We met on a narrow road, separated by half a flight of stairs. Just when the atmosphere here suddenly became stagnant and solemn, "Diego!" An old hand came out from behind Diego's shoulder, holding down the gun but not completely pressing it down. He took half a step forward, and the old man looked calm.
He looked at the hook-nosed man and shook his head.
"Long time no see, Ronald. No offense, but your temper hasn't changed at all, you're still so bad."
"Ha, maybe it's because I met an old friend, I'm a little excited. Well, I'm sorry, understand." The hook-nosed middle-aged man named Ronald shook his shoulders after hearing this, and lifted the piano case slightly.
He also changed his angle subtly, looked away, and turned his head to look at Diego, who was unconvinced. He grinned, revealing a pair of strong white teeth, and said with a pointed smile, "You know, boy, you are very lucky to have such a person."
Good teacher.”
"No need for you to say..."
"Shut up, Diego, put the gun away." Withdrawing the palm on the barrel of the gun, the old man simply ended the confrontational atmosphere here. He looked past Ronald and frowned slightly, "What's going on up there?"
To be honest, although they all live in the same circle, it is still uncommon for killers to meet, let alone sit down and communicate calmly. However, the current situation is a bit special. The old man seems to be familiar with the hook-nosed man.
Then there will be no problem if we simply exchange information with each other.
"It's just what you think, Snow Wolf, this first-class assassination team that is mixed in the European and American underground world... Oh, remember you have dealt with them before, right? Not to mention the unnecessary, there are twelve members, there are
One by one, they are lying on it."
Having said this, Ronald couldn't help but take a breath, his expression was somewhat unbelievable, and at the same time a little weird and excited, very complicated. As he spoke, he moved sideways to get out of the way, "Actually, I've just arrived, what do you think, do you want to go up and take a look?
?It’s wonderful!”
"That's it..." The old man was obviously mentally prepared, but he still couldn't help being slightly stunned. After he came to his senses, he slowly nodded, "Okay."
Ronald chuckled when he heard this, and then his eyes passed over Diego, and he suddenly raised his eyebrows, "It seems that you really brought someone new this time? Well, it's good for the young man to gain experience, so as not to die in the future."
I know. Hey, no need to glare at me, that’s right, kid, I’m talking about you..."
"Ronald!" The old man interrupted with a frown.
"Ha, let's not talk anymore...there's nothing to say, so that's it, goodbye."
The hook-nosed middle-aged man grinned, picked up the piano case, passed by the two of them, and walked straight down the stairs. When he was about to disappear, "Wait a minute." The old man hesitated for a moment, but still looked at Rona who turned around and looked back.
De, "You will continue with this mission, right?"
"Of course! Why not?" Ronald naturally spread his hands, "You know, I never give up on my own initiative."
"But you can't kill him."
"Oh, really?" Ronald raised his eyebrows, noncommittal.
"You have seen the scene. I don't believe you know anything about that Asian's strength." The old man shook his head calmly and continued, "He is very strong. If nothing else, he is stronger than you and me. Moreover, the person who appeared in this mission
There is also something strange. The employer is not an ordinary person and may be hiding something..."
"That's interesting, isn't it?" Before the old man could finish speaking, Ronald interrupted with a wave of his hand, and the corners of his mouth raised in a confident arc, "I have always felt that our industry is not just about setting up a long-range sniper rifle and pulling the trigger.
, I’m also tired of the fact that my mission targets are always only financial speculators, gang leaders, drug lords, etc., which is why I gave up my leisure time on the sun and beach and showed up here. Speaking of which..."
After a pause, Ronald looked at the old man and spread his hands with a smile, "You know, I don't mean anything else. In fact, well, I'm very grateful for your suggestions and reminders, really, although I don't need them. But...
Goshawk, it’s really time for you to retire, now you have no intention of being a killer!”
After saying that, facing the old man's blank gaze, Ronald nodded slightly to apologize, turned around and left. Not long after, the roar of the engine reached his ears. The sound should be that of an off-road vehicle, and it quickly disappeared.
"Fake! I should have shot him just now!" In the corridor, Diego reluctantly inserted his pistol back, looking angry.
"Okay, Diego, it's nothing."
"But he offended you, and... Dad, aren't you angry at all?"
"Why are you angry?" The old man turned his head inexplicably, "He is telling the truth."
"Well……"
"Let's go, hurry up and take a look, the police are coming..."
The two of them moved very quickly, and there was really nothing to see. It was just a mess and corpses, not to mention people they knew, so the impression would not be very good. Wait until the traces are cleaned up and drive away from Laojiao.
When we arrived at the power station, we just happened to pass by a police car that was speeding towards us with the sirens blaring, and we turned back onto the road again.
The next step was to continue driving. There was nothing to say, especially when the old man deliberately suppressed the speed of the car.
It continued like this until noon, when snowflakes began to fall outside the car window. This was obviously inconsistent with the climate warning on the car radio - a severe snowstorm would only occur in the next two days. However, the two of them did not pay attention to it and just regarded it as this.
In the early stage of preparation, the snow was indeed not heavy, at least not enough to affect the traffic conditions. Each one was like catkins, decorating the world carelessly.
Maybe because of bad luck, or simply not noticing, the car only stopped once, at a suburban gas station. Oh, they found a man dressed as a staff member in the gas station toilet, but his head was pressed into the toilet.
colleagues...
Well, there's nothing to say about it. Anyway, the two of them didn't react much when they saw it. They were not numb. A more accurate term might be habit. In addition, they might be a little relieved - this at least proved that their route had not gone astray.
I drove along the road like this for more than an hour. Finally, the car drove into a large town and slowly stopped at an intersection. Diego opened the door and walked out, stepping on the sparse snowflakes and ran to the convenience store not far away.
I want to solve the lunch problem on the way.
The old man sitting in the car glanced outside for a few times, and was about to raise the window and continue to close his eyes. At a certain moment, the black warm down jacket suddenly shook, and the slowly rising window glass suddenly stopped, and he was stunned.
He opened his eyes, glanced at the front rearview mirror to confirm the nature, paused, and slowly turned his head.
Looking through the rear window, there is a rather eye-catching Grand Cherokee parked on the roadside about seven or eight feet away. It has a dark and huge body, a high chassis and a non-load-bearing body design that reinforces stability. It has a practical and domineering appearance.
All of them demonstrate its outstanding off-road performance.
Of course, the old man's focus was obviously not on these. He blinked and subconsciously turned his head left and right. Although there was light snow in the sky, the intersection did not look deserted. This was originally a residential area, and on the other side of the road was the back door of a large warehouse building.
, coming in and out, people coming and going. His eyes wandered, and with almost no effort, he quickly locked onto a figure on the other side of the road.
It was a man with a well-proportioned and tall figure. He must have just come out of the back door of the warehouse. He walked slowly towards the intersection, and finally stood in front of the zebra crossing, waiting for the traffic light. In his right hand, he held a cheap umbrella that must have been given as a gift.
It also has the logo of the shopping mall printed on it... These are not important, the most important thing is that he is carrying a very familiar piano case in his left hand.
Almost as soon as his eyes fell, the other person under the edge of the umbrella seemed to be aware of it and looked sideways. Across the road, his eyes converged - the old man's breath was slightly suffocated, just like a small animal in the jungle being stared at by a large carnivorous beast, like a conditioned reflex.
, the body sitting hidden behind the car window suddenly became tense!
Mistake...
The next moment, a trace of regret flashed through the expressionless old man's heart. He shouldn't have been exposed, at least he shouldn't have been so casual. The killer is vigilant by nature and has an almost prophetic ability to perceive danger. It is rumored that top experts in the industry can even see through it.
Detect the high-magnification lens locked thousands of meters away!
Of course, the current situation is a little different. It was a chance encounter on the street. It can be said that if he hadn't taken the initiative to look over, the other party would not have discovered him so easily. It was only because he was concerned about the safety of his old friend that he made this low-level mistake. Of course
Having said that, it's a bit too exaggerated to be instantly locked in place just by looking at it twice...
It sounds complicated, but in fact, all these thoughts only passed through the old man's mind and were forgotten in the blink of an eye. The mistake had been made, and no matter how much regret he had, it was in vain. After looking at each other for a long time, the old man suddenly took a deep breath.
He raised his hand and touched the handle of the car. At this moment,
Phew - cold wind poured in, the driver's door opened, and a figure entered the car carrying a few snowflakes. It was Diego who had left and returned, holding a bacon sandwich in his mouth and throwing a paper bag on the passenger seat.
Said vaguely,
"I didn't find bran bread, only rye bread. I asked the clerk specifically. The sugar content is not high. Dad, you can try it, just for a change. In addition, I ordered you a cup of black tea, um
, French classic black tea... Dad? What are you looking at..."
"Nothing." The old man turned his head and said, interrupting Diego's turning movement, his eyes fell on the paper bag, he pondered for a moment, shook his head, "Go on another trip and buy me a cup of coffee."
"Coffee?" Diego was obviously taken aback when he heard this, "Are you kidding! I accompanied you to the hospital last time. I remember everything the doctor said. Besides, you haven't drank this stuff in years..."
"It's okay. I know my physical condition well." The old man interrupted with a wave of his hand. After a pause, he added in a more serious tone, "I just suddenly want to drink!"
"That's not possible, uh..." Facing the old man's calm but obviously insistent cloudy eyes, Diego scratched his head and thought for a moment, then his shoulders slumped, "Okay, I lost to you. Let's make a deal first, just this time.
One cup, never again!"
"Well, go and come back quickly!"
"I really can't help you. What kind of coffee do you want to drink..." While muttering, Diego shook his head inexplicably and opened the car door again and walked out.
The old man immediately turned around. At the intersection, the tall Asian man looked away and looked at Diego, who was running to the convenience store again. He then squinted at the old man and tilted his head, with a serious look on his face.
As he was thinking. At this time, the indicator light came on. He looked away, held an umbrella and stepped forward.
In the car, the old man tightened the zipper of his down jacket to his neck, took another breath, clicked, decisively opened the door and stepped out. The few gray bangs were instantly rolled up by the howling cold wind, and the snowflakes seemed to be intensifying around him.
He passed by and stood beside the car with his hands in his pockets, watching the tall figure follow the flow of people across the zebra crossing, then turned around and walked towards him.
The other party's pace was not hurried, unhurried and even seemed a bit leisurely, just like a normal passerby walking on the street. However, the car was parked at the intersection, so it only took a few breaths.
The distance between the two became infinitely close until there was only a car between them.
It was only then that the old man really saw the other person's appearance. He had yellow skin, black hair, and typical Asian features. Judging from the sharp and angular facial contour, he should be of outstanding Asian descent.
He is also commonly known as a handsome guy.
Of course, none of this is important. As he watched the other person walking straight past him, gradually widening the distance, the old man's calm expression finally disappeared, revealing a bit of struggle and hesitation. The palm of his hand that reached into his pocket unconsciously tightened the handle of the cold gun.
There is a chance!
No matter what the reason is that makes the opponent completely ignore the existence here, the objective fact now is that the opponent has his back unprepared and he is in a favorable position. In this way, he only needs to decisively draw the gun and directly pull the trigger, and everything will be fine.
Just let it end naturally...
But until he walked more than ten steps away with his straight back, the old man still stood beside the car with his hands in his pockets, his feet were like nails. He just looked at the other person and took a few more steps. He took out the car key and pressed it. The headlights of the off-road vehicle next to him flashed for several seconds.
Get out, approach and open the car door, throw the piano case into the car, then lean into the car, start it, the familiar engine roars, back up a little, turn, drive off the roadside, and merge into the traffic flow with a foot of the accelerator.
The old man still stood where he was, watching the off-road vehicle go away in a daze until it completely disappeared. After a while, a cup of coffee suddenly appeared in front of him, and he turned around blankly, and it was Diego who had left and returned.
"Dad, why are you down here...Dad?"
"Huh? Oh...it's a little stuffy in the car. Come down and get some air." As if waking up from a dream, the old man took the warm coffee cup and took a sip. Perhaps the bitter taste that filled his mouth was too long and unfamiliar.
The whole wrinkled old face suddenly became tangled and vivid, and he coughed several times, and he did not look very relaxed.
"What did I say? You really can't drink this stuff!" Seeing this, Diego quickly raised his hand and patted the old man's back, but the latter sided away and said, "It's okay, I haven't touched it for a long time and I'm not used to it... much
Just take a couple of sips." The old man waved his hand carelessly, and then wiped his forehead as if casually, wiping away the fine sweat that had leaked out from the roots of Mediterranean hair.
This is the fact. After he stopped coughing, the old man drank a few sips again, and his expression obviously softened, with a little emotion that was not easily noticed. The previous excuse to send Diego away to run errands was just to protect him, and he didn't think too much about it.
It was a lot, but now it seems that it is indeed a wise decision - coffee can really calm the mind!
Perhaps to outsiders, the scene just now is just a pass by a passerby. It happens every moment in every street corner of the world. It is nothing more than ordinary. But the dangerous pressure and tempting opportunities are hidden behind it.
His awe-inspiring murderous intent should not be tolerated by outsiders.
Except for the sweat on his forehead, actually behind the old man, the entire thermal underwear layer under the down jacket was wet. The cold wind hit, and the back of his heart was as cold as an ice cellar. This was the reason why he subconsciously avoided Diego's palm just now.
"Then let's get in the car and drink. It's such a bad weather, the snow seems to be getting heavier and heavier." Diego opened the car door.
"Wait..." The old man opened his mouth and was about to say something, but he turned his head first and buzzed——
As far as the eye could see, a large convoy of more than ten light cars and various off-road vehicles passed quickly from far to near on the road in front of them, whistling and kicking up snowflakes. The two subconsciously narrowed their eyes and flashed.
As he passed away, he didn't know what he saw. Diego couldn't help but be stunned, "These people..."
"The gunmen...the Pacino family? That's it..." The old man codenamed Goshawk reacted faster. He frowned slightly and figured out something in an instant, with a look of confusion on his face.
"What?" Diego didn't hear clearly and turned around to ask.
"Nothing." After watching the convoy go away, the old man withdrew his gaze and looked thoughtfully at the comprehensive warehouse across the road. Then he raised his gaze and looked at the rooftop of the high-rise building behind the warehouse - it was an office building and there were no surrounding buildings.
The building has the absolute commanding heights, but the view is the broadest - he nodded lightly to confirm something, and finally turned back to look at Diego and simply said, "This trip is over, let's go back."
"Okay." Diego was slightly startled when he heard this, but he didn't ask why and simply agreed. For him, it was really boring to come out this time. It would be better to end it as soon as possible. Just as he was about to open the door and get in the car, he turned around in surprise.
I saw an old man walking towards the zebra crossing ahead with a coffee cup.
"Dad, where are you going?"
"Go and see an old friend off." The old man said without looking back, "Although this is meaningless and it is also the fateful ending he expected... But since I know, at least, I shouldn't let him die in the heavy snow."