Hidden Assassin

Jia Ming, you coward...

Gritting his teeth, silent words lingered on his lips, but he couldn't shout out anyway. Mom and everyone else followed. If Jia Ming really came to New York, there must be something he wants to do. However, at this moment, no matter what, I want to see him once, even if I only see him once and don’t say anything Well, at least let her be sure that he is really here...

The front is full of crowded people, spreading messages such as gun battles above, mafia fighting, etc., and the riots continue to expand step by step. People running up and down along the escalator flee for their lives, shouting loudly one after another , there seemed to be guards in the rear trying to control order, but the effect was minimal. The little mother's voice kept ringing from behind, but she didn't dare to stay. In any case, since Jia Ming wanted to hide, he would never let her see him in a place with familiar people.

During the quarrel, Yahan held on to the railing of the stairs and went down desperately. She was almost squeezed to the ground several times. After going down one floor, there was another floor. Her eyes searched for the crowd that could be seen. It seems that the hair color and race of the head can only be distinguished clearly. Finally, I went down to the first floor. The huge indoor fountain played changing water patterns to the sound of music. Not seeing the figure she wanted to see, she turned her head and looked upstairs. The escalator was crowded with people on the escalator. Seeing her turn back, the little mother waved the shopping bag in her hand vigorously, swept across the first floor, On the second and third floors, but apart from strange faces, nothing was found...

Gu Jiaming, don't let me find you...

Regarding whether Jiaming is here. In fact, she was not very sure in her heart, but she was in another country, and since she saw the figure similar to Jian Suyan yesterday, she subconsciously had such an idea, Jia Ming is very powerful. But the powerful person may not be Jia Ming, of course she also understands this. However, when the hidden person shot the gun, the feeling was so strong, the flickering figure, the elegant woman who resembled Jane Suyan... made her run down desperately.

Little Mom and the others were already going down the last flight of stairs. She turned her head and walked a few steps blankly among the crowd. Not far away, a tall and thin man squeezed out of the crowd in a panic and looked back. Slightly walking forward in a daze...

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Hello, Zhuang...

Why are you so messed up, have you been discovered?

No, the two mafia families are fighting each other. This shopping mall is in chaos, and I am following Zhang Yahan now. She is alone now, separated from those bodyguards and the fat man who has awakened from Yanhuang...

Beware of Jane Suyan. Al. You are the best stalker, I don't want to lose you...

There is no suspicious person nearby. The situation is very chaotic, and it is difficult to grasp the overall situation. Zhuang, I still have fifteen seconds to be safe...

You're thinking……

That's right.

confident?

have.

Okay, good luck...

Concise conversation, he walked a few steps forward naturally, the group of bodyguards were only halfway down the escalator, Zhang Yahan was walking blankly a few steps ahead, looking left and right, he naturally put his right hand into his clothes, Six meters, five meters, four meters, three meters... approaching...

The distance was only two meters, and it seemed that one could touch the back of the woman in front of her with one step. With that step, she just reached the back of a column, which was a blind spot that the bodyguards on the escalator couldn't see. Just as he was about to draw out his gun, his body froze for a moment.

Someone pressed on the back of his head, and then, another hand entered the edge of his eyelids, gently circled his neck, and then pulled back, it looked like a zipper was closed. Everything just happened in an instant, the hand on the back of his head gently picked off the miniature intercom on his earlobe, the chill on his neck penetrated into his internal organs, his left hand pressed his neck, blood was cut from the thin blade It oozes out, and I can't hold it back no matter what.

All the strength in her body seemed to be pulled away in an instant, and she was only one meter away from the woman in front of her, as if she was standing behind her, but unable to speak or move, the woman still turned her head in a daze , trotted in one direction, he staggered back a few steps, leaned his back against the pillar, and sat gently on the ground, blood came out from between his fingers...

A certain figure walked in the opposite direction, put on the earphones, and turned on the switch of the communication channel.

Hello? Zhuang?

Who are you...how is Al?

He, listen carefully... There was a moment of silence, and after a while, a woman screamed hysterically from the noisy crowd: Oh, I think it's possible to make a well-bred lady make such a voice. She must have seen a lot of blood, and we have to rule out horror movies, don't you think?

Who are you? What do you want?

The person you want to deal with, I want to talk to you.

About what?

For example, the matter of our two sides declaring war, or the matter of peace talks...

During such a conversation, the people over there will naturally not know that Jia Ming has already taken apart the miniature intercom, opened the cover of the watch, and pulled out a thin copper wire.

On the above, countless codes representing addresses scrolled on the watch screen

Of course, the result of this type of so-called negotiation is meaningless. After a while, Jia Ming threw the tiny machine on the ground and crushed it with his foot. address on .

Just like Detective Conan, isn't it... said to himself, he turned and joined the chaotic flow of people, and walked out of the gate.

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The moment before the scream of Ah--, Xiaoma and several bodyguards had already run to Yahan's side: Why are you running, who did you see. Tell me...

I, I'm afraid... I read it wrong, I don't know... I can't say... Some shook their heads helplessly, and then, the horrified screams startled everyone around them, and they turned their heads. I saw a person sitting on the ground leaning against a pillar in the hall, holding his neck tightly with his left hand, blood flowed from between his fingers to his clothes, his eyes were still staring, but he was obviously dead It's over, or... there is no possibility of treatment.

Yahan, let's not...don't go over... He dragged Yahan who wanted to go over to see what happened. The little mother was stammering and talking, far and near, some people hurriedly avoided. Some people surrounded him curiously and enthusiastically, Mantou, who was following him, rushed up first and squatted in front of him. .

What's the matter with you? What's the matter?

He asked loudly, but it was obviously impossible for the other party to answer. Gently moving a finger on the other side's neck, more blood gushed out immediately. Seeing that the man's right hand was still in his clothes, he stretched out his hand and gently pulled it out. I saw the man's right hand pulled out. There was still a gun tightly in his hand. Mantou was frightened and jumped out two steps: Wow...

Seeing that the other party had a gun, he didn't seem to want to care about it. Taking out a tissue to wipe the blood on his hands, he walked back to the two women: Uh, it seems... his throat was cut open, he had a gun in his hand, and... when I was on the escalator It seems that I have an impression that this person seems to have approached Ms. Zhang on purpose, um, you were on the other side of the pillar at that time, does Mr. Chen have an impression?

That's right, I also have the impression that this person has been close to Miss. All trained professionals naturally have their own memory methods, and they can reproduce in their minds big and small things within a certain period of time. Mr. Chen Thinking about it, he nodded. The little mother said in a panic, Then... what does that mean?

It means that this person originally wanted to harm the young lady, but someone secretly gave him a hand to save the young lady... This person is very powerful...

Why, how...how could someone want to kill Yahan? Suddenly hearing such news, my little mother cried out anxiously.

It doesn't have to be murder, it's very likely kidnapping...

While Mr. Chen was explaining these things, Yahan in the back suddenly broke free from his little mother's hand, and ran a few steps closer to the dead man on the ground. Looking at the blood gushing out, he didn't show any fear or nausea. The next moment, she turned around and kept looking at the crowd around her.

Yahan, you...

Little Mom, don't come here! Seeing that Little Mom was about to follow, Yahan ran two steps towards the outside, waving her hands and shouting loudly. This time, Little Mom didn't give in at all, and her voice was stern: I don't care who it is! ! Don't run around! You are in danger!

I'm not in danger, don't follow me! He will protect me!

Speaking loudly, her face was so anxious that she was about to cry, and after a while, Yahan cried out in a crying voice: Don't follow me, I will go back, please, just this time... He will protect me, I will be fine, I want to see him, if you follow me, he will not come out to see me, I really want to see him, please...

Having said that, Yahan has already cried loudly, tears streaming down from her eyes, the little mother turned her head to one side, wiped her mouth and nose with her hand, looked straight at her, and spoke a little fast: You know, I'm not your real mother...but I treat you like my own sister, it doesn't matter if you call it my own daughter...so if you dare to have any accidents... She suddenly roared, ...then I'll die for you!

Thank you, Mom. Yahan laughed, reached out to wipe away her tears, turned around and ran out the door.

Looking at her running away, the little mother said helplessly on the spot: How did it become like this? We didn't offend anyone when we came to America this time... What the hell is going on!

Don't worry, Miss Zhang will be fine.

Yes, don't worry.

On the side, Mantou and Mr. Chen hurriedly comforted her.

Ahead, the flow of people is crowded.

Pushing open the door, she rushed out of the snowstorm. .