extradition officer

Jiang Jian drove back to the apartment.

Tonight, he didn't have the mood to cook, nor did he have any appetite. He bought some steamed buns at a nearby roadside stall, and when he was walking towards the apartment, he heard meowing from under his feet.

Jiang Jiankai looked down and saw a three-coloured cat squatting there and staring up at him. It was just a kitten, very beautiful, with a piece of golden hair on its right foot, shaped like an ingot.

The kitten was probably very hungry. Seeing that he noticed him, he kept barking again.

Jiang Jian pulled a piece of bun skin, tore it up and threw it on the ground, and it immediately started to eat.

Jiang Jian drove forward, the kitten stopped eating, and barked after him, as if begging to be included.

Jiang Jian ignored it, and smiled wryly, thinking that he himself is a person who has lived through today and has no tomorrow, so he can't care about others.

When he got home, he took out the pickled vegetables at home and served them with steamed buns for dinner.

The buns tasted pretty good, but they were not as good as the buns from Jiangjia Baozi Shop in terms of the toughness of the dough or the ingredients of the meat filling.

As long as Jiang Jiankai can remember, he has been making steamed buns with his father and elder brother. The sentence he remembers most is - being a human being is the same as making steamed stuffed buns. There is no room for falsehood and sloppyness. If you cut corners a little, the taste will be completely different.

The ridiculous thing is that his life is connected one lie after another in series.

Jiang Jiankai put the unfinished buns in the refrigerator and went to take a shower. A black shadow flashed in the steam, watching him silently.

Jiang Jiankai felt it, and rinsed the mirror with the nozzle, but what he saw was his own face.

With sunken eye sockets, deep dark circles, and excessive thinness, he looks like a heavy smoker.

This is natural, he has been sleeping poorly, and his condition has worsened recently, and he has to rely on sleeping pills to fall asleep, so he must not go out in the middle of the night, maybe... no, it will definitely scare the neighbors.

Jiang Jian complained to himself, hurriedly took a shower, changed into pajamas, and went to the kitchen to get a can of cold beer.

When closing the refrigerator, there was a sudden slap from behind, an inaudible soft sound, but his whole body was shaken and he froze there.

It was the sound of the shell casing falling to the ground after the bullet was fired. He had heard it countless times in the past ten years, and he would never forget it even until he died.

Jiang Jian held his breath and listened carefully, but the sound disappeared. He turned his head and looked, and the house was empty, with no strange noises or signs of outsiders breaking in.

After sweeping his gaze around, he took it back.

It's July and a half, and it's not unusual for anything to happen.

Thinking of the children grabbing offerings he saw on the way to the cemetery, Jiang Jiankai convinced himself like this.

He came to the living room with a beer can and turned on the stereo.

The curtains on the opposite side were not drawn, and through the floor-to-ceiling windows, he could see a beautiful night scene in the distance. He wanted to go to the balcony, but he had just taken two steps when he heard another slapping sound.

This time the sound was clearer, and Jiang Jiankai saw the figure reflected in the floor-to-ceiling glass windows.

It was not his figure, but another person's, standing not far behind him, a dark and slender figure.

Jiang Jiankai turned around abruptly.

Sure enough, a tall man stood behind him.

The man has regular facial features, and his eyes are as deep as ink under his sword eyebrows. He is wearing a black suit and black tie, and even his hair is unreal black.

The only incongruous thing about his whole body is the pocket watch hanging on his pocket, the watch chain is pure silver, and it glows beautifully under the lamp.

Meeting his eyes, Jiang Jiankai only felt a buzzing in his head, and the beer can slipped from his hand. He didn't realize it, fixed his eyes on the man, and blurted out——

"teach……"

The word "official" at the back was cut off halfway, and Jiang Jiankai's heart beat suddenly.

He couldn't believe the scene in front of him. This person couldn't be here because he died a long time ago. No one was more sure of this fact than himself.

Because he fired the shot that killed the instructor!

"Sugar, long time no see."

The man stretched out his hand to him and greeted him like an old friend who had been reunited for a long time. The nickname was the same, the voice was the same, and even his appearance hadn't changed. It was exactly the same as a year ago.

Jiang Jiankai's whole body was cold, and his eyes wandered greedily on the other person's face, trying to erase the terrible scene in his memory.

However, he failed, and memory entangled him like a poisonous snake, making him live in hell every day.

"You...how could..."

Looking at the person in front of him, Jiang Jiankai murmured, and then noticed the weirdness around him - as the man stretched out his hand, everything around him fell into emptiness.

The music stopped, and the falling beer cans were fixed in mid-air in a slanted shape. Jiang Jiankai instinctively glanced at the wall clock on the wall. As he expected, the second hand of the wall clock also stopped.

The phenomenon was beyond the normal state, but he calmed down instead. Looking at the man, he changed his words temporarily.

"Silence, are you here for revenge?"

"If I were to kill you, what would you do?" the other asked.

Jiang Jian's opened eyes narrowed slightly, and then the cold wind blew in, and the man stood up in an instant, punching him at the throat.

Once the Adam's apple was hit, there was absolutely no room for survival. At the critical moment, Jiang Jiankai quickly dodged aside, picked up the fruit knife on the table, and swiped it across.

If the man hadn't flashed so fast, the sharp blade would have cut his throat.

After a round, both sides did not make a difference.

There was approval in Silence's eyes.

"Very well, it seems that this year's recuperation life has not made you regress."

"You taught me these things, instructor, even if I die, I will never forget them."

"Hehe, I thought you would feel guilty for killing me and let me handle it."

"I thought I would, too."

Jiang Jian turned his back on the handle of the knife and said calmly: "It's a pity that counterattack has become an instinct, and you can't give up at any time-this is what you taught me, so you can kill me, but as long as you still have a breath, I will do my best!"

As soon as the words fell, the cold wind hit again.

This time, Mo Mo didn't make a move. Jiang Jian was attacked by a pair of weapons he couldn't see, so he didn't realize that he was attacked until he felt a sharp pain in his chest.

He bent down reluctantly, and then his shoulders and wrists were simultaneously buckled and twisted backwards.

Finally, he reacted quickly, turned back with the force of twisting, and relieved the crisis, but the dagger could not be held and fell to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the cold wind hit him again, he dodged twice, but he couldn't dodge the third time, his shoulders were grabbed by invisible palms and thrown out.

He slammed into the wall heavily, and managed to stand still, when he heard the sharp sound of a sharp weapon cutting through the air, and the dagger that fell on the ground just now bounced up automatically, stabbing hard at his neck!

He didn't dodge, leaning his back against the wall, seeing that the dagger was about to pierce his throat, but stopped at the last moment.

The tip of the knife stopped about a few centimeters away from the neck, trembling, but it was no longer approaching.

The figure flickered, Shen Mo stood in front of him, the dagger lost control and fell to the ground, Shen Mo stared at him, and asked coldly, "Why didn't you fight back?"

Jiang Jian gasped for breath, "I tried my best."

"No, you didn't. With your strength, you can last another 3 minutes!"

The voice was cold, very similar to that person in the past, but he felt that something was not quite the same, Jiang Jian smiled wryly and said, "Does that make sense?"

"If it's a mission, if you last a few more seconds, the ending may be completely different."

"But I've already retired. For me now, it doesn't make any difference whether my life is longer or shorter."