probably not possible

Mao Taijiu sat down in the underground passage to rest again.

A little tired, he leaned against the wall, closed his eyes, and raised his face slightly.

It seemed that someone walked by, and the footsteps made the photosensitive lamp on the top of the passage brighten, and a beam of light shot straight down from above, just covering Mao Taijiu's body.

The light illuminated the outline of his face very clearly, making his face look very thin, with strong and aloof lines, and the long eyelashes cast shadows on his face, which wonderfully reserved a point for this cold face Childlike innocence.

Mao Taijiu opened his eyes.He looked at the lights falling from top to bottom, it was really like a stage, a lonely spotlight shone on him, but it was a pity that he was not all attention, even if he was a god, he was just a lonely god.

Mao Taijiu smiled habitually. God is of course lonely, and he is fundamentally different from ordinary people.

The footsteps of lighting up the photosensitive lamp were getting closer, and a strange girl in a black coat passed in front of him, put down a cup of hot coffee, and said to him: "It's so pitiful, you are a lunatic!"

The word "lunatic" pierced Mao Taijiu's ears.

Stupid mortals, what do you know?They are just some poor lambs, toyed with by fate.

Mao Taijiu was a little angry, his eyes widened, he tilted his head, and turned his neck slightly.

He doesn't like killing women because they are too weak, but this woman provokes him.

Mao Taijiu's hand groped the ground looking for... a kettlebell, a hammer, a knife, whatever, but he couldn't find it.

A sandwich was thrown in the face, it was a little fat man, followed by milk tea, coffee, bread, all the people who gave him food in the underground passage suddenly appeared in front of him for some reason, and smashed him with the food in their hands.

"Madman! Murderer! Demon!"

"He doesn't deserve our kindness!"

Mao Taijiu was so embarrassed that he covered his face with his arms and shouted, "I didn't ask for it, you gave it yourself."

He is not surprised by the inexplicable kindness of those ants.

The strangers around him suddenly disappeared, and Mao Taijiu saw an acquaintance.

Quan Zhenghuan walked over with a smile and holding a scalpel: "You still say you are not a homeless man? You ate what they gave you, and you are exactly the same as those people."

Mao Taijiu tried his best to deny: "I am not, no, I am different from them."

Kwon Jung-hwan's complexion changed: "Dug out the heart and see if it's the same." His two assistants, Jeon Joong-ki and Lee Joo-hyuk, rushed forward and held Mao Tae-joo, Kwon Jung-hwan held the cold scalpel It inserted into Mao Taijiu's chest, cut open the flesh, reached in and pulled out the heart.

The red heart on the bloody hands was beating "ploppppp", Quan Zhenghuan said with a smile: "It's the same, there is no difference, your heart is the same as theirs."

"Ah..." Mao Taijiu yelled, and finally woke up from his dream dripping with cold sweat.

His vocal cords have not fully recovered, and his cry is hoarse and unpleasant.

Mao Taijiu covered his throat, got up from the bed, found an anti-inflammatory medicine in the medicine box in the living room, poured a glass of water and swallowed the medicine.

After taking medicine and drinking water, Mao Taijiu felt better. He leaned back on the sofa in the living room and rubbed his face tiredly.

It was his second night in the house, and he had another nightmare.

On the first night in this house, Mao Taijiu thought he could have a long-lost sleep, but woke up in the middle of the night.

He dreamed that he was thrown back into the sea by Nam Jaemin and the others. Those people said they regretted saving him. Mao Taijiu climbed back on the boat and was thrown down by them again, climbing and throwing him again and again, until he was in the desperate feeling of being submerged in the sea. wake up.

As if obsessed with that feeling, Mao Taijiu couldn't fall asleep again in the second half of the night.

He thought he was not afraid of death, but Mao Taijiu found out at this moment that he was still afraid.

But what happened to dreaming about that disgusting guy Quan Zhenghuan?

Mao Taijiu pulled open the neckline of his pajamas irritably. Sooner or later, he was going to smash that annoying skull into pieces.

The computer prompt sounded, and Mao Taijiu hurriedly got up and entered the study.

He received a message that the smuggling boat over there in Busan was willing to take his business.

There are two largest port cities in the country in the south of Korea, one is Seungyun and the other is Busan, both of which have sea routes to Japan.

Before Mao Taijiu bought information on the Internet, he learned that all the smuggling ships departing from Chengyun had been controlled by Chairman Zhao's forces, so he immediately decided to divert to Busan.

Gangsters have their own sphere of influence, and President Zhao's influence cannot reach Busan.

It's just that Mao Taijiu is not familiar with the situation in Busan, spent a lot of money to collect information there, and is sure that he will not be blacked out, so he dared to contact the Busan underworld.

On the other side, at the Interpol Central Bureau in Seoul, in the office of Chief Kim Young-joo.

"Do you know what's wrong?"

Jin Yingzhu scolded with a stern face, and Jin Nana bowed her head while being scolded with her hands behind her back, and said incongruously, "I see, I shouldn't act without authorization."

It has been three days since I returned to Seoul, and Jin Yingzhu, a busy man, finally has time to reprimand his subordinates. Jin Nana thought he had forgotten about it.

"You don't know how to protect yourself. Punishment is important, but the premise is to protect yourself first. Otherwise, what can you use to compete with criminals?"

Jin Nana lowered her head and said nothing, of course she understood the truth, she had no choice but to rush in that day, the donor had already fought with him, wouldn't that person suffer if she didn't go in again?

After Jin Yingzhu finished a long lecture, he picked up the cup and took a sip of water. Seeing Jin Nana's attitude of being taught with humility, but determined not to change, he became angry and knocked on the table.

"You have been in Lyon for two years, what have you learned?"

The mind-wandering Jin Nana subconsciously replied: "Rock climbing, diving, wild survival, gun shooting, anti-terrorism..."

"Stop!" Jin Yingzhu stroked his forehead: "Did you train yourself as a special soldier?"

Jin Nana smiled and explained: "The training items are optional, and there are many civilian items, but you know, sir, that I don't know what to learn. Sports and boxing are my specialties."

Jin Yingzhu looked helplessly at the smiling girl in front of her. Her parents had passed away. If she made another mistake... His conscience really couldn't bear it, and now he really regretted leading her to the road of being a police officer.

"I will take you in this joint anti-smuggling operation between Japan and South Korea, but if you act impulsively again, after you come back..." Jin Yingzhu looked at Jin Nana and said seriously, "I will transfer you to A clerical pension position requires you to sit in the office and copy materials every day."

"Ah? Take me there?" Jin Nana was pleasantly surprised at first, and then wailed, "No, sir, my bones will rust if I sit in the office."

Jin Yingzhu laughed angrily at her, and pointed at Jin Nana: "You haven't set off yet, so you..."

"Ah, that's right." Jin Nana cheered up. She hadn't made a mistake yet, so she stood at attention and saluted with a "snap", "I promise to obey the commander's order, and I promise to obey the commander's command."

"Go, let's go." Jin Yingzhu waved his hand, "Get ready with Shin Eun-ah, and leave for Busan in the afternoon."

Jin Nana saluted again: "Yes, Sir!" With a smile all over her face, she turned around and hopped away like an antelope.

On the way to Busan in the afternoon, Jin Nana, who was sitting in the back seat of the police car, took out a piece of paper and showed it to Shen Enya.

Shen Enya smiled: "You haven't given up yet?"

"How can you give up? He is a living person. You said that if I pass this portrait to the Chengyun Port Police Station, what are the chances of finding him?"

Shen Enya shook off the A4 paper in her hand, her eyes widened: "...what... what? Is this the portrait of the donor? Did Choi Jonghyun of the Criminal Investigation Department draw it for you? Or did you tear it up from some comic book? down?"

On the paper, there is a young man with nine heads and body proportions, wearing a black jacket, black trousers and black sneakers, with wide shoulders, thin waist, hips and long legs. The proportions of this figure are quite comic style.The face was also very unrealistic, with thick black hair slightly long, half covering the forehead, half flying handsomely, the man had beautiful peach blossom eyes, wore a mask, and had a slightly narrow chin.

Jin Nana was helpless: "Choi Jonghyun painted it like this on purpose, but the proportions of his figure are probably accurate. His eyes are too exaggerated. The actual eyes of that person..."

Jin Nana paused, how would you describe it?In fact, that person's eyes are more beautiful. They are not the exaggerated big eyes of manga, but they are bright and energetic, full of longing and anticipation. That kind of feeling cannot be drawn.

"Hahaha." Shen Enya took the portrait into Jin Nana's hands, "I don't think you should pass it on. If you pass it on, I'm afraid you will completely offend the Chengyun Port Police Department. They will think you are joking."

"Although it's not 100% accurate, the similarity between the portrait and the person is really high." Jin Nana hugged Shen Enya's arm and shook, "It's okay if you don't pass it on to Team Leader Park, don't you have a good relationship with Police Officer Zhang? Let him pay attention." Police officer Zhang from the Chengyun Port Police Station drove them back to Seoul last time, and had a good talk with Shen Enya on the way, and they have been in touch since then.

"Okay, okay." Shen Enya agreed, "I will scan and send it to you when I arrive in Busan. No wonder you have been thinking about it. If someone looks like this, he must be a handsome guy. I hope you find this guy soon Handsome guy, let me also open my eyes and learn more."

"Can you confirm that he is a handsome guy just by looking at his eyes?" Jin Nana smiled and tapped Shen Enya, "What if he has protruding lips and buck teeth?"

Shen Enya imagined it for a while, and punched Jin Nana's arm, "Hey Yigu, you are so bad, you ruined my beautiful imagination of handsome guys."

Jin Nana smiled, Weihe sighed and said softly: "Human, handsome or not is not important, living is important."

At this time, the police car had already got off the highway, drove into the area of ​​Busan City, and went straight to the port.

An hour later, the anti-smuggling fleet and the speedboat fleet jointly formed by the Busan Police Agency and the Seoul Interpol Central Bureau drove towards the high sea.

At the same time, Mao Taijiu also boarded a smuggling boat departing from Busan.

Before leaving the residence, Mao Taijiu put on old makeup. He painted his face black, glued on a false beard, dyed his sideburns and forehead hair gray, and put on glasses.Although the makeup he put on by himself is not satisfactory, if you don't look closely, you can fool it. In the end, you put on a hat, scarf and mask, coupled with a hoarse voice, like a middle-aged patient.

Then he called a car through a website where he bought news.

The driver who came to pick him up in the middle of the night didn't ask any questions. After collecting half of the fare he had paid in advance, he drove towards Chengfu Expressway.

Mao Taijiu kept holding the gun in his down coat pocket.

When the vehicle drove out of Chengyun City, Mao Taijiu was in a very nervous mood. He always felt that the police or President Zhao's people would rush in front of the car in the next moment. Fortunately, the scene he imagined never happened, and he left smoothly. Chengyun City, six hours later, the car arrived in Busan.

Mao Taijiu waited for a while, and finally boarded the smuggling boat at a wharf in Busan in the afternoon.

More than an hour after the ship sailed out, the owner released Mao Taijiu from the cargo hold and asked him to rest in the cabin.

Mao Taijiu gave more money, so the service he got was better.

Already out of the sea, Mao Taijiu's tolerance for the cosmetics that had been applied to his face all day was getting lower and lower. He went to the bathroom to wash off the foundation and black powder on his face, and then found that the false beard that he took off was soaked. I couldn't stick it back because of the reason, so I simply threw the thing into the trash can, anyway, I won't need it when I arrive in Japan.

Mao Taijiu wiped off the drops of water on his face, put on his glasses, covered his scarf, hat and mask, and looked in the mirror. Except for a slight change in skin color, there was not much difference from before washing his face.

The smuggling boat entered the open sea at a quarter past four in the afternoon.

When I left Busan, it was still sunny and blue, but by this time, everything from the sky to the sea had turned into a gloomy gray color.

The wind is also a bit strong, and the moving ship is swaying under the action of the waves, and the swing will make people who are not often at sea dizzy.

Mao Taijiu's mood became tense again. In this terrible weather, there won't be a big storm, right?

Suddenly a small sailor ran up to him and said, "Guests, please sit inside and hold on to the handle, we are going to speed up."

"What's going on?" Mao Taijiu felt very bad, and sure enough, the seaman's next words made him feel cold all over.

"It's unlucky. In this weather, there are still anti-smuggling ships chasing after us. The captain wants to speed up and get rid of them."