"...Hey, by the way, I don't know which country you are from?"
"Killers don't ask where they come from."
"Oh, I understand, we need to keep it a secret. Anyway, you are definitely not from South Korea..."
…
The melody of the notes lingers in my ears, scattered in this cool summer night, and it also triggers some memories. In the impression, there is a vague conversation that slowly emerges in my mind. It was a winter night in South Korea.
So, in the past six months, you have traveled to many cities and learned many languages, just to let me hear this song that you have mastered...I am just a killer...
"Brother?" The little girl sitting side by side in the back seat turned to look with surprise.
The brother and sister are no longer in the stadium, but in the taxi going back. The concert is not over, they left the venue early, of course it was Tang Chao's suggestion. Chu Fengya seconded that it doesn't matter if Tang Bean comes to watch.
This concert was originally for Chu Fengya. She didn’t care about anything else. But from the moment she left the stadium and got in the car, the little girl sensed something from her somewhat silent brother. She was confused halfway through and finally couldn’t help but ask.
came out.
"It's okay, I just remembered something." Tang Chao raised his hand and touched the little girl's hair, and pondered for a moment, "How about you guys go have a midnight snack later? I may have to leave for a while." It was Chu Fengya who was eating the midnight snack.
This was the reason why she left early. It was not advisable to eat too much before going on stage, as it would affect the performance. She had been hungry all night.
The little girl nodded sensibly and didn't ask any more questions: "Okay, then I'll pack it for you."
"Uh-huh."
Turning back, the little girl looked out the window at the street, checked it carefully, and said to the driver in front of her: "Master, are you on the wrong road? This is the road to the beltway."
Tang Chao heard this and looked out the window. He had been in a daze since he got in the car. Although he kept staring outside, he actually didn't notice the driving route and the road buildings outside the window. Now that he took a closer look, he suddenly understood and understood.
What.
"That's right, the road on Qiming Street is under construction, so you can only go this way."
"It was repaired last week and you can leave." The little girl argued.
"That's it... I'm sorry, I really haven't heard of it. I'll turn in at the intersection ahead."
Looking at the driver who seemed to be honest and sincere when he realized his mistake, Tang Chao shook his head and gave a thumbs up to the little girl. The latter hummed twice and raised her chin proudly.
It's hard to say whether the taxi driver really didn't know the road conditions, or he deliberately took a detour to earn more fares. It didn't matter if he changed it now. The brother and sister didn't care about it anymore. After a small incident, everything went smoothly and they arrived in Jiangyue.
Outside the main entrance of the mansion.
After paying the fare, the brother and sister got off the car and did not enter the community. They stood outside chatting. Not long after, they saw Chu Fengya's nanny car approaching. They picked it up smoothly and Tang Chao handed the little girl over to him.
In his hand, he waved his hand and left.
A few minutes later, the tall figure belonging to Song Qingming appeared near Jiangyue Mansion. He glanced left and right, looking for the taxi he came back from. The latter probably did not leave immediately because when Tang Chao got out of the car, he noticed that the driver took out his taxi.
He took out the shriveled cigarette case. He was addicted to cigarettes and he didn’t have any cigarettes on hand. He would probably buy them nearby... With simple reasoning, he successfully saw the taxi on the corner of the street a hundred meters away.
However, as soon as he stepped over, he saw a figure wearing a sunhat approaching the taxi. He leaned against the window and gestured twice, opened the passenger door, got in, and quickly drove away.
This is the so-called fate. Tang Chao kept walking and walked towards the street corner. There were very few taxis near Jiangyue Mansion, so it was basically impossible to get one. If you wanted to pick up the "zombie car", the distance was a bit far, so you could only
Go further afield and try your luck on the street corner.
With good luck, Tang Chao saw an empty taxi as soon as he walked over. He stopped it with his hand, took a look at the configuration inside the car, and opened the rear door: "Indoor Stadium, thank you."
Taxis have begun to be widely installed with GPS, surveillance cameras, recording and other devices. Fortunately, in the past two years, the regulations are not very strict. In the future, it will basically be standard equipment. By then, people with special status such as Tang Chao will
You can't just hitchhike on the roadside.
As the old saying goes, the times are developing, and the profession of killer is becoming more and more difficult.
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>……
"Something is wrong..."
Next to the road, in a business car, a young white-collar worker was typing away at a laptop in his hand. Next to him, several elite assassins from Kitosaki were vigilantly observing the surrounding road. The atmosphere was somewhat depressing.
In fact, they came over a quarter of an hour ago, but they did not join in the excitement of the concert as mentioned before. Instead, they stopped early on the outskirts across the street, smelling a strange atmosphere in the air.
The window images that keep popping up on the computer screen are the surveillance of surrounding intersections, including the surveillance of the square not far away, and almost all aspects of the stadium are included. The flow of cars and people, including some spectators who left the square in advance, is not very large.
After all, the concert is not over yet, and those who come out now do not want to experience the crowded scene. Generally speaking, the content of the picture is normal, but it is different in the eyes of these professionals in the car...
"Someone is setting up controls. It seems we are late."
"The Rise of Kyushu? How could they react so quickly?"
"Not sure."
"Have you notified Master Musashi?"
"Just informed, the reply is on its way."
"How long until the concert ends?"
"Wait a minute." The young white-collar worker pressed the earphone. This was to contact his companions who had sneaked into the gym. Although he had noticed something abnormal, it was obviously not the style of these people to be timid. Necessary investigation was still necessary.
, they also have the confidence to sneak in quietly, even after control has been deployed.
After a while, the reply came, "There are about ten minutes left until the end. According to our previous guess, the target should be disguised as a member of the performance troupe. She would normally leave the stadium behind the audience. But she is aware of the danger now. Will she?
Disguising himself as an ordinary spectator and escaping cannot be confirmed..."
"Don't worry, I have dealt with these members of the Chinese organization and am familiar with their way of doing things. They will not involve ordinary people in dangerous situations, not to mention that this is still in their homeland."
"That makes sense, what should we do now?"
"Just wait and see what happens. When the show is over, Master Musashi will definitely have arrived by then... If not, let's rush in!"
…
"Something is wrong..."
The same doubts were in the command vehicle of Jiuzhou Rise. Looking at the intelligence information sent back, Zong Qing frowned and looked confused. Gao Changfeng on the side moved his mouth when he heard this. After all, he didn't
He said it out loud because he also noticed something unusual.
"Why do you feel like you've stepped into an encirclement...are we late?"
In fact, they arrived earlier than the Kitouji assassin who was a block away. As for why they realized something was wrong now, it was not a matter of level, but because what was in front of them was a control, which was placed before the Kitouji assassin who arrived last.
What is in front of us are two lines of control. One was laid by the South Korean killer long ago, and the other is currently being laid by Kyushu Rising. The latter is undoubtedly easier to detect.
"How is that possible!" Gao Changfeng also frowned, "There's no reason. Even if Beitengsi has some channels, the most they can do is get the news with us and come together. Where will there be time to set up a trap in advance?"
This is indeed the truth, but Zong Qing spread his hands and said, "What do you think of this situation now?"
Gao Changfeng was speechless.
At this moment, a hurried report came to my ears, "Team Zong, a body was found in the utility room on the east side of the gymnasium."
"Huh?" Zong Qing and the other two couldn't help but change their expressions upon hearing this, "Can you determine the identity of the deceased?"
"Under examination, male, about thirty-five to forty years old, there are signs of struggle on the clothes, finger bones are smashed, arm bones are twisted, ribs... twelve pairs of ribs are basically all broken, so cruel..." mixed with the gaps between teeth
Sissi gasped unconsciously, "...I must have been forced to confess! There was a knife and a fighting dagger hidden in the sleeve of his left hand. It was very professional. He didn't have an identity document. He might have been searched. He was definitely not an ordinary person.
…”
Hearing this, Zong Qing and Gao Changfeng breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. It would be fine if they were not ordinary people. If they were ordinary people, the situation would really be out of control.
"Take a photo of your face and send it back for identification." Release the call button and Zong Qing looks at it.
Looking at Gao Changfeng, "Whether you believe it or not, I believe it anyway. There should be someone else sneaking in..."