deep invasion

new york, seven o'clock at night

312 Bridge Street, top floor.

Han Huan walked up to the top floor with a long and narrow brown piano case. His steps were steady, but the soles of his feet landed on the gray-white marble floor without making any sound.He walked to the edge of the floor and put down the box.Before opening the piano case, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and pressed the first number in the address book with a calm expression.

The call was quickly connected.

"Hello, I'm Gu Jing." The voice from the other end made Han Huan's eyes dim slightly.They were silent for a while, and Han Huan could almost hear the faint sound of electricity coming from the other side of the ocean.

"... Ah Huan?"

Finally, the person on the other side spoke first. The male voice was unusually deep, with a slight nasal sound, as if he had just woken up.

"Where are you?"

Before the next question came, Han Huan hung up the phone.The evening wind blew his hair, and a strand fell in front of his eyes.He pinned his hair behind his ears, lowered his head and took apart the phone with a black screen in his hand. After a few seconds, he took the phone apart, took out a small part from it, and threw it out.

5 minutes until the scheduled time.

Han Huan knelt on one knee next to the piano case, and took out an American-made M24 from the case. The black sniper rifle seemed very light in his hand, and the movements of the hands that assembled other accessories were so smooth.

Half a minute later, he took out a bullet, loaded it into the magazine, and shot it into the assembled gun body.Maintaining the posture just now, he picked up the gun and slowly moved the sight of the scope down to a very famous road section in Brooklyn.

During this time period, the traffic jam was serious, and the flow of people was still crowded. Pedestrians kept shuttling through the row upon row of high-rise buildings.

He adjusted the magnification of the scope to the maximum, and his eyes wandered along a building, and finally stopped on the terrace on the ninth floor of this building. Two white-haired men sat facing each other, and the hands of the uniformed waiter It's sitting on an ice bucket.

No one noticed Han Huan and his gun in the distance.

His breathing slowed and he seemed to blend in with the New York night.The lights of the city dyed the dark sky dark red. Just a moment ago, the last flock of late-returning pigeons flew over his head, and their fluttering white feathers disappeared far away on the other side of the sky.

The wait time is not very long.

He seemed to be able to hear what the two men were saying.No, it should be arguing about something.One person stood up, and because of his excessive movement, he knocked over the glass of red wine that had just arrived, and flowers suddenly bloomed on the white tablecloth.

The person on the top floor held his breath, his fingers slightly bent, and he was waiting for the other person to get up.

The accident happened in an instant.

The high-speed rotation shattered the entire bottle of red wine, and the glass was blown apart by the impact.A bullet carried huge kinetic energy and hit from another direction, and the two men beside the table were splashed with scarlet.

When the manager hurried out, Han Huan was ready to go downstairs.He unloaded the gun and put it into the piano case, and the long hair on both sides hung down, covering his expression.

He didn't fire the shot that threw the restaurant into a panic.

When Han Huan walked downstairs, his phone vibrated in his trouser pocket. It was a text message.

2013年2月5日星期59点45分

From He Chong,

it has started.

Changing trains non-stop, a full four-hour drive, the place where Han Huan got off was extremely remote.

Han Huan took out the piano case from the trunk of the taxi.He was slender but not thin.A muscular forearm peeked out from the rolled-up shirt sleeves.

After walking for about a kilometer or two, he suddenly stopped, stared fixedly at the empty place behind him, and said calmly, "Come out."

As soon as he finished speaking, a person got out of the car that had collected dust on the corner of the street.With a typical Asian man's face, with an embarrassed smile, he lowered his head and said, "Brother Huan, the plan has changed, and the superior asked me to pick you up."

Han Huan stared at the hand extended by the person in front of him, and after a few seconds passed the piano box in his hand to the man's hand, watching the man leading the way carefully carrying the box, followed silently.

A few steps away from the car, the body of the person in front swayed, and a red patch suddenly appeared on the top of the right chest, and then fell forward following the inertia.

Han Huan supported him from the front, leaning his back against the car door, holding the gun in one hand, and grabbing the man's collar with the other, dripping warm blood onto his coat.

The man's expression became very ferocious, whether it was from pain or panic.

In the next second, his expression became even more distorted, his wrist was broken, and Han Huan had already stepped on the button of the lining, making a sizzling sound.

The man was twitching in pain, and there was a gurgling sound in his throat, like a broken bellows, "You really... know... it's all wrong... it's all wrong..."

"Know what? Knowing that this action will cause accidents? Or will I go and never return?" Han Huan dragged the man to the side for two steps, and whispered, "At least I don't know, you will come."

A teammate who could be entrusted with life and death... A trace of complicated emotions flashed in his eyes.

The man's convulsions got worse.

Han Huan looked in the direction the man in extreme pain was pointing with difficulty, lowered his eyes, and silently made a mouth gesture.

--thanks.

The sound of bullets piercing the airflow was barely audible.

Han Huan had no time to take the man away because of the premonition of danger he had developed in frontline activities for a long time, so he could only dodge into the shadow of a nearby building alone.The place where he stood a moment ago was dusty, and the car behind him was already riddled with holes.

The dead man exploded like a huge bag of blood, and the strong smell of blood spread in the night.

Every minute is a life-and-death struggle.

Blocking the knife from behind with his backhand, Han Huan held the handle of the knife, the blade pierced the chest of the person behind him, and the blood-dripping tip of the knife was exposed on the back.

Han Huan didn't have time to step back with the next cut, and the blood from the man's ruptured abdominal cavity splattered half of his body.

The many-to-one hunt is over.

Han Huan put down the knife wearily, and stepped on the soft ground with his leather boots, stained a light dark red by the spilled blood.He was seriously injured, his shoulder was pierced, and blood flowed down his entire arm.

He lost a lot of blood, and the hand holding the knife kept shaking. There was almost no clean place on his body, and there were blood stains everywhere.

What a mess.

Leaning against the wall, Han Huan took out the phone with difficulty from his pocket. The hundreds of missed calls in the call records all showed that they came from the person named Gu Jing.

He hesitated for a moment, then made another call.

It was connected within three seconds, and the magnetic male voice was full of joy, "How are things going, Comrade Han Huan?"

"There was an accident, but it has been resolved. Send a car to a location about five kilometers west of the expected location, within 5 minutes." He paused, and continued, "Just prepare to collect the body for me."

After hanging up the phone, Han Huan lowered his arms, and his eyes were gray, like fog.

White petals fluttered in his hair.

Is it hallucination?Someone walked up to him.

Han Huan raised his head, and the man possessed him and kissed him. It was cold, with the fragrance of sandalwood, and the soft touch was as unreal as if he was stepping on a cloud with his bare feet.

"Ah Huan," the man called.

Han Huan didn't know if he responded, he couldn't hear his own voice clearly, and he didn't know whether the overseas call was connected, but he just got as close to the phone as possible, biting every word more clearly, "...goodbye .”

His hand slipped down slowly, and the whistling wind in his ears seemed to be the howling of evil spirits from hell.