Top Secret Entrustment [Rebirth]

36 years ago, Miami, Florida.

In the north of the urban area, there is a residential area called Uptown (WN). The economy here is very backward, and a large number of blacks and Latinos gather here. It is a well-known area with a high incidence of crimes in Miami.

After nightfall, the gaudy neon lights come on, the air is filled with cheap perfume and the unpleasant smell of decaying garbage, and scantily clad prostitutes come out of the small and dilapidated rental houses and stand in small groups at the alley, gesticulating at the passers-by Solicit business.

The people who haunt the upper city at this time are poor and violent villains. Not only do they not make much money receiving customers for a night, but they are also likely to be treated violently and tortured to pieces by those bad customers who like sexual abuse.

In the dark alley full of dirty water, the woman moaned coquettishly and loudly. The strong black man who pressed her against the wall was sweating profusely. His muscular and plump chest muscles glistened under the street lamp. He gently lifted the woman's thigh so that he could perform better.

In midsummer and June, in the dirtiest corner of this bustling city, hormones that have nowhere to be released are mixed with the most decadent sins, slowly fermenting in the darkness, deeply implanted in the soul of everyone who walks out of there .

A footstep sounded from far to near, and finally stopped beside the telephone pole at the entrance of the alley.

It was a very young boy, who looked about eight or nine years old, wearing a cotton T-shirt and jeans, his clothes were old but washed very clean, his bare arms were pale and thin, the boy had a pair of very With beautiful light brown eyes, he obviously noticed the pair of clients and prostitutes, and looked in hesitantly, a trace of disgust and indifference far beyond his age suddenly filled the bottom of his clear eyes.

The neighborhood has always been chaotic, and he must go home as soon as possible. The boy pursed his lips, and pressed his palms on the pockets of his jeans calmly, as if he was worried that the things inside would be cut away. He looked around vigilantly, and finally Bite the bullet and walked in.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the black burly man looked up, his lustful eyes fell on the boy, he licked the dry lips, accelerated his sprint, and whistled obscenely at him.

The boy frowned pretending to be calm, walked quickly past the two, turned the corner, he couldn't help running wildly, until he rushed into the house and slammed the door, the disgusting world was isolated behind him, He leaned against the door panel and gasped for breath, his slack eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the messy home in front of him, full of the strong smell of alcohol——

Heh, it is obviously the same disgusting place, but he has nowhere else to go.

"Cornell! It's you who came back? Why don't you fucking get me out of here!"

A drunken and rude male voice sounded in the back room, and the young Cornell Schuman trembled subconsciously. He didn't dare to resist, avoiding the empty wine bottles and glass shards on the floor, and walked in cautiously.

It was a bedroom of less than four square meters. It was low, dark, and smelled of damp mold and sweat. A drunk man was lying on the table and hiccupping. His amputated left arm was haphazardly bound with dirty gauze. With that, oozing yellow-brown pus.

He is a failed thief. The last time he missed, he lost an arm. For a thief, this is tantamount to wasting his entire career.

"Teacher..." Schumann called the man with his head down, and slowly took out the money in his trouser pocket and put it on the table, "This is today's money."

The man dialed the stack of five and ten yuan change, snorted coldly, raised his hand, and slapped Schumann's face, "I've raised you for so many years, and you use this thing to repay me?!"

Schumann was beaten and fell to the ground, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. In the confusion, he accidentally pressed a pile of broken glass with his palm, causing his body to twitch in pain, but he gritted his teeth and did not make a sound.Seeing his forbearance and rebellion, the man became furious, picked up his chair and hit Little Schumann on the head and face.

This kind of thing happens every few days, but that night, Schumann stabbed the man hundreds of times with the Swiss Army knife he hid in his trouser leg. When he stopped, he was already out of breath. The man in front of him It couldn't be called a corpse at all, but a pool of bloody and rotten flesh.

A week later, Washington, Willard Interstate Hotel.

Cornell Schuman, with a bruised nose and a bruised face, was wearing a stolen little dress, dragging his arm that was interrupted by a drunkard and hadn't had time to deal with it. door.

No one knew how a penniless eight-year-old boy arrived in Washington alone from the slums of Miami to stand in front of the hall that housed the most famous thieves in the entire East.

He had heard of a man, from a man who beat and scolded him when he was drunk.

That man is a Chinese-American. After settling in the United States, he behaved very low-key and had a small area of ​​activity. No one knew his name. He only heard that his surname was Shaw, so his colleagues would call him "mr.shaw" politely. ".

In the world of thieves, strength is the only thing that can win the respect of peers. It is said that Shaw's origin is a mystery, and his record in China is almost a blank sheet of paper. The single is a big deal that shocked the world.

He is a frequent visitor to the eastern region exchange meeting, but he has no interest in the gods.

Schumann is very envious of a guy named Leonard Duke, because he heard that Leonard is the only student of shaw, without any competitive pressure, at the age of 11, he was recognized by his peers, and he is the orthodox of the famous thief heir.

Schumann felt that the world was very unfair. Leonard's fate was so good that he could be chosen by Shaw, but his fate could only be won by himself, so he couldn't help but deal with that lunatic alcoholic and chased him all the way. I came to Washington just to meet the legendary Shaw.

That year, "a nine-year-old thief trespassing on the exchange meeting dinner" was an anecdote that was joked by the thieves in the eastern region, especially when the little kid with injuries stood in front of Shaw and vowed to be accepted as his apprentice , everyone thought that the gentle Shaw would politely accept or refuse.

But surprisingly, Shaw did not directly answer the little guy's request, but took out a coin with a face value of 1 dollar on the spot. He said: "I only accept one student in my life, and this student will become my only heir. If you want to worship me as a teacher, you must win Leonard."

According to legend, the oldest coin game among thieves is full of blood and violence. Regardless of heads or tails, the losers often die before the opponent's hands without seeing the result.

At that moment, everyone understood that Shaw hoped that the other party would retreat in spite of difficulties, but that humble kid agreed to this dangerous coin game.

Their acquaintance started with a coin game and ended with a coin game, but that day in the backyard of the old residence, the moment Shaw fell down, Schumann no longer cared about the pros and cons of the coin, he only knew that he had taken his life, and took away the so-called inheritance that he specially left for him.

Shaw has kept his promise all his life, and Leonard is his only heir, so he used another way to make Cornell Schuman recognized by his peers.

……

The charming brushstrokes of "Starry Sky" are natural, and each stroke is the outline of that person's hand in memory. Schumann stood in the dark exhibition room, calmly watching the well-preserved oil painting—that afternoon, He walked into the living room unintentionally with his connected arms hanging. Under the sunny floor-to-ceiling windows, Shaw was standing in front of the easel, drawing the semi-finished painting in front of him.

"I once asked him if painting was for the purpose of making imitations with your own hands, and guess what he said?"

Cornell Schuman's voice sounded from the darkness. Xiao Yu, who had just walked into the exhibition room, paused and frowned suspiciously, "I don't know."

"He said that painting is a kind of expression. Every painter has a unique soul. They incorporate the soul into the paint, so the work can be immortal for thousands of years after death. The thief is a ghost who lost his soul. He paints to find it. A soul obliterated by profession."

"Teacher..." Xiao Yu stared at Schumann's back and couldn't help but said, "Xiaoqi asked you more than once, why even though I promised to fade out of the thief business, you still don't want to let me live?"

Hearing this, Schumann turned around, smiled, and said: "Because the thief will not trust anyone, of course including his own student, Xiaoqi, each thief can only choose one heir, and only the chosen one People will be recognized by their peers, this is a rule handed down hundreds of years ago, if you want to live, you must kill me, and live by the inheritance you have obtained."

Xiao Yu was startled, narrowed his eyes, and shook his head in disbelief, "Are you forcing me to do something to you again?"

"Xiao Qi, if you drag things on until now, everyone around you will become victims you can't bear," Schumann said: "Tonight, only one of you and I can leave here alive, the teacher is no longer I'm young, I don't have the patience to continue playing with you."

The hand hanging by her side was tightly clenched and trembling slightly, Xiao Yu was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled instead of anger, and sarcastically said: "Your teacher is a ghost, but he spends his whole life looking for the lost soul, such a person cultivates thunder Nader is not surprising at all, I wonder how he can still train you?"

Schumann was silent for a moment when he heard the words, and after a long time, he said: "Because he pitied me and didn't want to see me die at the dinner party, so he made an exception and accepted me as an apprentice."

"Well, that's really a pity," Xiao Yu said with a smile: "If he had set his mind to watch you die, he would probably still have his life to spend the rest of his life in that house in the suburbs, right?"

"Yes." Schumann smiled.

Xiao Yu said, "What are you going to do tonight?"

Schumann did not speak, but took out a one-dollar coin from his trousers pocket, and held it up to Xiao Yu's eyes.

"Coin game..." Xiao Yu looked at him suspiciously.

"Well, it's different from the rules that Leonard and you played before. This is a game my teacher taught us." Schumann said: "After the coin lands and stops, you win if the character goes up, and the eagle goes up. Basically, I win, but above this rule, the person who can live to see the coin stop wins first."

Xiao Yu suddenly opened his eyes wide.

"Understood?" Schumann said patiently.

Xiao Yu was so nervous that her heart was pounding, but she pretended to stare at Schumann expressionlessly, and said coldly, "Understood."

"And here we go," Schumann stepped back to distance himself. "Good luck, my boy."

In the exhibition room at this time, the only light source came from a green emergency light, and the light was dim and obscure. Even thieves with excellent dynamic vision could hardly see all the details clearly under such conditions.

Xiao Yu held his breath, pursed his lips tightly, and stared at each other's every movement with his eyes. He knew the horror of Cornell Schumann very well. The two were far apart in strength, let alone decades behind Based on actual combat experience, he thought to himself that his chances of winning were low, but right now he had no second choice.

Four years have passed, and this is the first time the two have met face to face. They have not communicated through any medium. The young man in front of him has not changed much from before, and his childhood appearance can still be seen in his eyes. Schumann looked at Xiao Yu's face. A pair of black eyes that are warm and moist like jade - through the dim light and shadow, he seems to have returned to 36 years ago. The man stood under the crystal lamp, turned his head, and looked at himself with a pair of exact eyes with slight surprise.

Thinking of this, he slowly raised his arm, flicked his thumb under the coin, the green fluorescent light of the emergency light illuminated the metal surface, and the coin flipped and flew vertically at an extremely fast speed.

Those few seconds seemed to be infinitely elongated, and the two people who looked at each other silently moved almost at the same moment the coin was out of their hands.

Xiao Yu didn't dare to be negligent at all, and kicked his right leg with his backed up energy. He was like a weightless feline, and his light figure quickly turned into a black shadow of nothingness. He turned sideways, and the two passed each other.

At a very close distance, Schumann raised the knife and volleyed straight towards the back of Xiao Yu's neck. This time, if he hit him, he would be dead or fainted. Xiao Yu was shocked, and hurriedly tilted his weight to avoid the vital point. After the cuffs were clamped firmly by two fingers, he directly wiped them upwards with the extremely awkward posture in front of his eyes.

In the darkness, Schumann smiled silently, as if he had already seen the guy's intentions.Xiao Yu only felt his arms being clasped in vain in the middle of the walk. The next moment, a strong force hit his abdomen. Xiao Yu's throat was so painful that he flew backwards and hit the wall. After landing, he turned over and vomited. A mouthful of blood.

After being hit, several oil paintings hanging on the same wall were unhooked and hit the ground with a bang, the frame cracked, and glass shards shattered all over the ground.

"If you can't make up your mind to kill me, you will always be passive."

Xiao Yu got up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said with a sneer, "I'm not you, the teacher who can kill me for that ridiculous inheritance, the reason why I fight with you is just to survive!"

"You think that I killed him for the inheritance..."

"Is not it?"

Before the coin fell to the ground, Schumann took the coin, he paused as if lost his mind, and said: "Maybe, he looks like he died in my hands, so I have no choice but to satisfy him."

Xiao Yu leaned against the wall to stabilize his body, clenched his teeth, his internal organs convulsed, and his body trembled uncontrollably in pain. The kick just now was too hard, and Xiao Yu gasped violently. Upwelling, presumably the spilled stomach acid after a stomach bleed is eroding other organs.

Cornell Schumann saw everything in his eyes, he walked slowly to Xiao Yu, spread his palms to let him see the coins lying in his palms, "The characters face up, if I don't catch them, maybe you win gone."

After speaking, he smiled slightly and bounced the coin again.

Xiao Yu endured the pain and rubbed his body forward, Schuman didn't dodge at all, calmly blocked Xiao Yu's sweeping leg, then returned his hand and clenched his ankle, pulled it vigorously in the opposite direction, and then lifted his knee above the joint hard One.

There was an extremely subtle bone cracking sound in the air, Xiao Yu groaned in pain, glanced upwards from the corner of the eye, Schumann frowned slightly, and understood his intention in the next second.

However, it was too late to react. The ceramic blade flew out of his hand and hit the falling coin with a ding sound. After the two hit each other, they headed towards the corner of the exhibition room. The coin did not stop immediately after landing, but spun rapidly.

"You're so naive, Xiao Qi." Schumann tightened Xiao Yu's collar, and brought him closer. "The landing of this coin game is only part of the rules. Only when one of us is wiped out can it be considered the real end."

Hearing this, Xiao Yu curled his lips weakly, and jokingly said: "Teacher, you are used to being a lone thief, so you don't understand what a partner is. It's a pity that Xiao Qi has never been alone."

As if in response to this sentence, all the lights on the top of the exhibition room were turned on, and the human eyes who had been in the dark for a long time could not quickly adapt to the bright light.

Schumann squinted his eyes and was stunned for a moment. Within a second, he dropped Xiao Yu and rolled to the ground. The bullets from the gun followed him, and blood burst out with a puff. Schuman pressed his shot left shoulder and turned to look at the entrance.

Luo Yifan raised his hand to aim again, and said calmly: "This is the first time that you missed a vital point, Mr. Schumann, you really deserve your name."

"No..." A distorted expression appeared on Schumann's face, "No! It has to be—"

The voice stopped abruptly, and he looked back at Xiao Yu. It was an extremely complicated look. The moment the eyes intertwined, Xiao Yu seemed to be shaken by the emotion in the other's eyes. Schumann ignored the gunshot wound and fucked with two fingers Picking up a ceramic blade, he flew straight towards him.

In the blink of an eye, gunshots rang out, and scarlet blood splashed on the white wall and the distorted canvas of "Starry Sky" on the wall.At the same time, a figure came in from the side. Xi Cheng clasped Schumann's left arm with one hand, and pressed his shoulder with the other hand. With a cracking sound, Xi Cheng took off his entire left arm neatly.

——And none of these could stop Cornell Schuman from cutting Xiao Yu's blade.

Xiao Yu was shocked by the tragic scene in front of him. The porcelain white blade stuck to his throat, as if blood would splash in the next second. He had no choice but to attack according to instinct.

The carotid artery was cut sharply, and the dark red plasma surged more than one meter high under the pressure.

Schumann moved his lips with difficulty, but the air could no longer be sucked into the lungs through the severed trachea. His arm resting on Xiao Yu's neck slowly dropped, and the blade slipped out from between his fingers and rolled to the floor.

Xiao Yu suddenly came back to his senses, he picked up the ceramic blade in disbelief, and stroked it lightly with his fingertips, the blunt edge of the blade had already been rounded, and it was not aggressive at all.

"Why..." Xiao Yu felt that his heart and lungs were tightly bound, and the oppressive feeling made him unable to breathe, "Don't tell me...you don't want to kill me?"

Schumann fell on the floor, the glare spread slowly, his eyes stared blankly at Tianhuabai, ignored Xiao Yu's question, and just said: "His... put it away..."

Xiao Yu staggered and knelt down beside Schumann, turned his face and forced him to look at her, "Who is he?" Xiao Yu asked tremblingly, "Who is he...?!"

Schuman's face was pale, and his distracted eyes became clear the moment they met Xiao Yu's eyes, "He is... my teacher, the greatest... the greatest thief in the world, he is... mine, now... I finally... came..."

He raised his hand and stroked Xiao Yu's eyes tremblingly.

"Let me see again—"

Before Schumann could finish speaking, Xiao Yu waved his hand away, and said coldly: "Teacher, please remember, you are a ghost who takes people's lives, and you are not worthy of a person with a soul. Xiao Qi accepts your inheritance." down."

Schumann was slightly taken aback, then smiled and shook his head, "It's just...returning things to their original owners—"

Half an hour later, the clock struck zero.

Xiao Yu had a broken leg and couldn't walk, so she had to lie on Yi Fan's back obediently and let him carry it. Xi Cheng followed beside the two. As soon as the three walked out of the New York Museum of Art, Lu Cen and Phoenix immediately went up to meet them.

"How is it?" Lu Cen pinched a certain bloody face and tugged hard.

Xiao Yu was in pain from being pulled, and squinted his eyes and said: "The calf bone is cracked, just rest for a while and it will be fine, ah, it hurts! If you are tearing it off, you will have to add a face tear."

"No," Lu Cen said with a smile as if you were talking nonsense again: "How can it be torn apart when it's so thick?"

Xiao Yu: "..."

"Get in the car first, I'll take care of Shaw's wound," Phoenix said.

Luo Yifan looked at the dozen or so cars parked at the door, and said calmly, "The boss is here?"

"The committee is here," Phoenix corrected, "They will deal with the aftermath, otherwise the New York Museum of Modern Art will be tossed like this by you guys, and it will be directly published in the New York Times after it opens on Monday!"

Xiao Yu snorted, and Yu Xicheng said, "Where's the president?"

"On the way, the boss is going to sweep the grave, and he will be here soon." Lu Cen said, "It's none of your business here, I will stay and help with the aftermath, you go back and rest."

Xi Cheng said, "I'll stay too."

Afterwards, they separated, and Phoenix brought Yi Fan and Xiao Yu back to the caravan.

It took nearly two hours to set the bone and deal with the trauma. At the end of the torment, Xiao Yu simply curled up in Yifan's arms and fell asleep.

At the same time, Leonard walked into the showroom, placed a bouquet of white roses with water droplets on Cornell Schuman's side, and then took off his suit jacket to cover his upper body.

Yu Xicheng walked behind him, and said coldly, "How do you plan to deal with it?"

"Although I don't want to, but the teacher should have his place." Leonard said: "Cornell has guarded the teacher for 20 years, and it will be my turn for the next 20 years."

"You are the president, what if you leave the committee?"

"What are you afraid of? Your generation is mature enough. You and Xiaoqi, one will take over the position of God, and the other will take over as president. So why should I be worried?"

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Seven months later, France.

Paris in the spring is rainy and misty, and the Eiffel Tower is looming not far away.

The Eiffel Square was sparsely populated with tourists. Xiao Yu was wearing a white hoodie and jeans, holding an umbrella and queuing up in front of the pancake stand to buy pancakes. The pancake baker was a handsome French guy with brown hair and blue eyes, strong chest and abdominal muscles, naked The arms are tattooed with flower arms, and the movement of squeezing chocolate sauce is simple!straight!yes!

A certain swallowed his saliva, took out his mobile phone and took a picture of the handsome pancake guy. Similar attracts, the other party had noticed him a long time ago, and when he saw Xiao Yu sneaking a photo, he blew a handsome kiss over him.

WeChat, Xiao Yu's circle of friends——

shaw: [I came to France again, this little guy is a little more handsome than the year before. Is there any reason~ If someone doesn’t come here again, he will be hungry and thirsty to climb the wall~╭(╯^╰)╮] The picture is to squeeze chocolate Headshot of handsome French guy blowing kisses.

The status was posted in less than 1 minute, and a certain one received more than 60 likes.

r replies: 【The fbi has almost replaced all the information related to you, the boss urges you to come back and become the president, stop wandering around outside!Swipe by the way~n]

ix replied: [100 grams of chocolate sauce contains 600 calories, shaw, are you sure you can still wear laser nets and climb outside walls?By the way~n】

Archi replied: [Boss really didn’t want to come, they forced me~t^n]

Zero replied: [ivan come and see!Teacher, he climbed the wall! n】

Rod replied: [Hahahaha!You are dead! n! ! !Brother loves to help Aite! 】

g replies: [cough... I weighed who I have a stronger relationship with, and later found out that it seems that I met n~ and r said that Aite can talk about cooperation~]

r replied: [r also told me so~n]

Sean replied: 【Help me do n? 】

Shaw: [Unified reply, you bastards with no sense of humor t^t! 】

Ivan replied to Sean: [No, I'm here. ] "Hi, your pancakes."

Xiao Yu took the pancake with three times the chocolate sauce, and was moved to tears, "How much?"

"No need to pay, please eat," the handsome French guy said, "Are you free to go clubbing at night?"

Xiao Yu ate pancakes while they were hot, and before he could speak vaguely, someone grabbed her shoulders and forcibly hugged her into his arms.

Luo Yifan handed over the 20 Euro cash for selling pancakes with a blank expression, then glanced at one of them, and frowned in distaste, "Why is your mouth full of food?" After speaking, he lifted Xiao Yu's chin, not avoiding suspicion Kissed her up, and after the kiss, she licked off the chocolate sauce on the corner of her mouth, "It's too sweet, it's a bit greasy."

"Three times the chocolate, it's free, of course it's sweet!" Xiao Yu swallowed the pancake, took back the 20 yuan as it should, and said with a smile: "Thank you~"

French handsome guy: "..."

After finishing speaking, a certain dog was happily gnawing on the free pancakes and walked away with Yi Fan's arms.

——Volume [-]: The Final Contest—End——

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