About the ex-boyfriend who came back from the dead

Michael's injury is almost recuperating, the bullet is not embedded deeply, this kind of injury is nothing more than a trivial matter to Michael.Now that the wound was no longer a delay, Michael went to the scene of a piano competition on his own initiative.

It's not a famous master competition, but the piano-loving children in this community who come to participate in the competition.The stage paved with red carpet seemed to be the first official competition venue they had ever seen in their lives.The white grand piano was placed on the left side of the stage, and the players lined up came to the stage one by one.Because it is a competition in the community, the children from each family know each other well, and they have already formed groups of threes and twos while waiting in the audience.

Michael sat on a wooden bench, wearing a white suit and tie.The enthusiastic staff sent him an audience voting form. It is useless to write this thing, and it will not affect the judges' decision. It is just a thing to pass the time for the audience.But Michael still sat upright in the auditorium, listening carefully to each child's playing.

These children can't play very well, barely enough to catch their ears, and some of them are so bad that they can't even hear the key of the original song.Michael thought about giving the score, and the full score was 87 points. Most of the scores he wrote down were concentrated between 100 and [-].He wrote too seriously, and even left comments after each player's name, so that he couldn't notice Raphael who was sitting behind him long ago.

The old friend's keen senses as a killer are not worth mentioning in front of this rough music.Raphael was a little embarrassed, coughed and patted Michael on the shoulder, and this was able to attract the attention of this top killer.

But Michael just glanced at him, said, "Wait a minute", and continued to fill out the score sheet that probably no one would read at all.

Michael didn't stop writing until the noisy, immature, and unbearable piano sound filled Raphael's head, making his ears buzz, and he was about to collapse.He picked up the score sheet, looked at it again and again, and even flicked the paper proudly, making a crisp sound.He got up and respectfully put the form into the hands of the judges, and earnestly praised each child's performance, pointing out the advantages.

He was well-dressed, well-spoken, and had a gentle smile. Everyone present regarded him as a sponsor or the parent of a certain child.Warmly exchanged hello with this gentle gentleman and even left a business card.

It was dusk and dusk until all this was over.

Only then did Michael kindly invite Raphael into his car, and handed him a cup of hot coffee in a thermos to relieve his fatigue from listening to piano music with him today.

"Drinking coffee at dusk, are you cursing that I won't be able to sleep tonight?" Raphael sneered, but still reached out to take the coffee.

In their line of work, there are too many things to worry about, and being able to fall asleep in the middle of the night is already a gift from God.After drinking such a cup of latte, I'm afraid I can only toss and turn until dawn tonight.

"I didn't mean that," Michael looked out of the car. Outside the window at dusk, weeds and wild flowers were growing wildly, and occasionally some noisy cars could pass through the wilderness. "Is there anything you can do for me?"

He knew that Raphael would not come to him to reminisce about the old days. Although they had grown up together, they were more often a tool for benefit exchange and mutual use.

"Help me save someone," Raphael replied.

In the past, Raphael would definitely provide information about the photos of the rescued objects, but this time Raphael didn't seem to take the next step.

"If you don't give me your information, how can I..."

"No information is needed," Raphael interrupted him, "You know him."

"Who?"

"Jiang Yiyu."

Michael glanced at Raphael in surprise, save him?Jiang Yiyu's company has long been dismantled by two brothers, Mu Zhilan and Mu Zhiqiu. Now, to them, Jiang Yiyu is just a pawn that is completely useless, and it makes no difference whether they save it or not.And there is a risk of being discovered by Mu Zhilan and Jiang Zhiqiu, why bother to save such a person.

"Give me a reason," Michael leaned on the back seat of the car, feeling unspeakably depressed, ready to reach out to light a cigarette, but he cherished his antique car, fearing that the seat would be covered with ashes.But after two clicks, there was really no taste in my mouth, and I searched my pockets to find a piece of peppermint gum.Reaching out to tear the gum in half, Michael gave half of it to Raphael.

Raphael, who has long been used to eating delicacies from mountains and seas, considers himself a high-class person. How can he not get used to the chewing gum offered by Michael? He shook his head and declined, and told Michael his reasons: "If we can move Jiang Rescuing Yu is equivalent to having a bargaining chip that can negotiate with Jiang Zhiqiu. We can use Jiang Yiyu to take back the Jiang Group, and all the assets under our name will be..."

Michael didn't listen to the latter words.After all, this mission is still Rafael's personal request, not related to the interests of the organization.He babbled on and on about money, interests, power.Michael threw the half of the gum into his mouth, and he interrupted him when he heard upset: "Are you for the organization, or for yourself?"

"If you have money, the organization will develop better," Raphael said somewhat angrily, "Have you and Gabriel read the accounts? Do you know how much it costs to maintain the organization? If not How can I guarantee such operation if I don’t have the funds?”

Michael sounded annoyed, and he would not calculate such an account, but since it is a task related to the organization, it is enough for him to perform it honestly: "I see, I will go back and prepare, and I will do it when I do it." inform you."

Michael blew a bubble, and the bubbles from the gum quickly deflated and stuck to his cherry-colored lips.He stepped on the accelerator and took his friend on the way home.At dusk, on the way home, the old music player in his car sang a song.

"Twinkle, Twinkle, Littlestar."

Childish nursery rhymes with the sound of piano keys playing are one of Michael's favorite pieces of music.

Raphael didn't understand that Michael, who was trained by his father as a professional killer since he was a child, his childhood was full of darkness and tameness just like his own.It stands to reason that there will be no nursery rhymes and pianos, but inexplicably, Michael has an almost crazy obsession with the piano.It's not that I have appreciation for other arts, but I love the music played by the piano like a curse.

Could it be that you dream of becoming a pianist?

Raphael glanced at Michael, with blond hair, gray eyes, slender fingers, and calloused palms.A tall figure and just the right amount of muscle can hold a tuxedo to the full.If he had learned the piano instead of killing since he was a child, I am afraid that this handsome face and charming eyes would make Michael quickly become a guest of honor in the circle of ladies and ladies.

It's just that people like them don't deserve to have the dream of art.

They have nothing and nothing to do but kill.

Michael's actions were arranged very quickly. Although Mu Zhilan added a lot of bodyguards and guards near the nursing home where Jiang Yiyu lived, for the experienced Michael, it was just a few extras. That's all.

Uriel helped him hack into the surveillance system, and Michael drove the mercenaries hired by Raphael into the lobby on the first floor with a truck.A few guards who didn't have time to run away were caught under the tires.Michael stepped out of the car with an Ak47 and a shotgun on his back.

The miscellaneous soldiers on the first floor were handed over to these mercenaries, and Michael went up directly through the stairs.When the doctors and nurses on the second floor heard the movement, they used the tables and beds as obstacles, and hid behind them, not daring to speak.Michael didn't want to kill innocent people indiscriminately, so he fired two shots randomly as a warning and ignored them.

He walked slowly along the corridor, leaning against the wall.There is a corner not long ahead, maybe someone will be ambushing there.Natural vigilance prevented Michael from going any further. He glanced behind him, and there were several nurses and doctors hiding behind the consulting desk.He turned back and grabbed a nurse's collar, and then strode forward.At the corner, he stretched out his hand and pushed the nurse out.

The bodyguard who was ambushing at the corner failed to see clearly, and in extreme nervousness, he shot at the nurse who rushed out.Just when the bodyguard was stunned by the wrongful killing, Michael shot half of his face with a shot.

All dangers were eliminated, Michael pushed open the door of the ward where Jiang Yiyu lived.

Fortunately, there was no guard in the ward, and Jiang Yiyu was the only one sitting in a wheelchair.

As expected of a man who has experienced the turmoil in the shopping malls and the fights at the stalls in Chinatown in the last century, even in the face of guns that are close at hand, he still can't change his face.Jiang Yiyu looked up at Michael, and the first thing he said was: "I remember you."

Michael was not surprised, he was very impressed with Jiang Yiyu, because every time Jiang Yiyu came to see them, he would bring a lot of candy and various snacks.This is rare for them, leaving aside the spiritual material enjoyment.

"I'm here to save you." Michael put away his gun, "I'll take care of everyone below."

After hearing this, Jiang Yiyu was relieved.Maybe the elder just loves to chatter, and he is an old acquaintance with Michael, so he talked about Michael in his memory.

"You are your doctor Wilson's most powerful helper. He always talks about you to me. He also praised your blond hair as a rare and noble bloodline."

When Jiang Yiyu talked about his father, Michael was a little relieved.After the death of their father, Raphael and Gabriel had very different attitudes, especially Raphael, who had flourished in the financial industry, wished to erase all the imprints left by his father.Few people accompanied Michael to recall the stern father. Listening to Jiang Yiyu's words, Michael rarely smiled when performing tasks.

"There is always an Asian boy standing next to you. You seem to dislike him very much. I remember that every time you took him to the corner and beat him up, and then took away his candy," Jiang Yiyu said suddenly Turning around, he talked about other things, "I still felt sorry for that Asian boy."

Michael's face turned pale and green, he walked behind Jiang Yiyu, pushed the wheelchair, and prepared to take him out of the nursing home.

"He made a mistake, so it's not worth feeling bad about," Michael replied mechanically.

This has been said countless times in his life.To my father, to Raphael, to myself.

"Indeed," Jiang Yiyu recalled when he went to the orphanage to visit those children. "I heard from your father that the boy often stole girls' skirts to wear them. I didn't expect young children to be so perverted."

When he said the word "pervert", Michael squeezed the hand holding the wheelchair, and his fingers turned white.

Jiang Yiyu didn't notice Michael's strange look and expression at all, and continued with his remarks, "What happened to this child after that?"

"He swallowed dish soap and laundry detergent and committed suicide," Michael pushed Jiang Yiyu to the elevator.

"People who commit suicide cannot enter heaven," Jiang Yiyu laughed disdainfully.

Michael also pulled out a smile in response to him, the two of them entered the elevator, and Michael pressed the floor button on the top floor.

"There is a helicopter on the top floor to pick us up," Michael explained, "I will take you directly to Raphael."

When the elevator reached the designated floor, there was a "ding".Michael pushed Jiang Yiyu out of the elevator, and the entire rooftop was empty with nothing.Looking up, the stars in the suburbs are extraordinarily bright.

When they were young, they were in the orphanage, and they had to work very hard to raise their heads to see a little bit of the starry sky.

Michael couldn't help humming the song "Little Star". In the days when he couldn't see the sun, the boy in his memory was on the window sill, drawing piano keys with dust, tapping those false keys with his only finger , singing lonely nursery rhymes.

"How long will it take for the helicopter to come back?" Jiang Yiyu glanced at the empty rooftop, and asked Michael's follow-up action arrangements irritably.

Michael didn't answer him. Under the vast starry sky, the song "Little Star" sounded more like a spell to urge him to death.

Michael pushed him forward step by step, the sound of the wheelchair rubbing against the ground echoed his melody until he reached the edge of the roof.

"What are you doing! Didn't you come to save me!" Jiang Yiyu's life was threatened, and he finally panicked, "Did Raphael ask you to ask me what I want! I can give you whatever you want ! Stop it! Stop it!"

Michael stopped, and Jiang Yiyu thought he had listened to his begging for mercy, and just breathed a sigh of relief.Unexpectedly, in the next second, Michael's palm was attached to Jiang Yiyu's back.

"What I want was destroyed by your own hands."

He reached out and pushed, and Jiang Yiyu fell from the rooftop.The screams filled the cold night, and the blood bloomed on the asphalt road.Michael was still not satisfied, and shot at Jiang Yiyu's body until he was exhausted.

And he sat on the edge of the roof and continued to sing that song.

"I'm named after an angel, how can he say you can't go to heaven."

If that's the case, wouldn't it be impossible for us to meet even after we die.