Hidden Assassin

1.

Paris de Gaulle, France, early morning.

The lights were bright in the lobby, people's heads were buoyant, huge floor-to-ceiling glass windows threw the lights out, and the airplane landed in an orderly fashion. As she walked out of the security gate, she saw the woman waving her hand across the street.

“Hi, Ahern, here. ”

“Ruolin. ”

The woman who picked up the plane was tall, had a good face, wore a pair of glasses with a black frame, wore an elegant white winter suit, a blue silk casually tucked up behind her head, had a similar independent temperament as Ahern, who was the vice president of a large company at this moment, just a little more plain, the two hugged each other in the lobby, and Luo Lin reached out to pick up Ahern's suitcase: "It was just in time, Paris morning felt good. ”

“No trouble, right? ”

“Where I live alone, I can't help but have someone come to accompany me. ”

Ahern smiled: “I was afraid to scare the people who really came to you to be your companions away. ”

“You...”

Two women walked out of the airport jokingly, and Jolyn wore a beige trench coat: "To be honest, I didn't expect you to travel alone. How did it go with Schumer? ”

“Why do you always say me and Schumer? ”

“He's been chasing you for years, haven't you been together? I met Li Zhen this year and said that I might get married and I was ready to go home. ”

Light rain, the morning breeze outside the airport is cool, roads, bridges, vehicles to and from, pedestrians, the lights are in a fine rain curtain of hidden green, the contours of the modern city intersect the cold and warm moments before dawn. Jolyn walked to her car, opened the back cover, put the box in, frowned: “Why? Rumors? You are silent..."

Next to the door on that side, Ahern's gaze frowned slightly at the lighted airport lobby: "Not together, but... if we were to get married, it seemed most appropriate for me and Sumitomo, right? ”

“Fit?” Jolyn looked past in doubt.

“Fit. ”

“Hmm…”

She nodded and stopped talking about it. The two of them sat in the car, and Jolyn started the car and smiled.

“Welcome to Paris. ”

Ii.

“In despair, where there is no way for mankind to cast its strongest light, humanity, power, blood, emotion, erupt like burning, which is also the brightest moment for everyone...”

It seems that some Lolicon named Yushoki has said something similar, but the specific fact is... he has never seen it.

Blood, fire, corpses, collapsed walls and wolf houses, the music played on the DVD was a choir's "Happy Song", a bloodstained man tied to a chair in the middle of the house, his mouth clogged with a towel, a man named Godless stood in front of him, with an iron hammer over his right hand, beating him like a conductor stick, his eyes closed, some forgetting me in the music.

“Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da..."

Music played to a certain point, a bang of gunfire struck the other room, followed by a messy gunshot, the deity's intoxicating expression stiffened in the air, and then the hammer in his hand smashed down, smashing one of the men's fingers tied to the chair. He opened his hands and looked at the shattered room.

“Liming - Dao Xu, could you please be a little quiet, quiet! OK?”

“OK, I'll try...”

The man's answer came from the gunfire over there, and the gods nodded with a blink of their eyes: “Great...” The words were not finished. The burst of grenades swept the entire villa, and the weakened air waves rolled in through the door, blowing his hair. There the man stifled half, finally sighed helplessly and shook his head, his eyes turned back to the man's painfully twisted face on the chair, turned to his broken, bloody fingers, and then turned back to the hammer in his hand, his face showing a painful expression of empathy, his hands and feet stroking hand.

“Ooh... this is really... you know, I'm really sorry, ooh... this must hurt, but once I'm disturbed, I'm a little out of control, and it's a... bad thing.” His hands danced in the air, and then he shot a couple of times on a man's twisted face, “Beautiful music, magnificent flames, what a beautiful day, on a day like this, you feel the brightest moment of your life, and we have a fierce collision, fierce... imagine that two lives that were not related suddenly create such a fierce intersection, what should this be called... fate, no, fate, fate, fate, Joseph...”

He looked at the man with red eyes, with a slightly nervous smile on his face, and then another hammer struck down, the man's blue muscles on his forehead burst and his twisted face almost bled out.

“Look, that's it, right? You must have felt this intersection so strong, I get so excited every time I think about it... pain, pain makes me feel alive, what a wonderful feeling, even though some people try to avoid it. Joseph. Joseph. Joseph. Joseph. From the first time I saw your picture, I knew we could be friends..."

He waved the hammer in his hand twice, but didn't smash it, and his other hand took out a CD box from the side: “Look, I love this disc, great music, we have a similar taste for music, but...” The hammer finally smashed.

“But I didn't find that blue Caribbean in your collection.” He looked over the CD on the shelf, everything was thrown away, and then he turned around and stalled, “This song makes people feel like a magnificent song, it's like heaven, you have to listen to it... you know, I'd love to tell you more about the beauty of this song, but unfortunately we don't have more time, as friends, I just want you to do me a little favor and tell me where he is, you know... all you need to do is nod your head, and then I know I can take down the damn thing that's blocking your mouth, you say, I'm leaving, and then you can go to the store and buy that song back and sleep all day without disturbance... you see you only have two fingers left on your left hand...”

Bang...

“Okay... now there's only one left..."

The music lasted and the gunfire lasted in the villa, and for a moment, the siren sounded silently outside the window. The police car stopped outside the villa. The gods took a deep breath and then shouted over there: "Please - could you quiet the world down a little! ”

“OK, I'll try...”

The sound of the other room had just fallen, the red flame had come out of the window over there, the rocket-propelled shooting had broken through the night, the explosion of the police car had raised an astonishing flame, and at the same time brought tremendous vibrations, the music was covered by this huge explosion, the gods rubbed their foreheads without thinking, talking to the man in front of them: “The rocket-propeller, I didn't even know he had the rocket-propeller, you know, he was a madman...” He went aside to adjust the DVD, reached his fingers on his forehead, "... There was a problem here. ”

The two people constantly looked at each other in the music, the gods hummed the song without thinking, for a moment, but they reached out and pointed at the side. In the air, a crying voice appeared on one side of the room. The bound man's eyes had not yet revealed the look of fear. The gods turned to that side without thinking: “I have said it a hundred times, can you be quiet!” As this vibrating room shouted, a gun continuously emitted fire in the mindless hands of the gods, the man whimpered desperately and nodded, the bullet had shot through the cabinet on the side of the room, a body had been poured out of the cabinet, a 15-6-year-old child, and the gods shook the pistol without thinking, sighing.

“Oh, look like you, your eldest son... Look, I already knew they were hiding here, my request was very simple, I just need them to be quiet, really quiet, but why can't this insignificant request meet me, this kind of thing really saddens me, has always been... very sad. This is the way the world is, even a little insignificant requests are often not met... did you notice I used the word 'they’? I know there's one in the closet next to me, but you see, I'm, like, very fair... oh, yeah, I noticed you were nodding, I'm sorry, I'm just going to help you take these things away, and if we could communicate in such a friendly atmosphere in the morning, it wouldn't be... unfortunate. ”

He whispered: "... this is all your fault. ”

Three minutes later, the gods wiped the blood stains on their sleeves with paper towels, rendezvous with another man at the entrance of the villa, the flames burning in the villa behind them, the music of "Happy Songs" coming from the villa, in the distant night sky, it seemed that a large unit of police was rushing this way.

“If I knew I was going to be attacked, I would never have lived in such a remote place.” A companion named Liming Dao Xu held a metal box and looked back at the burning villa, "where do we go next? ”

“France.” The gods missed out, “The guy went to Paris to attend some messy financial summit, got word of an assassination, left early this morning... Ha, politicians...”

“Paris, I love that city. ”

“I hate France. ”

“Why?”

“The French oppose everything, they oppose even their own country and government, and they are called free…” Reach out and throw the paper towel in the burning fire of a roadside police car, "They are no different to the children who, in my opinion, are pursuing personality against everything… although their country and government are also really stupid. ”

“Oh.” Le Ming Dao Xu nodded indifferently, “But speaking of Paris, we may have met Yuan Lai Chao Chuang and his partner in the past. ”

The gods paused: “Are they in Paris? ”

“There is a mission to assassinate a French dignitary, and I expect they'll do it by the way. ”

“Okay.” Before the police car arrived, they pulled open the door to the car parked on the side of the road, "we went to Paris. ”

……

“You know he's Chinese, and I hate Chinese. ”

“Of course… because you are a patriot. ”

“Yes, the Japanese should hate the Chinese. ”

The wind helped the fire, and the song of "Joy Song" spread far away in the night sky...

Iii.

“Although you are familiar... I will sue you for defamation...”

On a rainy morning, in a cafe on the left bank of the Seine, Yuan Lai threw the newspaper onto the table and frowned slightly.

“That has nothing to do with me.” Across the table, your younger partner drinks coffee and looks at the newspaper, and he doesn't lift his head, "especially since you don't like women. ”

“I like women. ”

Yuan Lai Dynasty said so, his partner dropped the newspaper, raised his head and looked at it.

“Well, it has nothing to do with me anyway...” He missed his head a moment later, "but the woman was really nice in bed. ”

“Did you fuck? ”

“Last year... quality is why I would recommend it to you. I think you should be more interested. After all, it's not a happy thing to be presumed to be gay all the time...”

“You can't sleep with a woman to prove you're not gay? ”

“Uh, it's just a suggestion... and she's been interested in you for a long time, and your refusal will definitely make her sad...”

“Will it hurt? ”

“ …… ”

After a moment of silence, half the time, my partner picked up the coffee and took a sip: “Maybe... maybe...”

“Oh.”

Were you sad that neither of us had much say in this kind of thing, shrugged and smiled, and that was the end of the topic. Not long ago, the two of them went out through the door for breakfast, each held up their umbrellas, and went through the crowd, relying on the buttons on their sleeves as they walked towards the wound: “The day after the event, two days of investigation should be enough, how about you? ”

My partner frowned slightly and swept across the rain-curtained Seine: “Confirm the mission and go sweep the tomb. ”

“Natalie's? ”

“Well, this is the first time you've done something like this. What do you usually pay attention to? ”

“Gravesweeping… is cleaning…”

“Well, cleaning...”

“Deliver something you like to eat during your life...”

The two people stopped at the intersection and looked at the pedestrians beside each other, both of them were a little funny. Speaking of which, more than three digits of life had been harvested on everyone's hands, they had never done anything like sweep the tomb, but they wanted to be right, sweep the tomb was just sweep. Partner nods his head, chews the meaning of the words, then points to the left turn, Origin refers to the right, the two turn apart, takes a few steps, Origin listens to the voice behind the wound: "Uh, I say...”

“What?” partners looked at him a few steps away.

“Personal opinions, if there really is someone important, wouldn't it be better to find another woman for everyone to see? ”

The source nodded: “Shift target? ”

“Transfer target. ”

Killers are good, agents are good, and people in the dark world are generally unattached, because when an attack occurs, the enemy must do everything. There is no morality in the world, and it is about because he perceives some element of instability in his mind that his companions will speak up about it. Even partners, there are not many people in their line of work who would advise each other on private matters, and the source laughed: “I see… you are always rational. ”

“Just want to live. ”

“The situation is somewhat extraordinary.” Yuan Lai Dynasty said, “For example... how do you feel about Natalie? ”

“You mean love?” Already talking about dead people, my partner thought about it, "I think... probably not, I don't know, but when she dies, I feel sad, too. ”

“It's probably a symbol for me, or a connection or something. ”

“Symbols, connections…” the ordinary young man laughed suddenly, "I get it, although I can't feel it, but I think I know what that might be. ”

“See you tonight. ”

“See you tonight. ”

They turned their backs and went their separate ways.

……

He carried his umbrella across the streets of Paris in the rain curtain.

I just want to live...

Life will certainly not be so simple, and as life, it will necessarily have a variety of meanings.

His code name as a killer is “hallucination”. At present, it is temporarily called "day and night". The code is just a code name, and it does not make any sense in itself. Although many people have said that the code is very suitable for him, it is obvious that it exists, but it is as if it does not feel normal to kill the target at all, but it seems that it has not happened at all since then, even if someone has lost their life, it is as if it were a dream. He does what ordinary people should do like ordinary people. Killing this kind of thing in his hands is neither devastating nor obsolete, and everything is normal and reasonable.

Murder is just killing, as if everyone had what they were doing, the experience of childhood determines what he was best at, and it probably doesn't make sense to say what he was forced to do or what the cruelty of struggle was, now it's just now, built up from an irreversible past. Some people are mechanics, some people play soccer, some people play piano, and he just kills people. There is nothing unusual about this. He doesn't get any pain or hard emotions in it. Of course, he has encountered difficult situations, but that's the same as mechanics encountering difficult machine tools, athletes encountering games with great power differences, pianists encountering complex scores, and all walks of life have their own difficulties, just to overcome them.

I don't like the killer profession, I don't hate it, and simply put, there's nothing more moving about him in the world. He was born with a talent for deconstructing all complex things, for machines to quickly figure out the principles, for rules to quickly understand the foundations they establish, for what things to do, how to establish such rules, how to optimize them, and what drawbacks. Legal, moral, universal values, etc. can be broken down, swept away at a glance, everything becomes a primitive part, so that nothing can be different.

Thus, he may be able to understand that all kinds of emotions exist in all kinds of people, even though he cannot empathize with them, but he can also understand what the emotions that originated from the dynasty might look like, where they came from, why they struggled, he will not feel contempt for any emotions, nor will he have any fear of them, and perhaps one day he will be caught in some kind of emotion, such as love, such as a hung heart, such as a torn heart lung, naturally, but he still maintains a normal heart.

Understandable, but unable to feel as if it had happened to oneself.

If there is a book, read; if there is a painting, admire; if there is a piano, play; if there is a microphone, sing; if there is a car, go somewhere; if there is a request, complete; if there is a gun, fire; if there is the gift of killing, take life.

Since there is music in the world, then dance with it. With the music and dance of the world, everything is natural.

He bought a bouquet of flowers at the flower shop at the end of the street, then took a taxi to the Fourth arrondissement of Paris, took a few laps around the neighborhood near the Municipal Building, and at about 10: 30 he went to a cafe near a hotel, where the view was wide open, and he sat down near the window, ordered a drink, and listened to the music of the cafe.

Target information, habits, many things are provided in advance, but in order to act, naturally also have to be personally investigated, he is not in the same direction as the Origin Dynasty, for Paris is not the first time, with Natalie is here, and then he has traveled several times again. After Natalie's death, he also buried her here, only need to observe some recent minor changes in the environment, he is investigating some other things related to people.

He felt a little sad when he thought of Natalie.

What did she like to eat?

Things are naturally remembered, and about her things, the summation was enough to write a big book, but now I always feel a little unreal, like sitting in a movie theater watching someone else's story. She's dead, sort of kills herself, but that's it, life ends, life ends, and it's normal, but it ends well. I'll have that day myself, clear and clear.

As he came to renew his drink, dressed in neat and beautiful blonde waiters, the two cars drove through the rainy streets outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and he stood up from his seat and the car stopped in front of the hotel.

The target got out of the car in the bodyguard's escort.

He held a bouquet of flowers, crossed the aisle to the hotel lobby, and when he walked to the exit of the aisle, only one person knew that the number also rang, and he pressed the call key: “Hello. ”

“We have just been informed that we have been asked about our mission through Headquarters, which, although inconsistent with the procedure, should not be hidden from them… The gods have come to Paris without any thought. ”

As he listened, he lowered his head and walked straight into the lobby. Four bodyguards guarded a slightly bumpy government official. When he approached him unwittingly, the closest bodyguard reached out to him and blocked him, and then the two collided. The bouquet of flowers in his hand was scattered and the flowers fell to the ground.

“I know... it's okay, I'll do it myself...”

He leaned over and picked up the bouquet, and the bodyguard who collided with him bent over to help. After a minor mess, he threw the bouquet into the garbage bin and walked to the entrance of the lobby, while the dignitary continued to go inside under the bodyguard's escort.

Put the phone away and he frowned.

Things seem to get complicated. Should we just solve the task before then?

Turning back, the elevator door had just opened in front of the crowd, and the important body was in sight. It's not uncertain, it's not a complicated task. It doesn't matter how dry he is now. He put his right hand on the corner of his shirt. For a moment, countless thoughts flashed through his head...

Iv.

“You don't have to be so troublesome, I can do it myself...”

Lights, heating, thick curtains, coming out of the hot steaming bathroom, Ahern is leaning toward her head, using a hair dryer to dry a long black hair, a good friend named Lee Jolyn is tidying up the pillows on her bed.

“If you don't open the door at this time, it will delay business, won't it? ”

“Nothing, just drive this afternoon. ”

This is a house in Chinatown in the 4th arrondissement of Paris. Lee Jolyn owns a disc shop here, and she lives upstairs in the shop herself. She has always lived alone. The rooms are not many, but they are quite cozy. There is also a lot of stuff in this room. There is a computer on the disc, books, desk by the window, some messy little things, small size, but on this winter's day, with the water vapor flowing out of the bathroom, it seems extra warm. Ahern blew his hair and sat beside the bed.

“I envy you for being alone. ”

“What's there to envy?” Li Ruolin looked back at her, blinking her eyes in confusion, and then smiled at her as a lunar tooth. "I envy you because I am not happy in the blessing. I have a large company at home, and many people are chasing the Villa Car. Otherwise, the next time I see Uncle, I will ask him if he still lacks a daughter, and I am also very conscious of business management. ”

“It's troublesome, just not enough management company...” Ahern sighed, pounding on the bed, the hair dryer swayed in his hand, Lee Jolyn took the pillow and lay down on the bed: “I haven't asked you yet, suddenly came over, what is going on? ”

“Forced marriage. ”

“With Schumer? ”

Ahern put his lip aside: “I'm not talking about him. Anyone can do it. Anyway... we have to solve this...”

“Pregnant? ”

“Pregnancy is fine. ”

Li Ruolin nodded, Zhang family is not a big family, but as Yahan's father, Zhang Jingan, she is the only daughter. In the absence of a son as a successor, Yahan's task is naturally heavy. Emotions are put aside first. Yahan herself has nephropathy that cannot be cured since she was a child. As the heir to a large company, she is unlikely to marry anyone else's family. Aifu's son is a daughter-in-law. The father's hope for her may not be strict marriage, but he hopes that she will have a child, preferably a boy, and will be able to take over Zhang's estate one day in the future.

“In that case, Silence is more suitable for you... He likes you, and he has a big brother in the family to inherit the family business. I remember his personality is very casual. I don't think he has a problem with this kind of thing, besides, there's no such thing as being too cumbersome these days. Marrying you is cheap for them all...”

“What kind of cheap does not take advantage of cheap... I really didn't want to be with Xu Mu, he is a good person, but I always felt something was missing...”

“Excitement?” Jolyn blinked, "Indeed, the character of acquiescence is quite stable...”

“Nor... you wouldn't think I'd like those exciting hairy boys, would you? ”

“Fluffy hairy boy certainly can't, you, the kind of woman who looks good, actually wild inside, don't I know? It takes a fierce emotion to pin you down and conquer you, so that you can willingly wash the lead and live with people, the traditional oriental female personality, all the same. To put it bluntly is to sulk. ”

“Bullshit.” Ahern laughed.

The two women lay in bed together for a moment, Lee Jolyn turned around, excited: “I'll take you to the reunion tomorrow night to see if I can find the fierce love you want. ”

“What?”

“The surrounding spontaneous festivities, go and find out. ”

Ahern thought about it: "... you're the one who's sulking. ”

The two women then laughed in bed.

The winter rain in Paris is splendidly underground. It feels colder than heavy rain or snowy weather. It seems to immerse people in their bones for a long time. Lee Jolyn only opened the video record store at noon. The store has a totally yakuza pattern. There are DVD discs from the latest movies. There are also popular first half of the last century. Today, only collectors or music fever friends can collect a large amount of vinyl discs.

Lee Jolyn's family background may not necessarily be as good as Ahern's, but he is also a rich man, not short of money, and the store was opened purely out of interest, sending out time. Placed in warm lights, dish racks, all kinds of cute or cozy accessories, warm and warm, from the floor to the outside, you can instantly compare how desolate the sky is outside, how warm the store is, and how happy it is to be able to enjoy your favorite music in such a warm place.

In addition to Li Jowlyn, a Chinese girl from nearby was also invited to help. Li Jowlyn called her Sugar. She looked 18 to 19 years old. She was probably Chinese growing up in France when dressed up. Chinese was not very standard, but Lin Jowlyn's introduction to Yahan and a "Yahan Sister” was also very pleasant. After lunch, Li Jowlyn handed over the shop to Xiao Sugar and accompanied Yahan to visit some Chinese people nearby.

Thus, when they came out of other people's house, it was already 4: 00 pm. They supported an umbrella and walked back along the road in a friendly way. This time they deliberately bypassed the road, approaching the corner of a road, they mentioned Li Jolyn's parents. Naturally, the couple Yahan also knew each other. They had called their aunt and uncle since childhood. They died in a car accident in France a few years ago and were buried in a cemetery not far away.

Unlike many other cities, many of Paris' cemeteries are scattered among cities, and celebrity cemeteries become tourist attractions. The cemetery in front is naturally not as lively. It is situated between residential and commercial areas. The steel fence is surrounded. It looks quiet and sombre under the blue sky. The two went in to worship for a while. Standing there in front of the tombstone wet by the rain, Lee Jolyn smiled softly: “Tomorrow buy some oranges, they always like to eat, but it's not cut. It has to be peeled by hand. What is it called in China? ”

“Citrus? ”

“Yes, citrus, citrus... there are more umbilical oranges here, but it's also more difficult to peel...”

Lee Jolyn sighed and looked at her parents' tombstone, nagging about the classification of oranges. Although it was winter, there were still several weeds that stubbornly grew out of the ground. She squatted down and pulled them out. When she stood up, she looked at her companion with some confusion: "Ahem? ”

“It's strange to see that person......”

“Hmm?”

Along Ahern's finger, Li Joolin looked over there.

Little rain still falls, a man from the East is squatting in front of a grave more than a dozen meters away from them, it looks like a normal tomb sweep, like Lee Jolyn just pulled the grass off the cemetery, but only after a closer look, because his action was so focused, it created a strange feeling of disobedience, this man... is really cleaning the grave seriously.

Anyway, he squatted there, it was too concentrated. He actually held the detergent with one hand, the cloth with one hand, the tombstone with the inscription should be washed vigorously and the marble slab with the inscription, the rain came down, he did not parachute, just let the little rain drip, the hair was completely wet, the water dripped down on the side of his face constantly, the clothes all over his body were inevitable. In such a weather, even if a healthy person dripped wet his whole body, he had to catch cold, but it was like he had no feeling at all, just doing his thing.

Though the tombstone in the cemetery did not look dirty after a rainwash, after being cleaned as carefully as a man, the cemetery in front of him soon showed an unusual cleanliness, a complete crane of chickens, at first glance.

“You're not a cemetery worker or anything...”

“Shouldn't be...”

“Who sweeps graves like this......”

The two women stood like that and muttered a few words. Lee Jolyn occasionally turned to look at Ahern, and only saw Ahern looking at the person's movements, as if he had thought about it. Not long later, after cleaning, the man squatted for a few seconds, packed up the cleaning tools and turned away. The two of them passed by the cemetery and took a look. There was a beautiful picture of a white woman on the tombstone. Below was her name: Natalie? Annis.

Otherwise, it's blank.

“He must love her very much...”

“What, attracted to the man just now? Not very handsome.” Li Ruolin smiled softly. “However, it is powerful and implicit. It is certainly suitable for you to sulk. Looks like he is Oriental. I'll ask, maybe...”

“What and what! I just think...” She thought about it, “I just think...”

She couldn't tell what she felt, and didn't even see the other person clearly, but only the pair of focused eyes between her hair, wet with rain, were engraved in her memory as if they were branded at the moment, as if she could see it again, perhaps in that look, only the woman in the grave was the only one present.

Anyway, it moved her a little. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)