Hidden Assassin

The rains in Tokyo City soared for a day before stopping in the evening. The air was still moist with heavy rain. The cool city streets were not diminished by the night. Lights were lit in shops on both sides of the road, and a bright and clear atmosphere was reflected in huge windowpanels.

At 8 p.m., Wentaro stepped out of the MRT station in Chiyota District, crossed the road, walked into an open bar opposite him, and walked into the corridor behind the bar, led by a waiter.

Turning around a bend, the noise in the rear gradually distanced, at the end of the road was a wall with demonic floating paintings, he knocked twice on the floating painting, a dark door quietly opened, from here, walked in, it was like a large room like a conference room, had gathered twenty or thirty people, when he saw him, everyone looked at him.

“Sato, how is it going? ”

“Actions are identified above. ”

The room was big, it also seemed messy at this time, someone smoked, someone played with the dagger, someone disassembled and assembled the gun, someone sat on the windowsill listening to the song, Wentaro spoke, walked to a computer next to him, inserted a USB disk, shortly after, the documents appeared from the large screen on the side of the room.

“This is the Hayakawa Building near Asakusa Bridge in Sumida District. According to the survey, one of the divisions of the three-way team is also located there. As you can see in the official structure chart, there are guards on the front and side, and there are cameras, which may be more than statistically...”

He said, while manipulating the 3D graphical rotation browsing, for a moment, the middle-aged man sitting in the corner smoking, frowned and opened his mouth: “Are you sure it was Peroga's hand?” As soon as his words came out, several of the crowd's more violent personalities had shouted: “Who else but them! These guys didn't get enough lessons four years ago, and now they're looking up again! ”

“This time they have nowhere to hide! Let them know it's amazing! ”

“Heavenly Heaven! ”

Originally, four years ago, when Peyroga was in shock, everyone said it was only frowned upon. However, when the imperial guardian was killed, Peyroga was unified by the imperial guardian after passing through the inner circle. For several years, she had been giving in. When there was a possible conflict, she also actively avoided being a shrinking turtle. The noise was not as good as it had been before. At this time, Peyroga had not been noticed. These men did not go through a cruel war between the two sides. Although Wentaro experienced it a few years ago, he only finished his training shortly ago. Although his achievements were excellent, he did not necessarily gain the main strength. At this time, however, he was not too arrogant and nodded before opening his mouth.

“Nor is it certain, but there is a possibility that we are at a disadvantage at the moment, unprotected at all, that some things will always have to compete for seconds, and if this is really one of their strongholds, we will go now, and perhaps we will get some evidence of a turnover. ”

“It is said that Mideaki has been in Europe for some time...”

“However, according to the information just received, Ming Dao Xu, who has been in Europe for several years, is likely to have returned to Tokyo a few days ago. In the context of the conflicts that took place in Europe and China these days, Michi Michi must be planning something, and we cannot be passive anymore. ”

“So to speak.” The middle-aged nodded and threw away the cigarette in his hand, "that would be fine. ”

“Ok, while we operate tonight, Fukui seniors will lead the attack on their gathering point in Seta Valley, and Kimura will go to Shibuya. All we need to do is work with them before midnight today...”

“… this will be our biggest launch in years! ”

It was almost nine o'clock, and the streets grew bright and green, and a car pulled out of the alley behind the bar and remitted into the flood where the lights melted. Meanwhile, in the room on the 14th floor of a hotel next to the road, the man watching by the telescope picked up the phone next to him and pressed a number. For a moment, he mumbled: “Chiyoda... the snake made a hole... yes...”

Mantis captures cicadas in a muddled city at night, and the game of yellow sparrows is going on. It is located at the entrance of an abandoned factory near the Tokyo suburban highway. At this time, some vehicles also came out and disappeared a short while later, far away from the relatively remote highway. This place is already close to the sea, there are not many people living nearby, there are vehicles passing on the road from time to time, the land outside the factory is mostly abandoned, trees are sparse, mostly half-human high artemisia, far away, can also look at the flourishing light of Tokyo Bay, the whole city's beauty and magnificence is like a void, where there is no light, there is nothing.

On the other side of the road is a relatively dense little forest. Shortly after the departure of the convoy, a blue figure also quietly came out from behind the tree. It looked like a girl who was probably a student, wearing black framed glasses, showing an intelligent aesthetic, a light black long-sleeved shirt, trousers, a short black hair gently posted on both sides of the cheek, Liu Hai drew a straight line in front of her forehead, carrying a bag behind her back, looking like a friend who came out on a holiday but delayed his return tram. People look thin and look a little cold, but even though they are simple to dress up, they can't hide the impressively cool aesthetic on the girl.

She glanced at the abandoned factory and then stepped inside.

Visual field pushed over the grass sea, still brimming with water beads under the night wind, we entered the factory, the abandoned factory had been untreated for many years, it seemed desolate everywhere, yet on the other side of the factory, a number of fast boats were parked under the darkness of the factory building, located in a room above the coast of the sea, the faint light was emitting.

Two people are staying here in the dark, only the computer screen in front of two people is shining, they are wearing headphones, they can easily communicate with their peers in the distance, but at this time there is probably nothing, while drinking coffee, two people are talking, chatting about some messy topics, one of them is playing cards on the computer more, maybe because of special training, each game must want to play for a long time, but he just keeps moving with the mouse, as if there is another computer in the brain, all the action is orderly, the game is fast to chatter, one game after another.

So the game, the conversation, the walkie-talkie contacted the companion who was already on the move once, about half an hour later, they had finished their coffee, and the man playing cards stood up: "Mr. Yamamoto, do you want more coffee? ”

“Super thick, no sugar, please. ”

“Raise your hand. ”

The man walked out of the room and didn't have much to put in the other room, but there was noodles in the cabinet, coffee, electric water heater outside, he filled the room with water, was about to plug in electricity, and a light grey trace scratched silently through the corner of his eyes.

That's a grey black circular pattern on the sleeve.

The body reacts almost faster than the brain and moves in the first place, yet it is too late. The blade swims silently across his throat, the girl's hands are smooth and white, touching his neck for a moment.

This is the last message he feels about the world.

Twenty minutes later, the girl walked onto the road and the night breeze blew her hair slightly. She walked along the street lamp, passing through a family with the light on the side of the road, and for another 10 minutes, she had sat down in a restaurant run all night by the nearby road.

This is a well-lit, well-lit shop, with neat tables and chairs, faint music, glass walls with wide field of view and little personalized design in any case, but nothing can be restrained, it is a patterned product that can be seen everywhere in Japan as a country of fast food. Though there are not many residents around, business is not very bad at this time, as shops are mainly drivers on and off the road.

Sitting on a seat close to the window, the girl ordered a coffee and sandwich, then took out a small laptop from the bag to open it, turned on a few programs after the machine, pulled out the headphones and started listening to music, not long after the coffee and sandwich were sent up, she took out a thick book and began to look at it, her lips lightly, and occasionally drank a cup of coffee.

Time approached 10: 00, then gradually pushed towards 10: 30, the people in the restaurant came and went, staying at this time, this place, and so many excellent young girls are not often, not long after several hippie-like teenagers parked outside the store, came in, but no matter what they said, the teenager never looked up to listen to music, read books, after more than ten minutes, they had to go.

Time gradually passed, the light shook through the window, the car drove north and south through one another, the girl's coffee continued twice, after midnight, until at 1 a.m., several familiar cars drove through the store, the girl folded the book a corner before finally lifting the curtain, clear eyes turned room, lashes trembling slightly in the light.

She turned on her laptop, looked at the images, and waited for time.

A few minutes later, she took a deep breath, pressed the return key, and then stood up from her seat as if she felt a sense of relief.

Vibration comes from the other side of the earth.

Girls unwittingly packed things into packages, the crowd in the store suddenly became confused, Japan was a multi-earthquake country, the first time people felt it, it was another earthquake, but not long before they realized it was an explosion. The restaurant itself was three walls of glass, looking from one wall to the far side, and by the sea, far away from the horizon, a huge thing blew up, the flames erupted from all sides of the building, almost reflecting the night sky, and the huge building began to collapse.

People rushed out of the store and looked over on the road, some took out their phones and began to make unspoken phone calls, others photographed distant scenes with camera-friendly phones, and some of the vehicles on the road began to stop. The girl bought a ticket from the panicked clerk and walked the other way with her backpack.

The wind blew in, her footsteps were slightly lighter, the two cars in front stopped, the driver and passengers walked out the door, looking towards the flame over there, and she walked past them, going farther and farther, until a minute later, she suddenly slowed her footsteps.

Not far away, under the street lights, two cars parked there, I don't know if they broke anchor or something. Six or seven people were around, two of them seemed to be opening the covers of the cars to repair the cars, and some were standing on the side of the road in the direction of the explosion. Although concealed, if more or less trained people could see, these people looked a little wolfish. From under that brand new coat, they could see the abrasions on their hands, there was a man's clothes sleeve, and the blood bled out.

The girl looked back at the explosion and then, if nothing happened, began to move forward. However, when a man looked at her first, she had locked her eyes.

The man was about thirty years old, appeared young, and wore black framed eyes like her. At this time, the corner of his mouth was smiling, but there was a hint of ruthlessness in it. He stood there and walked in detail, then turned to his head. Closed his eyes seemed to recall something. The distance between the two kept getting closer, 10 meters, 5 meters, 4 meters, 3 meters... He closed his eyes and took a step forward.

A man and a woman, two figures suddenly set there.

“It is you...” The man opened his eyes and revealed a brilliant smile. Two rows of teeth were like white porcelain, almost reflecting the street light. “I always felt like I had seen you somewhere, the market, the street... I was cautious when I went to Moon Pool house, I guessed something had happened...”

The two bodies were less than half a metre apart, the man held a dagger in his hand, the dagger's sharp ray almost against the girl's clothes, and the girl also probed her right hand, pushing the man's knife wrist directly, the two men were stiffened for a moment, she said softly: “Liming Dao Xu...”

The last syllable of the name seemed to detonate the bomb in the air again, the man swung his knife into the night sky, but the distance between the two rapidly separated and separated at this moment. From behind the man, the girl seemed to have used his body to make a barrier, suddenly shrinking under the cover of his body, and for a moment the whole road retreated.

These people, including Liming Daoxiu, pulled out their guns almost simultaneously, and then the fire and gunfire lit up in the night sky.

The girl's body leaped towards the grass across the road, and her entire body seemed to be obscured behind a backpack raised in mid-air.

As a small car brush drove past the road and swayed in front of seven guns, its glass broke sharply on both sides, blood erupted in the vehicle and the air on the other side of the vehicle, the bullet continuously lit a spark on that sheltered backpack.

The girl's figure plunged into the grass, and the vehicle flew over and hit a tree more than a dozen meters after rushing out of the road, and the flame of the explosion soared in the air.

On the road, the gunshots stopped, seven men chased them, half a dozen high meadows spread from all sides, far away houses and cities, and the figure of the young girl disappeared in front of them.

“Lunar pool lavender.” With a gun in his hand, Liming Daoxiu first stepped into the grass, and the rest of them pushed towards it, "notify the others. ”

He bit his teeth and paused: "Kill her. ”

Cool winds blowing through, grass under the night, waves moving...

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About recent updates.

First of all, I have to admit, it's really slow, although I used to think that I'd go out on a trip, have fun, and then get faster.

I didn't intend to explain why, because... I'm writing a book, and everyone reads a book, and it's slow, and it's slow. Whatever the reason, I think it's probably a result, but since a lot of people have asked me lately, and people have contacted me on QQ, so I think, let's talk about it.

Hidden killings are coming to an end, as you all know, and although there are about 120,000 words or more —— I'm not sure about the length of the page -- they're going to end anyway.

It's over. What's the problem? Some people know that I have used pen names before, have written some books, none of these books have ever been finished, I am used to writing books, I always like to make the scene big, and many times, I am thinking of using hundreds of thousands or millions of words to stack out one or several moving and shocking scenes, this is the problem of traditional literature, the central idea, most importantly, always put in the final expression. But there is a question, is anyone willing to endure hundreds of thousands or even millions of words and look forward to an orgasm? I've seen people do this kind of thing in online novels. It's hard work. The guy's name is Sun Xiao, and the book is called Hero Zhi. How is this book now? The old readers probably have seen it all.

Because of this illness, coupled with the poor writing of the past, I was sick of myself for a while, so none of those books, when I wrote what I really wanted in my heart to express, although I started to adjust from the Diary of Exotic Survival, the book, even if it wrote more than a million words, was not really paved enough, I sometimes wondered, once the bridge of the book idea erupted, it was more heart-pounding and powerful, but it didn't work, and the process had to be more interesting after all. For me, Hidden Kills is the first book to pass this stage, and the first book to face closure.

This is the time to understand how difficult it is.

Faced with the end, it doesn't mean you can really close immediately. I used to say that Ning Taijun and not the end sucks. Still, the beginning of the book is always very good. As long as you have a brilliant idea, you can add a little bit of bridge, add a little character, but the end doesn't work. Not only do you avoid extraneous branches, but you also have to make sure that all the clues are collected exactly right. All the clues go together, and then just before the end, let them just close a paragraph, you can't finish the task type breaking this line first, then the next one. Only then can it be full.

So what exactly are we facing, I think, a lot:

What about Oriental Mandarin; What about Kaoru; What to say on the European side, Natalie, Kelly; What about Mighty Shouxi, what about vampires; What about Marilyn's mother and daughter; What about Yahan's mother and daughter; And what about Mu Qingqing; Of course, there are also people who care most about natural evolutionists, about simplicity, and even about Hiroki Twilimura, their relationship needs to be explained, just like the one who said, if there is a gun in a book, then it must be fired, for these people, some suspicious basic description, is necessary.

I can't go into too much detail, but I'm going to finish these things, tie them together, and tell them exactly where they fit in, and in the process, I need to maintain a certain sense of anticipation, and I can't cut off branches —— I've never done these things before, and my thoughts are always empty, and when I write about hidden kills, I tend to ruin the previous layout, and these things, they can't be inserted again, and I'm the least good at biased essays. You know what? If you give me a title to write, what I think in my head is something other than the title, I can support a dozen new books in my mind right now, and I think... a classical Immortal, an Urban Genius, an Urban Immortal, an Urban Rebirth, an Overhead Future, an Infinite Stream, an Ancient Rebirth, a Rebirth of the Three Kingdoms, a Same Humanities in the World of Warcraft, a Different Realm... God, I can dream of bridges with some unique highlights every once in a while, but there are no more compatible hidden killings.

It's not that Hidden Kill is not expecting or anything anymore. Well, I even thought about the details of the last chapters, or even every sentence in the last few paragraphs, and I really look forward to the chapter coming, but I have to be cautious. For example, the first two chapters, after my classmates, I intend to cut the perspective to Japan. That chapter was written about a thousand words, and then I thought about it for a long time, Oriental Mandarin, so I overturned the rewriting, every chapter, every plot, who was before who was after who... I didn't want to be a classic... but I just wanted to be as perfect as I could be, in layout, I always followed the traditional literary concepts, Ning Tai Tai, and now of course, it's impossible, because, really not much, I just hope not too bad Tai Tai.

Hidden Hidden Volume IX, The Final Circle, means probably the last turn of the dance, because once the dance is over, we can think of, maybe the dancer's last gorgeous move, I can't guarantee the speed, I can only guarantee to do it seriously, and everyone can come here with Hidden Hidden Kill, thank you so much.

In the evening, Mustard texted me that Sasha's birthday was coming up - the real Sasha sister, so, happy birthday to Sasha and have a baby with the flag MM soon.

The PS above doesn't count for money.