Hidden Assassin

In the morning at Sapporo Airport, he took a flight to Jianghai, ate something at a nearby restaurant, and for some time before his flight, Jiaming sat in the lobby of the airport reading the newspaper, and the windy afternoon, many years ago, he and Yuanlai Chaochuang met for the first time, that's the weather, in a square.

“Nice to meet you, take care of yourself. ”

“Correlation. ”

At that time, Governor Dauchi had just died, and his return from Europe was truly an extraordinary memory.

“Nah, sometimes I want to quit...”

Many years later, also at an airport, the man sighed casually when they had just completed a mission to chase down a killer who had betrayed Peroga.

“Where can I go if I quit?” Jiaming looked down at the newspaper and answered casually.

“Looking for a place to be normal doesn't seem too bad. ”

“There will be retribution. ”

“Hmm?”

“The man just left, we came to kill him, we left, someone would do the same thing, because of the causality. ”

“… reasonable logic. ”

Yuan Lai nodded, two people reading newspapers, drinking coffee, waiting to return to the plane.

“If I die, I have a woman I like... in Hokkaido...”

It was in a difficult situation a few years later, Jia Ming looked at him and nodded afterwards.

“Was that why you wanted to leave? ”

“Part of it is. ”

“It's not enough to be together, even when we are ordinary people... we have to work every day, there are things that must be done like that, what's the difference from our occasional attempts to kill people... In relative terms, I think we are more free...”

“How could it be that simple? Freedom… People like us… What should I do for you if something happens to you? ”

“If I die...”

He thinks about it, but there's no one to notify, and that's okay, in the shooting rain, he rushes out.

“If I die, help me kill that godless guy. Look at him for a long time. ”

In the end, this boring desire can only be thought of.

In that life, that was one of his longest companions, and then he went to see that woman, and he saw her marrying another man, and seeing the pain and weakness of the Origin Injury, and the kind of strength that came with it, and a lot of things were incomprehensible, and sometimes he thought, that that person's life might be more valuable than his own, but in short, after the Origin Injury, he said everything to that woman, and the confusion about that word, was like a seed that had been buried for too long, finally sprouted in his heart.

Yellow white lights, red green neon, dawn dusk streets, warm cold cities, hills, grasslands, deserts, oceans, forests, heavy rain, sunshine and milky fog, people of all shapes, a period of life. In retrospect, you will find that, as if in submerged silencing, the world has entered all kinds of ideas and ideas into your mind. Until the beginning of his rebirth, however, the cold, too strong foundation of previous life still dominated everything in his life, and the only thing that made him gentle was the confusion in his heart.

What the hell are those people... living for?

So, after going through so many things, he gradually realized that all of this, 12 years of life, he finally got enough weight to completely replace his old life, he thought maybe he should go see him, and then he had this journey before him, facing that person again, waving goodbye to his old identity.

He turned the newspaper over a page, in the bright terminal, walked past him with a tall, beautiful woman in a suitcase, and high heeled shoes stepped on the ground to make a heartwarming noise.

Four years made him miss a lot of things, and now he can only look around at the news to make up for the lack of the world, the entertainment version he never looked at much, but today after turning over, he turned back, frowned and looked at the interview book of a European and American singer, which is probably a pretty red girl singer in Europe today, with photos attached, he watched for half a minute and his phone rang.

The call was made by Jing Jing and Sha Sha in Jianghai. They had already received the scent of just getting off the plane and saw her injured. It was inevitable to complain. It was obvious that she had helped in the past, but it was still hurtful. It was so much worse than before, Jia Ming had to smile.

So he made the phone call, Jiaming casually looked out at the airport. On one side of the square, a group of people were gathered with slogans, headscarves tied up, and speaking with enthusiasm, but they were a group of right-wing people demanding to modify the textbook. At this time, although there were not many people entering and leaving the airport, there were some Japanese watching beside them. In a corner of the house, a teenager dressed in blue and white cameras, wearing a huge travel backpack, was hiding behind a flower bed in the corner of the group's view, and it seemed to be a little sneaky.

He merely glanced casually and noticed that the person was also purely habitual, sensitive to some dead corner positions, turning his head and talking for a few seconds, a stone in the field of view suddenly flew over.

“Ah” screamed, the speaker standing on a small homemade table was shot in the forehead, blood shot, and then fell backwards. The scene suddenly became chaotic, and the figure of the teenager behind the flower bed quickly disappeared. When a group of right-wing elements rushed past, it appeared that the murderer could not be caught first.

Such fanatical right-wing elements are also somewhat related to the Japanese mafia, who, on the one hand, rushed the person whose head had been struck to the hospital and, on the other hand, quickly drew bamboo knives and other items from some of his bags and began to search for suspicious persons near the square. Jiaming looked at the square a few times. At this time, the teenager had appeared in the crowd entering the square, walking innocently toward the terminal hall, holding a digital camera in his hand, but pressing the shutter door silently towards those right-wing members. At this time, it was possible to take a picture, which is naturally the evil side of these people.

Watching the whole thing, Jia Ming had to laugh and talk to Ling Jing for a while. The teenager had entered the terminal hall and walked over from Jia Ming's side. He could hear Jia Ming's phone call, but he stopped for a moment and said to himself: “Chinese? ”

Jia Ming nodded, the teenager whispered: “Me too.” Sitting in the chair in front of Jiaming, he hugged his travel bag and watched the right-wing men roaming outside with interest. Just now the stone was in the forehead and the blood bled all over the place, this matter is very small, these people hold bamboo knife, because their companions were beaten and filled with anger, in their hearts, of course, also think of themselves as loyal patriots, at this time in the square to see a person stop a person, questioning if they are Chinese, have to let them speak Japanese before they will stop, there were police in the square, but in the face of these aggressive fanatics, there is no way for a moment.

After a while, it seemed that some people told the leader something, and then a group of people came towards the terminal hall. Several security guards at the door hurriedly stopped, some demanded that the airport produce the surveillance footage just now, and most of the others rushed directly into the hall for the reason that there were few security guards.

At this time, Jia Ming ended the conversation with Ling Jing, and the young man across the street smiled and reached out his hand: "Hello, my name is Xie Baozhu.” Then he said the name of a small town in southern China, and Jiaming smiled and shook his hand: “Gu Jiaming, from Jianghai. ”

Then Xie Bao Tree looked at the disturbance on the side of the hall and smiled purely: “What are they doing?” Jia Ming laughed in his heart, the two were actually about the same age, but Jia Ming's temperament was a little more stable at this time, and Xie Baotu brought the youth and naivety that juveniles deserve, but his expression was similar to that of Jia Ming when he pranked or hurt others. He naturally pretended not to know anything at this time: “Right-wing people, demanding changes to textbooks, were smashed with things. ”

“Wow... deserve it. ”

Those people demanded to see the surveillance video naturally did not get answered in a short time. In fact, even if they got the surveillance video, the place behind the flower bed happened to be the dead end of the surveillance. I don't know if this Xiebao tree was lucky or knew it from the beginning. A large group of people with bamboo knives questioned people everywhere in the hall if they were Chinese. Although the airport quickly mobilized security guards, they naturally couldn't do all of this for a few minutes. Jia Ming and Na Xie Bao Tree were looking at all of this, and two men with bamboo knives came close.

“Hello, are you Chinese? Speak!”

Xie Baoshu blinked her eyes and overturned her head: “Hey, can you understand what they're saying? ”

“Ask us if we are Japanese, let us say a few words to prove it.” Then he turned around and said in Japanese: "I am Chinese. What is it?” Xie Bao Tree over there nodded and said he understood.

“Uh...? Shi? Shi? Shi? Shi? Shi? Shi? Shi? Shi? Shi? Shi? Shi? Shi? Shi!

At this point, several security guards also came this way. The two people had already spoken in Chinese for two sentences. The seven-piece and eight-piece piece of Japanese said that when the right-wing molecule couldn't hold back his anger, one sentence was “eight gah” and he was about to rush over. Xie Baoshu lifted the camera and pressed the shutter and turned around to escape. The next moment, the man was kicked out by Jiaming.

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This minor riot did not create too many obstacles to travel. After all, the family had something to do with it, and in the case of the airport, it was natural to suppress the troublemakers. Jiaming talked to Nasha Tree a few more words, which seemed to be just a simple young man with some naive ingredients. He was on Jiaming's next flight, all in the direction of Europe, but Jiaming went to Venice, and he would make a stopover to Albania.

It's just a little tune that meets Pingshui. It's not enough. A few minutes later, I got on the plane. About eight hours later, the plane arrived in Venice, because of the magical power of the time zone, it's still afternoon.

As soon as he left the airport, he was picked up and told the fact that an ultra-range armour-piercing sniper had been fired. On a sunny afternoon, the bullet had crossed over the water city, rubbed his shoulders with Jiaming, and then blew up a Cadillac window in the rear parking lot, causing enormous power to break the front and rear two glasses into snowflakes at the same time.

Jiaming looked behind him for two seconds, blinked tirelessly, then the phone rang, and he pressed the call button: "Hello. ”

“Long time no see, you're still alive and handsome again. ”

“That's what I said... I came from Japan today, and when I got on the plane, a little friend stopped me and said, ‘Brother, you're so handsome.’ I slapped him on the spot...”

“What's wrong? ”

“Fucking bullshit. ”

“Oh… your sense of humor is becoming increasingly annoying…”

“You don't like this... you can discuss it... some things I didn't expect, there's no need to be angry with me...”

“You can survive. ”

Jiaming still has to talk, he hung up over there, he helplessly looked at the phone, sighed, in front of the road, several high-speed sports cars have left the road, in a fierce whistle, hit this way...

“bitch...” (to be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, support authentic reading!)