Hidden Assassin

Wake up from your sleep, bewildered, a ray of light poured in through the cracks of the curtains, slanted bright gold threads in the room, tiny dust spinning slowly in the air, beside a woman who slept to death.

The plasma TV was set in blue, and the music that was on last night was probably because the CD had been put on, and now it had stopped, randomly thrown underwear on the ground, all kinds of sexy devices for men and women, paper bags with white powder, needles, drug addiction utensils scattered all over the place, the room had a gloomy smell, and the bare woman next to her should be pushed away, and as usual she sat up from the bed, she felt a headache like a curse.

Reaching over his forehead, he accidentally saw the scar circling again.

“Shit!”

He cursed, threw the pillow out of the bed, shouted and knocked over the drugs on the small table, as if every time he woke up over the years, the air around him had a sense of disillusionment from reality, dry tongue, weakness, the sound of the air conditioning sounded like it was just in his ear, dry and dull, like a hundred flies flying around him, he reached out and patted a few times, went to the window brushed open the curtain, and the sunlight that came in made him feel a little uncomfortable, spinning and pulling it up hard.

It's 11: 00 in the morning, he looks back at the * * woman in bed, she looks beautiful, but what's her name, he doesn't remember, it doesn't matter, it's all for money anyway, sweetheart, cat, whatever, woman, he has changed every day for the past few years, in fact, he doesn't choose, sometimes he sleeps with ugly women, the next day also forgot, some women may have slept three or four times, all for money... not bad money!

Some things, four years after the turn of his eyes, his vision of time was vague. After coming out of the sanatorium, his father only spoke to him once, and then left him alone. Brother often came to see him. For a while, his temper became grumpy and he wanted to kill someone or something, but the friend who could do this sort of thing seemed to have stayed away from him overnight, and later found out that it was his father's brother who gave the order to die, and he was not allowed to think about it. And then he started using drugs until now, because every time he saw a scar on his arm, he couldn't help it.

He put on his shirt and covered the scar on his arm, his lower body still wore only one slit, pushed out the door and yelled: “Aunt Wu!” Looking to one side of the railing, a servant was seen fainting on the floor.

“Too much... Too much..."

He shook his head and muttered to himself. It was in the hallway on the second floor of the villa, looking down, and he found a man sitting in the living room below, looking behind him, outside the door, a guard fell into the sun.

“Too much... hallucinations...”

This is not the first time in years that a similar scenario has been seen, and every time it is different, but the shadow is as familiar as a nightmare, or a dark space filled with corpses of flesh, or a rubble of blood, and the demon drags him into hell one after another and kills him. After countless repetitions of this scenario, he finally gained some resistance, whispering and walking downstairs: "I'm not afraid of you! You are hallucinating... hallucinating! ”

The hallucination turned around and looked at him and said slowly: "Ying Zifeng, I've waited so long for you to wake up. ”

“You are hallucinating...”

He swayed underground into the living room, looked at the man and came over, holding a can of Coke in his hand, and then poured loudly over his head, the frozen liquid coming down from his head, causing him to be all excited, the foam gas was rising in the air, and the face looked at him indifferently. After a moment, his free eyes finally gathered and he suddenly fell to the ground, his hands desperately trying to climb up the stairs behind him: “No, no, no, no, no... you're dead, you're dead...”

“You're right, I thought I was dead.” A ghost named Jiaming stood there and looked at the watch on his wrist, "Are you awake? ”

“You can't kill me, you can't kill me...” Yingzifeng climbed up the 5th level staircase, then the whole person slipped down again, and when he had to climb up, Jia Ming had come over, squatted in front of him, time, his whole body was already weak, he looked at that ordinary and cold face and spoke subconsciously, “You can't kill me, my father... my brother they will retaliate, they will all retaliate... you dare not kill me, you won't dare to kill me last time... you will retaliate...”

This is actually what he has been saying for several years to comfort himself. The man is dead, or he dares not do it. In this constant statement, he saw Jiaming shook his head, some regret in his eyes, some flash, and then gently reached out and slapped him on the shoulder, like a bitter mouthful of comfort.

“I can't... this time it's not the same as last time, I can't anymore...”

Then the hand pressed his neck and the darkness struck.

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11: 30, Chaohai Group Corporation. Upon receiving a call from a bodyguard in the elevator, Haisheng and Ying Zilang were informed of Ying Zifeng's abduction.

“Has anyone seen the kidnapper? ”

“No, everyone in the villa was knocked out and not recorded on CCTV, but we estimate the time was half an hour ago...”

“This guy, tell him to stay calm and piss off someone else! ”

In response to Kaisheng's hateful curse, for the second son, he used to hate iron and steel. Since the events of four years ago, the position of his family in the flaming yellow awakening has deteriorated, he can't help but wish that he had never had this son before. In these years, he has only let himself go, and has regained most of his power around him. At best, he has been given the capital to spend money to play with girls. Who knows that this happened again?

He was already worried about the dust in the sky, he was upset, but Yong Zilan next to him was nervous, asked several questions in a row, and then asked him to rush to his brother's place to deal with the matter immediately. Although he had no interest in his second son, his elder son's brotherhood was no big deal after all, waved and said he was ready to split up.

Originally going to a business banquet, today's arrangement is to go to the banquet at sea, deal with the kidnapping case, and walk out of the hall together. Under the guard of the bodyguard, both of them are thinking about whether there will be any dark screen behind this matter. For example, they don't want to let the other party get the dust of the sky. Perhaps the other day they kidnap their son, just walked to the gate, the father and son's phone ringing at the same time, the same, strange number.

“Maybe it's the kidnapper...”

Ying Zilang glanced at his father, attached his phone to his ear, and then pressed the call key at Haisheng Fang: “Hello. ”

“Looks like you know about Ying Zifeng. ”

The voice on the phone was casual and faint, seemed familiar, but brought a little strange indifference. In this talking room, the two of them, together with a dozen bodyguards around them, had walked out the door to the sea group. The sun was shining in the small square outside. Due to the good design combined with the surrounding buildings, walking out of the door was a cool natural breeze, everyone's clothes hunting and hunting sounded, waiting for their convoy to park a few meters outside the door, and responded to Season's silence for a second: “What do you want? ”

“I'm here to deliver something. ”

“What?”

“Family blessing... let you go to Jianghai to collect family blessing, you have been reluctant to go, then I will trouble you a little and help you deliver it. ”

Less than two meters away from the car in front of them, the season and Yong Ziran stopped suddenly, the wind blow over, the pedestrians in the small square often came and went, four years of time and memory brushed close, that memory was as deep as they saw the ordinary but terrifying teenager standing in front of them talking, the heart suddenly contracted, while a shadow fell from the sky.

Bang, bang...

“Ah--”

Flying down from dozens of floors of tall stairs, the body smashed the ceiling of the car on the side, the broken bulletproof glass burst like a pearl, the sound of shouting before the screaming of the man in the air, the bodyguard jumped from four sides to protect Ying's father, Ying Zilan suddenly pushed away the bodyguard beside him, looking at the recessed roof in front of the side, the whole body dyeing the blood distortion of Yongfeng seemed to still look at the brother and father, only that the eyeballs had completely burst. When the bodyguard pulled off and saw the scene clearly, it was almost unconsciously shouted out: “Gu Jiaming, I will let everyone you care about die! ”

“… still so uninspired. ”

The voice over the phone sighed softly, and at the same moment the wind blew in the small square, a red thin silk cloth, flying towards the sky.

The silk cloth was thin and generous, originally folded up and clamped under the armpit of a person, the person panicked, causing the huge silk cloth to take off his hand, stretched flying in the air, just toward the Yang's father and son pile of people, at this time no more than four or five meters apart, and looked at the person coming this way, the bodyguard in front of him suddenly stopped his footsteps, his hands raised their guns.

The foreman's right hand swung out from the bottom left toward the top right, and his two fingers seemed to have been gently paddled in the air.

The images staggered, the gunshot did not ring, the next moment, the huge red silk cloth completely covered a dozen people, outside the silk cloth, the first guard to raise the gun silently knelt down, the blood burst out of his neck. The back silk room, accompanied by shadow confusion, screaming and gunfire sounded continuously.

This silk cloth is light and thin. With the sun shining at noon in the summer, little light can be shielded from it. It basically does not create much trouble of movement. It is towards them is a middle-aged man with no appearance. However, at the moment of his intersection with this group of people, whether it should be seafood or Yong Zilan, it is Gu Jiaming who has reacted.

His makeup was casual, at best it obscured the original appearance. However, there was not much cover for the body and basic outline, but it might not matter in front of him. At the same time as he walked in, the two bodyguards raised their guns, and the other bodyguard in front of him grabbed at his hands. Before and after, more than a dozen bodyguards concentrated their attention almost simultaneously. Each of these bodyguards was rigorously trained, flexible and sturdy. However, in the face of such a battle, Jia Ming's only action was to wave two fingers of his right hand.

Half circle, slant, pull, gently, the action seemed easy and casual, even Ying's father and son could capture it, yet all the attacks seemed to have lost their effect in front of him, he bowed his head forward, slightly sided his body, slipped, continued to walk... As he took his second step, the commanding dance in the air had brought out a continuous fine line of blood, blood from one person to the other, throat, wrist, eyes... the blood line in the air was like a wild grass of writing, and the sea life looked almost open at the hand commanding the eldest son's eyes, throat knot, then pulled down on his throat the shadow of a phantom crossing the hierarchy guard.

Less than three seconds later, Jiaming crossed the crowd and pulled the cloth from the top with his hand. The silk cloth flew out like a kite, and the sun came down on their heads again. More than a dozen people in the rear began to fall toward the ground. He still walked forward casually, putting the bloody blade in his right hand into his mouth, then lifted his chest and shot the washed camera, pressing the shutter towards the rear.

In a low voice, the photograph was clicked out, he took off the photograph and jumped backwards with his hand. With the wind in the small square, the piece of paper fell in a blood pocket in front of Ying Haisheng's father and son.

The head also passed through the confused crowd in front of it, reaching over a dozen metres away at the corner of the street and shouting a finger in the air: "Taxi.” A taxi stopped at the side of the road and he sat in and said to the driver: "Go to the airport. ”

The driver stepped on the throttle and lowered his head slightly, looking from the street far away from the rear-view mirror, looked at the camera on the passenger again: “Something seems to be going on over there, journalist? ”

“Yeah.” He smiled.

“In a hurry, thanks. ”

A few minutes later, an initial group of policemen arrived at the scene, facing a dozen bodies whose throats had all been slit open, unable to help themselves. Half an hour later, far away in Jianghai, they were informed of the killing of three of their fathers and sons, which was confirmed an hour later. Around 2 pm, the flight from Guangzhou to Jianghai arrived on time, replied to the original outfit of Jiaming, walked out of the airport lobby and stepped on the fiery Jianghai again. He bought a pair of sunglasses in the shop near the airport, covering his eyes with some blindness.

He still remembered the city, remembered many things, but the emotions in those memories became a little alienated by the overlap between four years of pain and the memories of the Second Century, as if the girl, the quiet name Sha Sha, had been killed by him in a fragment and left in darkness, like the cold and the love in his heart, the hearts of the killers and the full guilt, the conflicting memory of Peloka and the flat student years, everything was still in his memory, but it had been cut apart by unbearable pain, which forced him to stop again and look at himself at the moment, the city's past and the future were alternating in his mind.

A taxi stopped beside him, he shook his head, stood halfway at the fork in front of him, and he picked one direction to start walking, the sun flames, and he kept moving forward, looking at everyone in the city, every car, every shop, every billboard, picking up the shards of his memory.

At the same time, the day on the corner of the city and others are in a huge crisis and dilemma. For four years, the forces of the sea have ceased to occupy as important a position as in the past in the flaming yellow awakening. If problems arise, the forces of the system can naturally annex everything to each other by pushing the water, but in the present situation, they no longer have such an imperative advantage, The undead who appeared a few days ago were unable to leave behind even the army's movements, although it caused them tremendous damage, and now they are at any moment at risk of backlash, and the shadow of death is casting over the heads of every flaming yellow awakening member of the river and sea life, and the mysterious killer who appeared in Guangzhou, whether downhole stone Peroga or any other dark organization that wants to touch the fish, will probably be the last to crush the camel's back. Root straw.

Irrespective of the darkness or the light, in the small martial arts hall on the other side of the city, a woman named Quiet sat in front of the window, watching the desk set into a stack of song tracks, singing softly, preparing for the guest series performance of the evening's Rains concert, however focused the look, present in her heart at this time, apart from the heartbreaking sadness, there is still only confusion about the future, the same mood as her, like a twin girl at this time is looking far away on the balcony of the building hundreds of meters away, when the wind blows, raised the hair between her ears...