Hidden Assassin

Waking up from sleep, in a daze, a ray of light came in from the gap in the curtains, slanting bright golden lines across the room, fine dust swirled slowly in the air, and beside her was a deeply asleep woman .

The screen of the plasma TV froze into blue. The music that had been playing last night was probably because the CD had run out, and now it has stopped. The underwear, all kinds of sexual devices for men and women, and paper bags containing white powder were thrown on the ground randomly. Needles and drug paraphernalia were scattered all over the floor, and the room was filled with a foul smell. Ying Zifeng pushed away the naked woman next to him, and when he sat up from the bed, he felt a headache like a curse as usual.

Stretching out his hand to cover his forehead, he inadvertently saw the circle of scars again.

Oh shit!

He cursed, threw the pillow off the bed, and knocked over the drugs on the small table with a slam, as if every time he woke up in the past few years, the air around him felt unrealistically psychedelic, and his mouth was dry , Weak and weak, the sound of the air conditioner seemed to be ringing in his ears, dry and dull, like a hundred flies flying around, he stretched out his hand and slapped a few times, walked to the window and opened the curtain, the sunlight coming in He felt uncomfortable for a while, and then pulled hard again.

It was eleven o'clock in the morning, and he looked back at the half-naked woman on the bed. She was very beautiful, but he couldn't remember the name, and it didn't matter, it was all for money anyway, sweetheart, cat, whatever It doesn't matter, women, in the past few years he has changed every day, in fact, he doesn't choose, sometimes he sleeps with ugly women, and forgets the next day, some women may have slept three or four times, it's all for Money...not bad money!

For some things, four years have passed in the blink of an eye, and his concept of time is very vague. After he came out of the nursing home, his father only talked to him once. Then I didn't care about him anymore, the elder brother often came to see him. For a while, his temper became very violent, and he wanted to kill people or something, but his friends who were capable of such things seemed to stay away from him overnight. Later, he found out that it was his father and brother who gave the order to die. Don't allow him to think about it. Then he started using drugs, and until now, because every time he sees the scar on his arm, it hurts so much that he can't get any worse.

He put on a shirt to cover the scar on his arm, still wearing only a pair of pants on his lower body, pushed the door out, and shouted: Aunt Wu! When he looked at the railing to one side, he saw a servant fainted on the ground .

Overdose...overdose...

He shook his head. self-mumbling. This was in the corridor on the second floor of the villa. When I looked down, I realized that there was a person sitting in the living room below. He looked at the man's back. Outside the gate, a guard fell into the sunlight.

Overdose... hallucinations...

This is not the first time a similar situation has been seen in the past few years. Every time is different. But that figure was as familiar as a nightmare. Or a dark space full of flesh and blood. Or the ruins of the bloody place. The demon dragged him into hell again and again and killed him. After repeating this scenario countless times. He finally had some resistance. At this moment, he murmured. He staggered downstairs: I'm not afraid of you! You are an illusion...an illusion!

The hallucination came back. After glancing at him, he said slowly, Ying Zifeng. It's been a long time waiting for you to wake up.

You are an illusion...

He staggered down into the living room. Seeing that figure walk over. Holding a can of coke in hand. Then it crashed down on his head. The frozen liquid flowed from his head. It made his whole body tremble. Bubbles of gas rose in the air. The face looked at him indifferently. After a while. The free eyes finally gradually condensed. He sat down suddenly. With his hands behind him, he desperately wanted to climb the stairs: No, no, no, it's impossible...you're dead, you're dead...

That's right. I thought I was dead too. The ghost named Jia Ming stood there. He looked at the watch on his wrist. Are you awake?

You can't kill me, you can't kill me... Ying Zifeng climbed up the five stairs. Then the whole person slid down again. When you want to climb up again. Jiaming has already walked over. squat down in front of him. Instantly. The whole body has no strength. He looked at that ordinary and indifferent face. speak subconsciously. You can't kill me. My father...my elder brother and they will take revenge. They will all take revenge...you dare not kill me. You didn't dare to kill me last time...you will take revenge...

These words were said incessantly, and they were actually the words he had been comforting himself for so many years. That person was dead, or he didn’t dare to do anything. In this constant statement, he saw Jia Ming shaking his head , there was some regret and a sense of loss in his eyes, and then he gently reached out and patted his shoulder, as if to comfort him earnestly.

It can't be done... This time is different from last time, it can't be done anymore...

Then, that hand pressed against his neck, and darkness suddenly struck.

At half past eleven, the head office of Chaohai Group. Ying Haisheng and Ying Zilan received a call from the bodyguard in the elevator and learned that Ying Zifeng had been kidnapped.

Has anyone seen the kidnapper's appearance?

No, everyone in the villa was knocked out, and there is no record on the CCTV, but we estimate the time was half an hour ago...

This guy, tell him not to show off, who is he offending again!

Ying Haisheng cursed bitterly. As for the second son, he used to hate iron for being weak. Since what happened four years ago, the status of the Ying family in the Yanhuang Awakening has been deteriorating. The son is good. In the past few years, he just let him go, and took back most of the power around him. At most, he left him the capital to spend money to pick up girls and have fun. Who knows that this kind of thing will happen again.

What happened to Kong Jianzhichen already made him feel worried and irritable, but Ying Zilan who was next to him became nervous and asked several questions in a row, and then asked him for instructions, demanding to go to his brother's residence immediately to deal with this matter Although he didn't like the second son, it was not a big deal for the eldest son to respect brotherhood. He waved his hand and said that he was ready to part ways.

Originally, he was going to attend a business banquet, but the current arrangement is naturally that Ying Haisheng will attend the banquet in the past. Ying Zilan dealt with the kidnapping case, and walked out of the hall together. Under the protection of the bodyguards, both of them were thinking about whether there might be some shady behind this matter, for example, they didn't want Fang Zhitian to get the dust of nothingness. Maybe Fang Zhitian kidnapped his son in turn. Just as he walked to the gate, the mobile phones of both father and son rang at the same time, it was the same, unfamiliar number. .

Maybe it's a kidnapper...

Ying Zilan glanced at her father, put the phone to her ear, and then Ying Haisheng just pressed the call button: Hello.

It seems that you know about Ying Zifeng's affairs.

The voice on the other side of the phone was casual and indifferent, seemingly familiar, but with a trace of unfamiliar indifference. While talking, the two of them, together with a dozen bodyguards around them, had already walked out of the gate of Chaohai Group, and the small square outside was sunny. Due to the good design combined with the surrounding buildings, the area outside the door is blown by cool natural wind, everyone's clothes are fluttering, and the convoy waiting for them has stopped a few meters away from the gate, Ying Hai Sheng was silent for a second: What do you want?

I'm here to deliver something. What?

Family portrait... I asked you to go to Jianghai to get the family portrait, but you have been refusing to go, so let me trouble you and send it here for you.

Less than two meters away from the car in front, Ying Haisheng and Ying Zilan stopped abruptly. The wind blows past, pedestrians come and go in the small square, and four years of time and memory are suddenly drawn closer, the memory is so deep that it seems that they saw that ordinary-looking but extremely terrifying boy standing in front of them talking, and their hearts suddenly tightened At the same time, a black shadow descended from the sky.

bang, bang----

ah----

The human body flying down from dozens of stories hit the roof of the car on the side, and the shattered bulletproof glass exploded like pearls. After the booming sound, the sound of the person in the air was heard in the air. screams. The bodyguards rushed over from all sides to protect Ying's father and son, while Ying Zilan suddenly pushed away the bodyguards around him, looking at the sunken car roof in front of him, Ying Zifeng, who was bloodstained and twisted, seemed to be still looking at the Brother and father, but those eyeballs have completely burst. Seeing the scene in front of him clearly under the dragging of the bodyguards, Ying Haisheng almost subconsciously shouted: Gu Jiaming, I will make all the people you value die dead!

...still so uncreative.

The voice on the other side of the phone sighed softly, at the same moment. The sound of an explosion suddenly sounded. It was an exhibition room on the side of the hall of Chaohai Group, and the bomb in the hall was detonated. Flames blasted out from the floor-to-ceiling windows on the side, and then a small car on the other side also flew up to the height of the three-story building in the sudden burst of heat. A dozen bodyguards pulled out their guns, almost subconsciously protecting the respondent. The father and son stayed away from the hall and the car.

If the people who fell from the sky just now have not fully reacted, the sudden two explosions seemed to press the riot button. Since the explosion was in the exhibition room next to it, there were basically no casualties in the hall, but At this time, the employees and customers in the lobby rushed out of the gate at the first time. The people in the square ran away, some screamed, some fell to the ground, the fruits in the baskets were scattered all over the ground, and the people in the small square ran away. With the wind blowing, a piece of red thin silk cloth flew into the sky.

The silk cloth is thin and wide, it was originally folded and held under a person's armpit, as if due to the impact of the explosion, the person panicked, causing the huge silk cloth to fall out of his hand, stretched and flew in the air, just facing Ying Shi The group of father and son surrounded them, and the distance between the two sides was only four or five meters at this time. Seeing that person walking towards this side, the bodyguard at the front suddenly stopped and raised his gun with both hands.

There was a figure in front of him, and the man swung his right hand from the lower left to the upper right, and the two fingers that came together seemed to be just lightly swipe in the air.

The figures were intertwined, and the gunfire did not ring out. The next moment, a huge red silk cloth completely enveloped a dozen people. Outside the silk cloth, the bodyguard who raised the gun first knelt silently on the ground, blood gushing from his neck. shoot out. In the silk cloth behind, along with the confusion of figures, screams and gunshots rang out continuously.

This silk cloth is light and thin, and under the sunlight at noon in summer, it can't block much light, and basically it doesn't cause too much trouble in moving. The moment he intersected with this group of people, both Ying Haisheng and Ying Zilan had already reacted. This is Gu Jiaming.

His makeup is very casual, at most it covers his original appearance, but he doesn't cover up his figure and basic outline too much, but all of this may not be important in front of him, as he walks over. The two bodyguards also raised their guns, and the other bodyguard in front grabbed his hands. Back and forth, more than a dozen bodyguards focused their attention almost at the same time. Each of them has undergone rigorous training, and their bodies are flexible and strong. However, facing such a battle, the only movement Jia Ming made was to swing two fingers of his right hand.

Half circle, diagonal swing, horizontal pull, tap. That movement looked easy and casual, even Ying's father and son could catch it, but all the attacks. But it seemed that all of them were useless in front of him. He lowered his head and walked forward, turned his body slightly sideways, slid, and continued to walk... With his second step, the hand dance has already brought out Continuous fine blood lines, blood lines from one person to another person's body, throat, and wrist. Eyes... the blood line in the air seemed to be a freehand stroke of wild grass, Ying Haisheng almost watched helplessly as the hand commanded the eldest son's eyes and Adam's apple, and then passed through layers of guards like a phantom. A tug on his throat.

In less than three seconds, Jia Ming passed through the crowd and pulled the cloth above. The silk cloth flew out like a kite. The sun fell on their heads again, and more than a dozen people behind them began to fall to the ground one after another. go down. He still walked forward casually, put the bloody blade in his right hand into his mouth, then raised the camera on his chest that was ready to shoot and washed, and pressed the shutter backward.

With a low voice, the photo was washed out, he took off the photo, and popped it backwards. With the wind in the small square, the piece of paper fell into the pool of blood in front of Ying Haisheng and his son.

He made his way through the chaotic crowd ahead. He stretched out his hand at the corner of the street more than ten meters away. He snapped his fingers in the air: taxi. A taxi stopped by the side of the road, and he got in. He said to the driver, Go to the airport.

The driver stepped on the accelerator, lowered his head slightly, looked at the street in the distance from the rearview mirror, and then looked at the camera on the passenger: There seems to be an accident over there, reporter?

Yes. He smiled slightly.

In a hurry, thank you.

A few minutes later, the first batch of policemen arrived at the scene. Facing more than a dozen corpses with their throats all cut open, they were at a loss. The news was confirmed an hour later. At two o'clock in the afternoon, the flight from Guangzhou to Jianghai arrived on time. Jia Ming, who had returned to his original attire, walked out of the airport hall and set foot on the scorching sun again. He bought a pair of sunglasses in a store near the airport to cover the He closed his eyes with a little bewilderment.

He still remembers this city and many things, but the feelings contained in those memories have become somewhat alienated under the overlapping of four years of pain and memories of two lifetimes, just like the girl named Lingjing named Shasha, The figure who was killed by him in a certain segment and then left sadly in a certain segment, is like the coldness and nostalgia in his heart, the heart of a killer and full of guilt, the conflicting memories of Pei Luojia and the dull student days, all of them The things are still in his memory, but they have been cut to pieces by the unbearable pain, which makes him have to stop again and examine himself at this time. The past and future of this city are alternately in his mind.

A taxi stopped beside him, he shook his head, stood at the fork in front of him for a long time, he chose a direction and started walking, the sun was scorching, he kept walking forward, looking at every corner of the city A person, every car, every store, every billboard, regains the fragments of memory.

At the same moment, Fang Zhitian and others located in a corner of the city were caught in a huge crisis and problem. In the past four years, Ying Haisheng's forces no longer occupied the pivotal position in the past in the Awakening of Yanhuang. The problem is that the Fang faction forces can naturally annex everything of the other side, but in the current situation, they no longer have such an advantage of being calm and unhurried. It caused them great harm at that time, and now they may counterattack at any time. The shadow of death is hanging over the heads of every member of Yanhuang Awakening in Jianghai. The death of Ying Haisheng, the mysterious killer who appeared in Guangzhou, whether it is Whether it is Pei Luojia who has made trouble, or other dark organizations that want to fish in troubled waters, I am afraid that they will become the last straw that breaks the camel's back.

Regardless of darkness or light, in a small martial arts gym in another corner of the city, a woman named Ling Jing sat in front of the window, looked at the stack of songs and scores on the desk, and sang softly, preparing for the guest performance at Fang Yusi's concert tonight. No matter how focused her expression is, what exists in her heart at this time is not only the sadness of heartbreak, but also the confusion about the future. The woman who has the same mood as her and is like a twin is walking hundreds of meters away. Looking at it from a distance from the balcony of the building outside, when the wind blows, it raises the hair in the ears...

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