Ren Ya glanced at the cabin glass, feeling a little depressed about the metal controller. This small hole was closed, and there was no way to escape from there even if the glass was broken. The only way to escape was blocked by Lang Yixin, so he had to rush out of this door. If you run to the deck, you will have a chance to escape. Ren Ya glanced inside the cabin, grabbed the quilt covering the twins and threw it on Lang Yixin. He wanted to take advantage of Lang Yixin's opportunity to rush out, but unexpectedly Lang Yixin was lying on the quilt, but his body retreated. He just retreated to the door of the cabin, and his body was firmly blocking it.
Ren Ya picked up one of the twins again, and while she screamed, he pushed her body towards Lang Yixin. Lang Yixin pushed it with his foot, and the woman fell to the side before she hit her. There was still no chance, and Ren Ya was a little anxious. If all his brothers were killed by their people and they surrounded the door, he would never have the chance to escape.
There was no time to hesitate, Ren Ya grabbed the knife and rushed towards Lang Yixin. This was already a near-death situation. If he was still timid, there would be no chance at all. Ren Ya no longer thought about escaping, and used his previous skills to his best advantage. The desperate fighting style forced General Lang Yixin to retreat continuously.
Swinging out a sword with all his strength and forcing Lang Yixin to take a step back, Ren Ya turned around and ran towards the deck. Five meters, three meters, two meters, one meter... As long as he passed this corner, Lang Yixin couldn't even think about it again. Catch up with him. Once you reach the deck, you can escape by jumping into the water.
A burst of pain hit his back, and Ren Ya secretly screamed, knowing that he must have been hit in the back. He gritted his teeth and ran forward a few steps, his body strength slowly disappeared, and then he fell down on the board with a "plop" .Ren Yachi's naked back, a thin blade inserted into his back, shining brightly.
"If you don't run, you still have a chance." Lang Yixin looked at Ren Ya's body and said softly. Lang Yixin took out a white silk handkerchief from his pocket, pulled out the Silver Spirit from Ren Ya's back, and a stream of blood spurted out. Out of the blue, Lang Yixin was caught off guard and was sprayed all over him. Lang Yixin looked at the blood stains on his white suit and frowned in disgust.
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After Lang Yixin brought six members of the residual blood team ashore, Ren Meng quickly brought people over to join him. In this battle, there is a possibility of death. Seeing the people you worry about alive is the happiest thing. Ren Meng Meng looked at the blood stains on Lang Yixin's body and asked with a smile: "How is it?"
"Ren Ya is dead." Lang Yixin said lightly.
"Where's Dou Ning?"
"He's not on board."
"Not on the ship? That's strange. Where did he go? You didn't press?" Ren Meng asked with a frown.
"I asked, but no one said anything." Lang Yixin shook his head.
Ren Meng thought for a while, took out his mobile phone from his pocket and dialed Zhao Qiang's number, and reported the situation to Zhao Qiang. After hanging up the phone, Ren Meng looked at the Xuanwu disciples following Lang Yixin and said: "Men The Lord said that everyone did a good job and he was very satisfied with today’s events. Thank you.”
The Xuanwu Sect disciples all covered their chests with one hand in return, expressing their loyalty to the sect master. In order to avoid causing panic in the society and attracting media attention, the entertainment boat full of corpses was set on fire by the Xuanwu Sect disciples. Fishermen nearby Before being awakened, Ren Meng and Lang Yixin retreated with their men.
Separating from the car of the residual blood group, Lang Yixin drove Ren Meng back to her villa. Lianhua ran out of the house, saw that the two of them had returned safely, said hello to them, and then yawned and went upstairs to sleep. Just when Lang Yixin was about to take the key to open the door to his room, the door opened by itself. Ge Rong, barefoot and wearing white pajamas, stood in front of Lang Yixin with a tired face. The latest chapter of Public Enemy of the Silver People said with a smile on his face: " Are you back?"
Lang Yixin stood at the door and saw that his dirty clothes had been washed and hung to dry on the balcony. He knew that Ge Rong had hand-washed them for him. He nodded to her and asked, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"
"I said I would wait for you!" Ge Rong said with a proud face. Then he was a little embarrassed and hesitantly said: "But you never came back, so I fell asleep on your bed."
Lang Yixin nodded and said softly: "It's very late, go to bed!"
"Well, okay. I've already washed your clothes for you. Just put the clothes you changed out of after taking a shower in the bathroom. I'll wash them for you tomorrow." Lang Yixin's suit jacket was early because it was stained with blood. After being thrown away by him, Ge Rong felt a little strange when he saw Lang Yixin without a coat. His eyes passed over Lang Yixin from top to bottom. Ge Rong suddenly turned pale with shock, pointed at Lang Yixin's pants and shouted, "... Ah, why is there so much blood on your body?"
"It's all other people's blood." Lang Yixin said lightly.
Although Lang Yixin had thrown away his suit jacket out of disgust, he still wore his pants. After all, compared with running around naked in shorts, the latter was more difficult for him to accept. Ge Rong looked at the large strips of stain on his white pants. Bright red, thinking of what Lang Yixin said just now, I had to guess what he had just done.
"You just..." Ge Rong stared at Lang Yixin with bright eyes, but couldn't say the last few words.
Lang Yixin sighed lightly. This kind of thing is too far away from the lives of ordinary people. Maybe killing someone is a common occurrence for him, but for most people, killing one person may make it difficult to escape the fear of the nightmare. . She is just an ordinary girl. She may be prettier by others, but it doesn't matter anymore. The gap between the two is too far.
Lang Yixin looked at Ge Rong who was still looking at him stubbornly, waiting for his answer. There were expectations and worries in his pure eyes. Lang Yixin knew that she hoped that he would give her a negative answer. Or, in other words, give her a false answer. People more or less have an ostrich mentality, especially women. They would rather live in beautiful lies than face the truth. Therefore, women always ask themselves men over and over again: Do you love me? In the face of the other party or With affirmative or tactful answers, they were able to self-hypnotize themselves, day after day.
Ge Rong's eyes were very dark, without any impurities, giving people a pure and beautiful feeling. Lang Yixin was a little afraid of such eyes, turned his head, and his voice seemed to come from his abdomen. It was weak and vague. Lang Yixin said: "I just went to kill someone."
"Ah!" Ge Rong exclaimed softly again when she heard those two scary words. Then, her eyes filled with disappointment. Ge Rong took two steps forward, grabbed Lang Yixin's hand, and asked sadly: "Why... Want to kill someone? That’s illegal!”
Seeing the pain on Ge Rong's face, Lang Yixin was shaken. He didn't know whether to continue telling the truth or to find a reason to prevaricate. But even if the prevarication was over, what would he do next? Killing is his profession. It's impossible for her not to know about it in the future. The fact that the killer couple in "The Smiths" have lived together for many years without knowing each other's identity is pure nonsense. Although Lang Yixin is not a killer in his profession, and is even a glorious soldier, but There's really no difference between the two.
It might be better for her to end it now! Of course, it's the same for himself. Lang Yixin looked at Ge Rong's face and said firmly: "Killing is my profession."
"Kill...Ge Rong asked with difficulty. She doubted the authenticity of all this, and she could not accept this fact. Ge Rong's eyes swept around Lang Yixin's face, but she became more and more disappointed. This cold man could not be right Are you kidding yourself? "You think it's true?"
Lang Yixin nodded silently, and Ge Rong stopped talking. The two looked at each other, but the room was eerily quiet. They could even hear their own heartbeats and the other's weak breathing. After a long time, it was Lang. Yixin spoke first. He wanted to smile at Ge Rong, but failed. To be more precise, it was a failed smile. It was awkward, stiff, and it didn't last long. Lang Yixin is Lang Yixin, and he doesn't have many masks. "Tomorrow. , I’ll book a flight for you.”
Ge Rong's face turned pale. "You want me to leave?"
"This is not the place for you." Lang Yixin turned his head. Ge Rong's expression at this moment made him feel... a very inexplicable feeling. He couldn't describe it in words, but he really felt it.
"Lang Yixin, you can change your job! Killer... that one is too dangerous. How about we change jobs? My father is the provincial aviation manager, I will ask him to find a job for you... Yixin..." Ge Rong didn't He was willing to just give up and looked at Lang Yixin as if he had grasped a life-saving straw.
"Some things cannot be changed." Lang Yixin shook his head. For a long time, Lang Yixin looked at the girl's face and said softly: "I'm sorry."
This was the first time in Lang Yixin's life that he said these three words to others.
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"Junior sister, what kind of person do you like the most for me to dress up as?" Zhao Qiang turned to Lan Xin who was sitting in the passenger seat while driving, with a flattering look on his face. In Hong Kong, it is easy to kill people, but if you want to be safe, Escape is not easy, so it's better to disguise yourself. It took me many times to find Meng'er Hidden Rules before I learned this skill. It would be a pity not to have to.
"What I like most is that you don't pretend to be a woman." Lan Xin said with a cold face. She didn't know that her words were very humorous. Lan Xin just arrived in Hong Kong during the day. The purpose of coming to Hong Kong was just to do one thing. That is killing!
"Uh... this is too difficult. Would you like me to dress up as an amiable old man, or a mature and steady middle-aged man? Or a handsome young man?" Zhao Qiang asked with a smile.
"Old man." Lan Xin knew that if she didn't give Zhao Qiang an answer, he would ask endless questions. This guy is a different kind of Xuanwu sect. Everyone else cherishes words like gold, and he has said everyone's words by himself. .
"Why? You also like older men?" Zhao Qiang asked doubtfully. It is said that young girls nowadays like to find older men as their boyfriends, which can reflect her age advantage and find a sense of security.
"Having more wrinkles can hide your original appearance, which makes me feel more comfortable." Lan Xinhao told the truth without mercy.