unintentionally seduce

The conversation between the two, or the unilateral explanation of the man with the scar, was forced to stop until his female companion entered the ear room.After a much more polite exchange of greetings than before, the man left with his female companion on his arm, and Shaw, who got up to see him off, sat back down with a smile on his face and moved unhurriedly.He took out the handkerchief from his jacket pocket, picked up the cigar cutter on the other side of the crystal table, slowly wiped off the fingerprints left by the man on it, and then printed his own on it.

When this was done, the smoke in the room was still there, and Shaw opened the cigar box he had put aside.

If the man with the scar just now was still present, he would be surprised to find that this elegant box is not the top-quality Bird he enjoyed before, but light white capsules packaged in transparent crystal thin bottles. Shaw took one of the vials from the box, washed down the capsules with water, and put the bottle back in the humidor.He was not in a hurry to put the box away, but stretched out his hand to pick up the cigar butt left by the man on the table, holding it in front of his eyes to observe carefully.

A coolness rose from his eyes, and then spread to the corners of his raised lips.After a while, as if he had enjoyed enough, Shaw put the cigar butts back into the box, put them in his arms and kept them close to his chest, then took out his mobile phone, dialed a series of numbers and went out.

No one's name was displayed on the shiny screen, apparently this familiar number did not have any memory records in the phone.

The call was connected five seconds later, Shaw looked down, "I'm Yindie, how's the situation?"

"The nails have all been pulled out, and nothing has been leaked, and no trace will be left."

"Very good," Shaw nodded calmly, "The effect of the medicine will start to work in about 5 minutes. Before that, make sure that the deployment is correct, and then send in the 'tourist group' I gave you. The other party must There are people protecting them in the dark, except for the Real, where they cannot enter, there is no dead corner for them on the avenue, so your main task is to control them when you act."

"Please rest assured that nothing will go wrong."

"I don't need to worry," Shaw said, getting up and walking out, the last trace of a smile disappeared from the corner of his lips, "If something goes wrong, it's not just your lives that will make it up... Do you understand?"

The ending sound was extremely gentle, but it was only after a few seconds of silence on the other side that a trembling voice responded: "Yes, this subordinate understands."

Shaw opened the door of the ear room with his free right hand, and the mobile phone in his left hand was hung up the moment he walked out sideways. He then raised his hand and gestured to the waiter in the distance. When the waiter trotted over, his gentle smile was gone. Returning to his face: "If the two ladies from just now come out, please wait in the waiting room for a while, I will be back in a while."

"No problem, sir."

"Oh, yes, there is one more thing." Shaw returned to the steps he had just raised, and smiled apologetically at the waiter, "I just lit a cigar in the waiting room, and I can't let the smoke affect the mood of the ladies waiting. , so please change the air in the room before those two ladies go in, is that okay?"

The waiter bowed and saluted: "Happy to serve you, sir."

Shaw nodded politely, then turned and walked out.

Meanwhile, the side of Honeypool Avenue.

Parsons frowned and pinched the palm of his right hand, but he still couldn't get rid of the nervous stagnation he felt a few seconds ago.

"What's the matter, dear?" His female companion asked worriedly when she saw that the look of the man she was holding was not right.

"Nothing..." Before he finished speaking, a sense of dizziness hit, Parsons bit the tip of his tongue, and his expression darkened after he regained consciousness—could it be that the young man just now had a problem?But that young man clearly looked pampered from inside to outside, and looked like he was protected by others on the tip of his heart. How could he be a seasoned killer...

Despite the doubts in his heart, Parsons still raised his head and glanced around. I don’t know when there were many oriental people who seemed to come in groups on this avenue. There were all men, women and children, and everyone looked at this road curiously. The shops on the avenue, and the usually deserted Honipler Avenue, are rarely bustling today.

Most of these people are the elderly and children who can't lift their hands on their shoulders. Parsons felt a little relieved when he saw this. On a man in a black suit.

The two men were just chatting indifferently, but when Parsons' eyes turned to them again, their bodies tensed up in unison, and their right hands were quickly raised to their lower backs.

Their speed was fast, and Parsons' speed was even faster. The moment he saw the other party stretching his hand behind his waist, he almost subconsciously pulled the girl beside him to him——

The two muffled sounds of "Puff" were not enough to wake everyone up, except for the black firearms with silencers in the hands of the two men in suits, which were seen by several people on the road. After a few seconds of silence, there were several ear-piercing sounds scream.

Without hesitation, Parsons pushed the girl who was pulled in front of him, who was out of breath at this time, towards the direction of the two men in suits rushing over, while he turned around and ran away.Just the moment he took a step, he felt dizzy again. He couldn't help but cursed, bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, and at the same time drew out his gun and hid it in his bosom. Several shots were fired.

Several passers-by fell in response, blood mist burst into the air, and the already panicked crowd suddenly exploded. Parsons took advantage of the crowd with a gloomy face and fled back.

The two men who were scattered far away by the panicked crowd looked at each other, then took out the miniature walkie-talkie and said a few words at the same time, then threw the gun held through the glove on the ground, and followed the crowd to Leave in the opposite direction from Parsons.

On the other side, Parsons looked gloomy, knowing that it would be bad luck for him to be ambushed on this narrow road. Although his steps became more and more staggered due to the inexplicable drug effect, his survival instinct made him die. He gritted his teeth and held on.It's a pity that the deliberately created congestion became more and more serious, and it became an obstacle to his own escape. He could clearly see it, but it was difficult to avoid it.

Just as Parcente was thinking about it, he saw a child fleeing in panic in front of him bumping into him in a panic.

"Go away! Damn little——" before the words were out of his mouth, Parsons heard a puff in his ear, and his numb nerves transmitted the bone-chilling coldness left by the blade in his body back to his brain.Parsons lowered his head in disbelief, and the boy who bumped into his arms also raised his head at this time, the panic on his face was swept away, replaced by a cold smile.

It wasn't until this moment that Parsons noticed that the clothes on the boy in front of him seemed to be the logo of the tourist group that he had ignored just now.

"You—" Parsons clutched his bleeding abdomen, but the boy had already brushed past his body without hesitation and buried himself in the crowd, never to be seen again.

The murderer fled far away, and Parsons was obviously not willing to accept his fate like this. He clutched his abdominal wound and staggered towards the end of the avenue with the panicked crowd—the exit was just ahead, as long as he got out of this avenue and arrived at the end of the avenue. On the open and well-connected asphalt road, if you stop the car and take yourself to the hospital, you will definitely be saved...

His tenacious sense of survival supported him step by step towards the exit of Honeypool Avenue. The short distance of tens of meters seemed to exhaust all his vitality. Seeing that he was only three meters away from the asphalt road In the distance, a siren sounded.

The sound of the police siren, which he hates so much on weekdays, sounds like heaven to Parsons at this moment-only the police can save himself from the gang of killers who are also desperadoes, even if he is later sentenced by the Supreme Court of the Thirteenth Military District Life imprisonment is fine... as long as you live there is hope...

As if hearing his helpless cry for help, the police car stopped on the asphalt road in front of him, the door opened, and a person in police uniform stepped out.

"Help me... I've been attacked—" Parsons clutched his stomach and fell weakly to the ground. Fortunately, before he fell completely, he was supported by an arm tied with the arm emblem of the [-]th Military Region, and he was put on the frame A police car with its doors open.

Parsons, who was being carried into the car, was a little fuzzy in consciousness, and his vision was hazy, and he could only vaguely feel the car being started.

Finally saved...Passant, who was struggling to breathe, suddenly heard a familiar warm voice in his ears——

"Give him a booster shot, but you can't let him die immediately."

Parsons' pupils dilated suddenly, he stiffened his neck and looked at the pair of white hands that were still supporting his arms, and then looked at the face of the man who had saved him.

"I won't see you for a while, Mr. Parsons." The young man with white lips and red lips smiled like an angel of ordinary people, and his delicate eyebrows and eyes were more like those drawn by a painter's magic brush. In the eyes of Parsons, it is no different from a ferocious ghost.

Parsons struggled violently, but the hand of the man he thought should be weak was holding him there tightly like an iron hoop, and the other party's movement to subdue him didn't seem to take much effort, at least that The man's expression was still gentle, and his tone was equally gentle: "Mr. Parsons, this knife you suffered is not a light one. The harder you struggle, the faster you die."

"You, who are you—!?"

"Me?" The smile on the young man's face was a little casual, "I'm just a small person, Mr. Parsons don't need to care about it. The reason why I'm here is just to ask you a small question... In order for you to answer my questions without any hesitation, it is a pity for those loyal subordinates who have been with you for so many years... Therefore, Mr. Parsons does not need to rely on their rescue, just answer my questions obediently. "

"What... what, tell me—" Parsons really didn't want this scary young man to succeed, but he didn't dare to face the consequences of rejecting this person, he could only hope that the other party would let him go after achieving his goal. Pass.

"I just want to know—" the young man leaned down, and slowly and unquestionably whispered into the ear of Parsent, who was panting, "Seven years ago, the ninth department of the Tang family in the seventh district rebelled. The family of the head of the Law Enforcement Hall... the participants at that time, who were the elders of the Nine Departments, huh?"

Parsons shuddered, and finally remembered why the overly beautiful young man in front of him had a face that he was somewhat familiar with but couldn't find in his memory—because what he saw seven years ago was very different from this face. The person with the same beautiful face is a woman in her 30s who was strangled to death by her own hands, and the boy who escaped by chance and disappeared is far from having such outstanding features: "You are Xiao——"

A cold dagger was stuck to his throat before he uttered that name. The coldness emitted by the metal made Parsons' heart tremble violently, and the young man's eyes seemed to be filled with black mist. But there is no human emotion at all, the bright red lips opened and closed in front of his eyes, and the voice he confided made people shudder: "My patience is limited, you'd better not try the consequences... I will scratch you a thousand knives and let you I can't die, I can totally do it."

Parsons closed his eyes resignedly, at this moment he no longer expects to live, but to die quickly: "One, five, six, eight..."

Hearing the answer, the young man blinked slowly. Looking at it from a close distance, the ever-longer eyelashes seemed to be able to flash onto the opponent's face. After a moment, he raised the knife in his hand and stabbed it hard into the opponent's face. In Parsons' lap: "It's wrong to lie, Mr. Parsons." A gentle smile was rippling on the corners of his lips, but it didn't reach the frozen eyes at all, "Don't ask for trouble .”

Parsons was powerless to howl, and only big drops of sweat rolled down his forehead: "I'm telling the truth—it's the four parts of [-]...I didn't lie to you...!!"

"That's not good...how dare you lie?" The young man didn't blink his eyes this time, and stabbed Parsons' other leg in the splash of blood.

"I swear—" Parsons jumped up like a dying fish and roared hysterically, with blue veins popping out on his forehead, "It's them—it's the fucking them—!!"

"..."

After carefully observing the other party's expression, the young man finally nodded in satisfaction, sat up straight slowly, loosened his five fingers and threw away the dagger covered in bright red blood in his hand, then raised his hand, tore off the uniform on his body and threw it aside. Passing the wet towel handed over by his subordinate with a pale face, he wiped his blood-stained hands expressionlessly.

The car stopped, and the window was facing the already seldom-traveled Honipler Avenue. It turned out that the driver just made a small circle and came back.

The slender white hand was on the doorknob, and just about to pull it away, when the young man heard the angry voice behind him——

"Why... didn't you just kill me right there..."

The young man naturally knew what Parsons was talking about. Without turning his head, he opened the car door, narrowed his eyes slightly against the early autumn sun, and showed a harmless smile: "Your life is far less than mine. Another goal is important... You should see the two girls who came with me, don't you think one of them looks like an old friend who was just betrayed by you. "

Parsons trembled with his powerless hands hanging aside, and a complex expression and a layer of death enveloped his face: "So it's... Qian Chuwen... Hehe, hehe, I'm afraid they don't know that they are provoking me. what a—”

The voice stopped abruptly and there was no lingering sound. The person in the car lowered his head and saw that it was the person who had opened his eyes wide and died.

The young man had already got out of the car indifferently, and he didn't even forget to go around to the co-pilot and take out the bright red roses he had prepared before turning around and leaving.

Under the sun, the spotless pure white casual clothes and the bouquet of bright red roses dazzled the people in the car...