deep invasion

July 9st, 12pm.

On the 38th floor of the Hilton Hotel, hundreds of bottles of wine were opened, and the mellow aroma permeated the entire venue, with the sweet smell of linden trees in the air.

Guests in formal attire entered the venue one after another.The woman wears bright or bright makeup, shakes the crystal goblet in her hand, and while she is intoxicated with the crimson color in the glass, she does not forget to exchange a shallow smile with the man beside her.

Zheng Pei blinked at the man beside him, and walked towards the host of the reception, swaying the long skirt with diamonds at the waist.But after a few words, the other party rubbed his hands with a smile on his face.

It really complied with what Zheng Damei said before entering the arena, "Second Master Gu's face is really easy to use".

Watching the woman walk into the venue first, Han Huan followed with his head down.The suit he wears is of ordinary style, and his face is covered, but because of his good figure, wide shoulders and narrow waist, and two long legs under black trousers, he has become extremely attractive

The man cautiously followed Miss Zheng into the venue. Against the backdrop of the shining crystal diamonds under countless lights, he looked like a migrant worker who was taken care of by a rich woman just after entering the city.

Not long after signing in, Zheng Pei met an acquaintance, and just after the reception host finished his speech, he got together with that acquaintance, teasing and tasting wine with each other.

The target is standing in the southeast corner, talking happily with someone.

Han Huan rejected another woman who was so enthusiastically invited, and looked down at his watch.He sat in a corner of the venue, surrounded by almost all family members and children, and it was not the host's turn to toast.

This reception did not have a dance session. The opening show was over, and everything from the appetizers to the final desserts had been served from the kitchen. The high-acidity white wine slipped into the throat, and there was still a taste of oak in the mouth.

Suddenly there was an exclamation from the crowd.The woman in a slim-fitting evening dress watched in astonishment as a glass of red wine was poured from her head, and then her complexion darkened, and she started arguing regardless of her image.

I don't know what happened, but the one who poured the wine was the woman who tasted the wine with Zheng Pei.

The attention of the crowd is diverted.

A trace of hesitation flashed in Han Huan's eyes, and he got up and left his seat.

Receptions usually last about three hours.

Han Huan looked at his watch again, and there was still a quarter of an hour before three hours, and he was already standing in the room where the target lived on the 26th floor.

The silencer had already been installed on the gun body by him, and the bullets had been loaded before departure.

There was a ding-dong sound outside the door.It was the elevator that reached this floor, and someone stumbled out of it, and the sound of messy footsteps was getting closer and closer to the door.

Han Huan walked sideways into the bathroom next to him.The door was closed tightly, his vision was deprived of hearing but his hearing was doubled, and there was no light. In the darkness, he waited for the opportunity to kill his prey with one blow.

For some reason, the closer it was to the reception, the more uneasy he felt.In order to prevent accidents in the mission, he changed the plan that was originally executed at the reception to the current plan of waiting.

If there is no accident, he can leave the Hilton Hotel and return to the base as soon as the mission is over tonight.

The footsteps stopped at the door.

coming.

The man staggered to the door of the bathroom. He was probably drunk a lot. He just pressed the light switch casually, not noticing that what he pressed was ventilation.

The door opened a gap, and there was a whirring sound in my ears.

The man leaned halfway into his body and found that there was no light. He was cursing and trying to get out to turn on the light, but something cold was pressed against his forehead.

The accident happened in an instant.

The man was like a piece of flesh with facial features, collapsing on the ground lifeless.The bullet pierced the center of the eyebrow, leaving a small black and red deep hole.

The silent end.

Taking advantage of the weak light from the crack of the door, Han Huan wiped the blood that was accidentally splashed on his trouser legs, put away the gun, stepped over the man's body with Yu Wen, and walked to the light.

He walked out the door, and the red do-not-disturb light went on in the room behind him.He quickly took off his gloves and shoe covers and put them in his carry-on bag, as if nothing had happened just now, he got on the elevator with a blank expression.

According to the previous plan, he now needs to return to the 12th floor where he lives, return the equipment to the people sent by the Ninth Bureau, and then take advantage of the night to take the zero o'clock train and leave Shanghai.

He brushed the door open.The light in the room was on, and when the young man in plain clothes saw him coming in, he immediately identified himself and took out the equipment box.

Something is not right.

The young man was grabbed by the arm by Han Huan, struggling in confusion and fear, but it was useless.Han Huan was so powerful that the young man fell to the ground.Han Huan pulled him up again by the collar, and his knee slammed into his lower abdomen, and he fell to the ground in pain and could not speak.

Han Huan walked around the young man and walked into the small room attached.

Only a small wall lamp was turned on in the small room, and the sweet smell of linden tree was faintly wafting in the air when the door was opened.

Someone was sitting by the bed, looking at him with a smile, the orange light hit the man's tall nose, but there was no smile in those beautiful eyes.

Han Huan was stunned for a moment, then took out the gun from his clothes, patted it on the small tea table beside him, and sighed helplessly.

"Long time no see, Gu Jing."

"Two years and four months, it's true that we haven't seen each other for a long time, but Ah Huan, this is..." Gu Jing looked Han Huan up and down all over, and then said jokingly, "Did you disarm when we first met? "

silence.

This scene was very familiar to both of them.

Han Huan frowned slightly.When he was on a mission in the past, he didn't know whether it was God's will or he thought that he would meet Gu Jing from time to time when he was about to recover equipment at the end of the mission, and this habit of automatically disarming was inexplicably developed.

"Is that person yours just now?"

Gu Jing didn't seem to be annoyed by the indifference in Han Huan's tone, and replied in a low voice with a smile, "That's my driver. I'm just a non-staff who was invited to help recover the equipment."

Invited... It seems that something happened that he didn't know about.

"Where are the people from Bureau Nine?"

Gu Jing got up, and spread her hands helplessly, "It's right in front of you."

silence.

Han Huan turned to leave, but Han Huan gently put his shoulders on his shoulders.He could feel the warm body behind him slowly approaching him.

The warm breath was close at hand, and the hand on his shoulder reached his other shoulder flatly, and the shoulder sank, and it was Gu Jing's chin that touched the socket of his shoulder.

The gestures of the two are extremely intimate.

Gu Jing hugged Han Huan's waist from behind, leaned into the man's ear, looked at Han Huan's slightly red ears, and smiled softly, "The people from Bureau Nine will arrive tomorrow, the plan has changed, Why, didn't Zeng Chu inform you?"

of course not.

It seems that he was deliberately arranged here as a commodity for communication between the two parties.

Gu Jing put his hand on his shoulder all the way to the left, and bent his arm to encircle him.

Totally turned into a hug.

There was a wet touch between the neck, and Han Huan felt Gu Jing's tongue gently licking on the side of the neck, and he moved a little uncomfortable, but was hugged even tighter.

"Ah Huan, you lied to me for so long, aren't you going to give me an explanation?"

With his back to Gu Jing, Han Huan could hear a tremor in his seemingly steady tone.Before he could answer, those slender fingers flexibly undid two buttons on his shirt.

"Gu Jing, you..."

Gu Jing gently covered his mouth with one hand, and what was even more gentle was that slightly hoarse voice softly calling his name.

"Ah Hwan."

Gu Jing buried her face in the socket of his neck, the cool liquid fell on the skin and it became hot.

"I know, you won't go."