Hidden Assassin

Among the crowd, the man continued to walk forward, distracted to gauge the surrounding shops, without noticing a glimmer of sight coming from the floor behind him.

The crowd in front crossed the vehicle, and what was blocking his sight became less and less, fifteen meters apart, and he naturally reached behind him.

On the roof, the gaze parked behind him moved away, in the instant room, to the front guarded by the guard of Senator Tsingchuan, the young girl's fingers poked at the trigger, in the night wind, the body tattoo of the gun did not move, the whole roof seemed to solidify in an instant, like a still image of the movie, however, if you can see this image, maybe everyone can feel it, as long as it runs, the next moment, the trigger will snap. But at this moment, in view of the road ahead, a man suddenly ran out laughing.

Then came the second and third… It was a group of young people rushing out of the adjacent store, chasing after them, the bodyguard in front almost subconsciously nervous, while one of the bodyguards also seemed to notice the man coming across the street.

The man's hand grabbed a few times between his waists, then reached up and grabbed his ear root, his heart walked distracted towards the side, in the distance between him and the bodyguard, the young man was still fighting with each other, the bodyguard relaxed momentary vigilance, half-air, the sight of the sniper gun shifted silently, Senator Tsingchuan bent over and walked into the car door.

Few people could possibly understand what had been missed at that moment, but the difference between life and death, sometimes so slightly floating, had quietly risen in the time that people had not noticed, and then, because of a coincidence, had faded away, the parties had no idea.

The man disappeared into the crowd, on the roof, the girl dropped her gun, pressed the shutter until everyone disappeared, and a dozen seconds later she removed the camera, the mirror, the tripod, and then even split the sniper gun and put it in the cello box.

With the cello box on her back, the teenage girl walked into the back door. Soon, she walked vibrantly. The ordinary teenage girl, who looked to her right, appeared in the street below and gradually disappeared into the crowd.

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A few minutes later, a taxi stopped between seemingly remote streets and the girl with the cello box was walking down the car as the door opened.

“It's so late, you should be aware of living nearby. ”

While giving the money to each other, the enthusiastic driver said this, the young girl nodded, did not speak, she no longer had a sun hat on her head, a long one was released, much different from the young girl who looked to the right on the street, at least it looked quiet and pure a lot, it looked like a college girl living in the field. There are many cheap rental houses nearby, and it is true that security is not good, and when she walks into a nearby restaurant that opens at night, three less serious men measure her on the side.

“Looks good...”

“Nice hair...”

“The cello, very temperamental...”

“I haven't seen it before, it looks like it's new...”

Because it was summer, the three men wore flowery green vests, shorts, wooden feet, and they talked and whistled this way.

“Boss, a pork chop, take it away.” She spoke lightly in front of the counter, and a man leaned over: "Pork chops? Just pork chops? Oh, boss, give her another corn soup, it's on me. ”

Soon after, pork chop and corn soup were sent out. She picked up the pork chop and turned away. The boss laughed: “Don't you want the soup? It's really nice. ”

“No, thank you. ”

Walking out of the restaurant, she carried a cello box with her pork chop and walked in one direction. She could only hear treading behind her back, and the three metres of men picked up the soup and followed her from behind.

“What are you doing walking so fast? ”

“We're not bad people! ”

“I'm just asking you to eat. What college are you from? I have friends at all the universities in Tokyo. ”

“Haha, where do you live? New here? ”

The words of the three men appeared noisy in the night, as it was late at night, and the alleys between the many cheap rental houses became the prelude to many vicious security incidents. The teenage girl was only a preliminary follow-up investigation for two days, and she didn't do much costuming in her body. At this time, her hair dropped off. From the rear, she looked particularly attractive. The three of them looked at each other a few times, said, the voice gradually decreased, and the closer they were to the teenage girl. The residents of the neighborhood were mixed with fish dragons. If anything messed up happened, most of them would have nothing to do with it.

tread... only footsteps left in the alley.

When a man's hand rested on the girl's shoulder from behind, her footsteps snapped and the girl stopped and turned back slightly. The three men did not seem to be any recidivists. At this time, they paused and seemed to want to laugh and say something. The girl's left hand waved in the air.

“Wow...” The noise continued unabated.

“Ah..." As if there was a frightening noise in the night, the man with the girl's shoulder took two steps backwards, tripped to something, then slammed to the ground, a handknife waved by the local girl, the bamboo originally leaning on the corner of the wall as if it had been cut by a long knife, interrupted two times, the incision was sharp, and then fell constantly upwards.

“Let me see it again and I'll kill you. ”

The girl opened her mouth slightly and turned around to continue walking. Soon thereafter, the sound of three people fleeing their lives was heard.

A few minutes later, she returned to the nearby rental room, which was not a small room, but the beds, tables and chairs looked simple. Some of the homemade appliances were on the table, and if anyone saw them, they probably wouldn't understand what they were for. There were dozens of photographs on the walls, maps of Tokyo's districts, not too many signs, clutter and chaos. She locked the door, dropped the pork chop and then took the camera out of the violin box and went to the darkroom beneath the room.

The reason I introduced the host to a photography student, this darkroom, is why she stays here.

The process of flushing the photos was not slow, but it wasn't too fast, coming out of the darkroom, and she picked out ten of today's hundreds of photos, one on the wall, and as she passed through the mirror, she looked at herself.

Removing the mask from her face, the beautiful melon face appeared a little pale. She looked again and frowned for a moment before sitting in front of the mirror. She had a long hair many years ago. She had never moved in the past four years. This soft black hair had grown beyond her waist and limbs. These days it was just a simple disguise. If it weren't for tonight, I would not have found any obstacles to them.

She picked up the scissors and cut them all off neatly on the floor, clutching them together on her shoulders. The hair is thrown into the trash can, which makes it look much more eye-catching.

Walk to the table and sit down, take your laptop out of the drawer, attach it to the instrument on the table, then take out your little book with you, write a strange memory symbol on it, and put the pen back in the stationery box you used before. Over the years, these things have also been used, and the stationery will no longer be lost somehow, perhaps because there will no longer be anyone sitting next to her to hand her the bag, and thinking about it makes me feel a little sad.

Actually, it's not just sadness, it's not emotion that can be described with sadness, but it's classified here...

Everything stems from his teachings, the information revealed in the photographs, Kiyokawahei's behavior, the habits of bodyguards and the methods of assassination that the enemy might use to drill the space himself, and then, summarizing the information monitored by the instrument during the day, she concentrated on doing all of this, and it was about 4: 00 in the morning, she opened the lunch box, started eating the cold pork chops, and relaxed herself, making plans for the new day.

Everything was running overloaded, but she didn't feel tired, she had been waiting for four years, just for this one time, eating, and she remembered the last thing that the person had said to her.

“... remember the first reason you came here to ask me for help? You want to prove yourself in front of your father and family and help the Yuechi family get out of Peyroga's shadow... the imperial guard is dead, but Peyroga will not stop, one day they will come back to life, so now, remember what I said..."

“The Yuechi family's vulnerabilities are obvious, in order to find a breakthrough from you, Peroga has planned for many years, and the information obtained will not change roughly, so the plan they have made is roughly no more than three possibilities... Yuechi is a madman, he is definitely more terrible than Yuechi, choose which one, depending on when he likes to start... Either of the three possibilities, is from the outside to the inside, for so many years, Cherry weave is said to be an accessory to the Yuechi family, but its position in the economy has been deep enough to the roots of the Yuechi family, one day you will find that Cherry weave stock has very strange fluctuations, it looks just one of many coincidences, but if it meets the following factors, it is the prelude...”

“At the same time as the economic shock, they will carry out a series of assassinations that will shake the political influence of the Moon Pool family. Once it starts, it is a chain reaction, and their targets are numerous, but recently, the most important one is Heiji Tsingchuan, if the time is too long, you have to grasp it yourself... You need to save this person, but at this time, you can not alert Peyroja...”

“I didn't intend to take any disciples at first because I didn't have that kind of talent, but since I did, if you were too bad, it would make me feel... retarded. Now that you came here initially for this reason, let's work hard for this reason, let's just pretend... for your exam, if possible..."

“If possible… I will look at you…"

In fact, now, Father, Family, Moon Pool and all that doesn't matter anymore, but since it's an exam...

Teacher, please look at Kaoru and finish these questions.

She thought about eating pork chops clean.

At 4: 30, she took a rough bath and went to bed. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)