The air suddenly became nervous and almost solidified. For three full minutes, the three of them remained motionless and silent. Only the cold sweat on Xiao Kereng's forehead dripped more and more onto the square tiles, making a monotonous "Plop" sound.
"Voice.
I once again felt the ubiquitous murderous aura, which should come from Xiao Kereng. Every time she mentioned the past events about Jin Chunxi, she would be extremely excited and unavoidable. If Plague had really done anything sorry to Jin Chunxi, who would
There was no guarantee she would shoot him.
"Yes, I am a coward, little sister, just shoot." Plague finally spoke, his voice and expression equally heavy. The conversion between life and death only requires more than one centimeter of free travel of the trigger.
"I really don't have the shame to use the 'Pythagorean Hide Method' invented by the boss. He only taught me one person and treated me more considerately than his own brother. Before anything happened to him, he sent me to be an undercover agent in the 'Night Angel'. He also said
As long as I complete this mission, in addition to applying for a first-class national medal from the chairman on my behalf, I will also be promoted to the head of the Security Bureau. Little sister, do you think I don’t want to return to Pyongyang to rescue the boss? That method is too dangerous.
Well, if you are as impulsive as the second brother, you will only bury all the boss's cronies scattered and lurking among the people. The chairman's think tank has always advocated that 'the grass must be eradicated by the roots, and the evil must be punished by killing them all.' The boss was sent to a sanatorium.
It is a bait in itself. Maybe you and my second brother are much more famous than me in the arena, but when it comes to political struggles and intrigues, you have always seemed too pure."
Plague rubbed hard on his face. Within a few seconds, his complexion became pale, his facial features also changed into regular ones, and even the shape of his eyes and the color of his eyeballs changed. From any angle, he looked the same.
The standard image of a hot-blooded Korean soldier. I blurted out: "Are you - 'Black Star', the North Korean's 'gold medal undercover'?"
This is a name that has been lost for a long time. When he dominated the East Asian espionage war, he was once on the Americans' "Assassination List of Public Enemies of the State", but now he can only be seen occasionally in historical anecdotes.
Plague smiled bitterly: "Forget the name of 'Black Star'. When the red star on the Korean flag is cast into the shadow of Gong Zang Gou Pan, I would rather give up all the beliefs I had in the past. My current name is 'Plague'.
This ubiquitous disease will not help any country, but will only bring disaster to others."
His glorious image indeed disappeared instantly with the downfall of Kim Soon-hee.
Xiao Keleng's mood gradually stabilized. Frankly speaking, Jin Chunxi's decline was just a repeat of the history of palace fighting spirit. Only the person involved felt the most painful pain. For other theatergoers, they had long been numb.
I looked up at the roof beams, and using my Qinggong skills, I jumped up and got the legendary "Book of Purgatory".
"Little sister, take this back and you can replace the boss. I know the mission of Troy and the others -" After the plague took off its ruthless and eccentric disguise, it has become a completely different person. Looking at the history of Asia with a scalpel,
When commenting on famous spies during the Cold War, the name "Black Star" was mentioned many times. Putting aside national grievances, "Black Star" is definitely a top-notch master in Asia, with three unique skills: light kung fu, quick hands, and thief.
, is a cutting-edge talent that is coveted by the espionage systems of various Asian countries.
"Take it down!" Xiao Kereng took a step back. The special incident of Jin Chunxi turning into a vegetative state has become history with the passage of time and cannot be changed. No matter how impulsive or angry it is, it will not help.
Plague's shoulders moved, and he was about to fly up, but I put my hand on his shoulders in time: "Please wait a moment - I want to know how the 'Book of Purgatory' fell into your hands, and last time you preferred to cheat.
Why would you refuse to hand it over even to death?"
Blindly trusting others is not the behavior of a wise man, especially when I feel that in the vast night outside the window, more and more murderous intentions are gathering. It is a pity that there is no second master to drive, otherwise a lookout post will definitely be set up outside the hospital.
Don't regret it until the enemy's knife is pressed against your neck.
Xiao Kereng was so excited that it was no longer suitable to assign her any more work.
"What? Are you afraid that I will cheat? Mr. Feng, you don't understand my relationship with the boss, second brother, and younger sister. Even if I cut off my own head, I will not plot against them." Plague smiled bitterly.
I smiled: "No, I'm just curious about its origins, and I can't figure out the reason why you risked your life to detain Fengqiao Temple."
This is an obvious contradiction. He has treasures in his hands that can be exchanged for huge sums of money at any time, so why doesn't he just go away and fly away? Up to now, Fengqie Temple has become the target of all forces, and he has no reason to jump for the second time.
Come out. Dark night is the time when the "Night Angels" are most active. I suspect that they have never given up the pursuit of the "Book of Purgatory" from the beginning to the end.
It is said that the people of the "Night Angel" are born with an extremely keen sense of smell for treasures. When the treasure appears, they will follow it.
"Xiao Xiao, calm down. The situation is not as optimistic as we thought." What I am most worried about is Guan Baoling. I am afraid that Xiao Lai alone will not be able to cope with the possible dangers. The tycoon's men are buried in the dark, and it may not necessarily be possible.
Can defeat the "angel of night" who occupies "the right time, right place, right people and people".
The wind has picked up again in the yard, blowing aimlessly, and the window paper is trembling.
Facing this small courtyard, the ancient tree is the best surveillance point and sniper point, so I hope Xiao Kereng can return to her original position.
Xiao Kereng took three deep breaths and put the gun back into his pocket.
It's none of your business, just hang it up. Everyone has what they really care about. She will go crazy when she encounters something related to "Kim Soon Hee", just like I will be extremely agitated every time I hear topics related to my elder brother.
,So, I understand how she feels.
"I'm sorry." She lowered her head to me and apologized softly.
If we treat our work of monitoring the plague as a strict military operation and lose our position at will, no matter who we are, we will be punished by military law without exception. Xiao Keleng's randomness also reflects the hero of the world from one aspect.
The inevitability of being unable to defeat the regular army.
"It's okay, crises are everywhere, be careful."
Needless to say, she understood what I meant and immediately walked towards the door.
The moment she opened the door, a gust of wind rushed in with a large group of dead leaves and hit her head on. The wind outside was very strong, and when it blew through the treetops, it kept making a whistling sound.
The yard was empty, and the wooden door in the front was closed tightly, but the sky was dim, indicating the coming late winter snow.
"Little sister, I will leave the 'Book of Purgatory' to you, don't worry." Plague yelled loudly, but it was obvious that the meaning of what he said was very weird. It seemed that he was deliberately saying it to some people, and it was not directed at anyone.
I am not targeting Xiao Kereng.
The light from the room poured out in a straight line and fell squarely on the trunk of the old tree. I suddenly had an ominous feeling. The door facing a dead tree corresponded to the "kill at the door" in the Feng Shui pattern. It was by no means a good omen.
Moreover, it is now the cold winter season, and there are only a few dead leaves left on that tree, swaying in the wind.
When I ordered Xiao Ke to stand in the big tree just now, I was standing in a different direction. I didn't realize that it was the "death point" where yin and yang converged. I couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, and hurriedly stopped her: "Xiao Xiao,
You should go to the left side of the roof and monitor the direction of the 'Tower of the Dead' and the Meditation Hall. Twenty minutes later, we will retreat to the small courtyard and meet up with Xiao Lai."
Xiao Kereng paused at the door for a few seconds, frowning and staring at the dead tree: "Welcome to the door to kill?"
I nodded: "Yes, no wonder Monk Xiang can neither advance to the throne nor understand the great path of Buddhism. With such a layout here, all futures and destiny are being slaughtered by God every day. He is lucky enough not to die."
Plague smiled bitterly and took over my topic: "He is already dead. After I was discovered by you pretending to be Shidao, in order to get closer to you, I had to kill him together and throw him under the cliff."
Shi Dao's bizarre suicide is undoubtedly a farce directed and staged by Plague.
Xiao Keleng turned over and jumped onto the roof. I heard her footsteps moving gently to the tile ridge on the left. With this sentry, at least I could respond quickly when the murderous intention was approaching.
"Now, can you take it off?" Plague said with a deep and heartfelt wry smile on his face.
I stared into his eyes, and I sincerely admired his magical skill of disguising his eyes, but should I believe him? Or it was some kind of wonderful mechanism - "Black Star...Senior, or
Can you please tell me its origin?" I understand that the more preparations you make before taking action, the less likely it is that something will go wrong. A person who rebels against a national organization and wanders around incognito, God knows his thoughts have changed.
What has happened? The world is a huge dyeing vat. No matter how upright and kind-hearted a person is, he will eventually turn into a monster of mixed colors.
My palms just pressed lightly on his shoulders. With his lightness, I could slide away at any time, but my right hand had already clasped the tactical knife, so I could cope with the next sudden change. As long as he didn't move for a second
If I escape from this room, I can keep him in an instant.
Plague sighed: "Well, you are the first person to be so calm after seeing the 'Book of Purgatory' - if you want to talk about its origin, it must involve a person. He is a strange person in the world of tomb robbers.
It’s just that fifteen years after his disappearance, most of the younger generations in the world have forgotten about him.”
I retracted my hand, and at the same time moved back, away from the shadow of the beam.
"I don't need to mention his name. One year - I remember it very clearly, it was the year when the Americans launched Operation Desert Storm. I came to Fengqiao Temple with an important mission..."
Suddenly something occurred to me: "Operation Desert Storm took place in the early morning of January 17, 1991. It has been exactly fifteen years now. Could it be that the appearance, disappearance and reappearance of the 'big killer' will be the same as the two Iraq wars?"
Is there an absolute relationship?"
So, will the master tomb robber mentioned by Plague be his eldest brother Yang Tian?
The fourth part "Super Weapon" is over, please watch the fifth part "Under the Sea"