sighed: "Then we'll have to wait a little longer. The battles of the last two days have been boring. Perhaps they can show us something interesting only if they push them to true despair. ”

“Then let them truly feel despair before Victoria arrives.” Peter's shady face revealed a smile and stood up, "At that time, one more destroy them, especially the strong, only at the last moment of life will the brightest emotions bloom...”

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That night, I had a dream and woke up in the morning, in a trance, seemingly still immersed in the dream of the past.

In their dreams, they were still in school, the teacher lectured on it, Jiaming was lying on the table, she sat next to Jiaming, not long later, the teacher came over and scolded him, he was searching for a textbook at the desk, but he couldn't find it, so he took an older textbook and put it around, and later the teacher smoked the family and answered the question, Jiaming stood up, but naturally he couldn't find anything on the book. She put the book away and showed it to him secretly, pointing her finger at the answer to the textbook.

However, Jiaming had not answered, this little action was discovered by the teacher, Jiaming was punished to stand there all the time, she was also scolded and hated in her heart.

So throughout the lesson, he stood, she sat, she had a slight grudge against him in her heart, the book was in the middle of the desk, the two people read it together, she strangled him with her hands, and he just laughed helplessly.

In their dreams, they were very old, they were in high school, and at that age, they were actually in bed, living together. But in fact, they haven't been in a class since they entered junior high school. In their dreams, the mood between her and him was also very green, as if they were still at the same table in elementary school. Best friend, she is still his older sister, hates iron and steel, strangers and familiarity just blend together like this...

She didn't know exactly what the dream symbolized, but the feeling was so real, she sat on the bed like that, watching the small electric fan at the end of the bed keep blowing, the silver moonlight coming in out the window, immersed in that feeling, quietly waiting for dawn...

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