Han Xiaoyi's face is very delicate, but her expression is very cold, as if she doesn't tell the truth, she will never talk to her again in this life.
But, who is Lin Ze? He is a bodyguard, Han Xiaoyi's personal bodyguard. Who is Han Zhenbei? One of the top businessmen in Yanjing City, with tens of thousands of people working under his banner to make a living and earn a living. It is frowned upon, and there are a group of people who are worried about it.
The big shot in his mind.
But so what? Is he even remotely related to Lin Ze?
His current identity is a bodyguard, a personal bodyguard. His mission is to do his best to protect Han Xiaoyi's safety. As for whether Han Zhenbei is dead or alive, it has little to do with Lin Ze.
Lin Ze would keep the name Han Zhenbei in mind because of Han Xiaoyi, but no matter what he did, he would do it to better protect Han Xiaoyi, a somewhat willful but cute girl.
"No." Lin Ze shook his head calmly. "This is from a friend of mine. What I said will not cause any trouble to them, and I am not referring to you either."
"Really?" A hint of disappointment flashed across Han Xiaoyi's eyes, and she stretched out her white and tender hands. "Give me the phone."
Lin Ze shrugged and handed it to her easily.
The caller ID showed an unknown number. This was the old director's habit of calling Lin Ze. After all, in the past, when performing dangerous missions or lurking in terrorist organizations, communication tools such as mobile phones would face inspection at any time. If the source of the number is found,
, Lin Ze will be in a desperate situation.
"Unknown number?" Han Xiaoyi wrinkled her delicate eyebrows and asked in confusion. "Who called you?"
"I told you, a friend." Lin Ze said helplessly.
"You really didn't lie to me?" Han Xiaoyi asked still unsure.
"You just need to believe a little bit." Lin Ze worked up his emotions and said word by word. "No matter what I do or how I do it, it is all for your own good and your safety."
When Han Xiaoyi heard this, her heartbeat inexplicably accelerated. She couldn't help raising her head, staring at Lin Ze who was less than one meter away from her with blurred eyes, and said softly: "I shouldn't have questioned you like that just now."
"I can understand your mood." Lin Ze smiled. "You are a precocious girl and a sensible girl."
"Thank you." Han Xiaoyi looked relaxed.
"You're welcome." Lin Ze smiled.
"But you can't cut corners when it comes to supper at night. Although I'm a precocious young lady, there is still room for further development." Han Xiaoyi put her hands on her hips and said in a coquettish voice.
Lin Ze's legs softened and he sat on the sofa and continued watching TV.
Han Xiaoyi went back to the living room to have dinner, while Lin Ze lit a cigarette and stared at the LCD TV in a daze.
A dead soldier trained by a killer organization? Half of his face is pressed against the iron plate?
Lin Ze raised his brows slightly, and made certain modifications to the old director's description in his heart. It was not half of his face stuck to the iron sheet, but the entire face from the corner of his eyebrows to the bridge of his nose was covered with iron sheet. If he wanted to tear off the iron sheet,
It will definitely tear off the whole face.
Lin Ze had heard about this killer organization in the UK.
Flying eagle.
A legendary organization in the world of killers. It rarely appears, but the missions it accepts have never failed. The BOSS of this organization is said to be a mysterious woman. Her age and nationality are unknown, and no one can even describe her appearance. There is no way to describe her appearance.
There is no need to say strong words like "Everyone who has seen her is dead" because even those who were assassinated by her have no chance to see her true face in Lushan.
This is a feared organization, even in the industry, not many people have heard of it.
Lin Ze also learned about this legendary killer organization by chance.
A top European assassin who died at the hands of Lin Ze once revealed to him that his greatest wish in his life was to compete with the Flying Eagle's BOSS in completing a mission. But he would never have such an opportunity again in his life.
After burning the cigarette to the end, Lin Ze rubbed his swollen eyebrows.
Is he a dead soldier of Flying Eagle?
If so, who hired him? Who would be bold enough to hire a killer to assassinate Han Zhenbei? Can he afford the heavy blow of his identity being leaked?
Southeast Asian interest groups?
They are in the negotiation stage with Han Zhenbei, but the content of the negotiation is related to interests. If the negotiation had not collapsed and Han Zhenbei had greatly harmed their interests, Southeast Asian interest groups would never have done such an angry thing.
Too obvious, too eye-catching, and too easy to spot.
No one who can get to that level is a fool, and no one will do anything that cannot be profited.
If it wasn't Southeast Asian interest groups, who would it be? Han Zhenbei's mortal enemy?
Lin Ze let out a heavy breath and shook his head vigorously. No one knows who Han Zhenbei's rival is. He only heard about the Han family occasionally during a mission. He has never met Han Zhenbei.
Putting aside these headache thoughts, Lin Ze took a sip of beer to refresh himself.
Issues at this level are not something Lin Ze should consider. As long as he protects Han Xiaoyi's safety and prevents the siblings from being assassinated, he will have successfully completed the mission. As for the rest, as the old director said, they are not his for the time being.
Tube.
He also believed that with Han Zhenbei's energy, he would naturally have a way to deal with these assassins who assassinated him. As one of the top families in Yanjing, no one would doubt Han Zhenbei's methods.
After thinking for a moment, Lin Ze stood up with a cigarette in his mouth and saw Han Xiaoyi sitting on the table next to the living room playing on the computer after dinner. He couldn't help but leaned over and asked curiously: "What are you playing at?"
"You don't understand." Lin Ze was dazzled by Han Xiaoyi's slender, green-white fingers. He moved his fingers on the side of his legs a few times, but found that he couldn't imitate Han Xiaoyi at all.
His rough old hands can play with perfection. He is really not good at computers.
But when he was slapped in the face by Han Xiaoyi, Lin Ze naturally would not admit defeat and said disdainfully, "Don't look down on me. I have already applied for a QQ account, and there are more than 20 female netizens on it."
Han Xiaoyi curled her lips and said, "Who are you playing QQ with? Go and cool off." After that, she plunged into the online world.
Lin Ze was very depressed. He leaned over and stared at the picture on the screen and asked, "Are you posting a post?"
"Yeah." Han Xiaoyi replied simply.
"Hey, classmate Han Xiaoyi, why are you saying dirty words on the Internet? Wait a minute, do you even want to send such disgusting words?" Lin Ze's eyes widened and he said in disbelief. "No wonder I heard people say that before, who knows?
The person on the other side of the Internet is a human or a dog. The ancients sincerely did not deceive me."
"You called me a dog?" Han Xiaoyi turned her head and said angrily.
"No." Lin Ze shook his head. "I'm just feeling emotional."
"Online scolding is normal, just get used to it." Han Xiaoyi pointed at the screen and said.
"But I see that what you wrote is about two celebrities fighting. What does it have to do with you? As for getting so angry?" Lin Ze, who never pays attention to the entertainment industry, is confused as to where Han Xiaoyi gets the motivation to type so many words.
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"It has always been my motto to draw out a sword to help when there is an injustice." Han Xiaoyi's face was full of solemnity as she typed on the keyboard. "Besides, my brother Leslie Cheung is my only idol in the entertainment industry. Whoever bullies his friends is my enemy!"
Lin Ze didn't understand what she was talking about, so he simply shook his head, went back to the cabin, packed a few pairs of underwear, and ran to the small garden to take a bath.
Early the next morning, Lin Ze got up to make breakfast. On the way, he woke up the Han siblings who were sleeping in a deep sleep. After they finished washing, Lin Ze packed the breakfast and threw it into the car, and drove to the airport.
Instead of taking a taxi, he drove to the airport. It wasn't that Lin Ze had a habit of racing, but the old director called him last night and told him to be careful, so he simply gave up the idea of taking a taxi.
I called Scar on the way and asked him to arrange for someone to drive the car back. When I arrived at the airport, I directly received my boarding pass and went through the security check.
Time was already running out when they arrived at the airport. The three of them rushed to the terminal almost non-stop and boarded the plane to Yanjing within a short time.
The three of them were traveling in first class. Han Xiaobao fell asleep as soon as he got on the plane. Han Xiaoyi was holding a magazine and flipping through it boredly. Lin Ze sighed slightly when he saw her peaceful face.
Will you encounter many unknown dangers during this trip to Yanjing? Is the situation in Han Zhenbei very tense?
All this is unknown to Lin Ze, but when he thinks of the important responsibilities that Han Xiaoyi will bear in the future, he feels a little pity for this delicate and fashionable girl next to him. He murmurs to himself: "No matter what the future holds, at least now, I will
To fulfill the promise I made that night, no matter how dangerous it is, I will protect your safety and prevent you from being harmed at all——"
Following the flight attendant's warm reminder, the plane drove slowly towards the city of Yanjing, which looked like a savage beast with teeth and claws.
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PS: Here comes the fifth chapter. Two days of high-intensity coding made Fei Fei almost collapse. Seeing how hard I work, please lend a hand to support the hardworking Fei Fei!
