The sky was slightly pale, giving this scarred city an air of depression.
There was deathly silence on the street. Broken rubble could be seen everywhere. The charred walls and broken walls stood quietly all around. The dark windows and broken doors were like faces full of pain, with their mouths open to the sky.
Scream silently.
Suddenly, through the thin morning fog, there was the sound of rapid running and messy gunshots.
In the blink of an eye, a pair of young men and women broke through the fog. I saw the tall and handsome figure in the lead dragging the petite woman behind him, and rushed into the abandoned hut on the street. "007, listen up, now I'm coming
After the aftermath, you go first."
001 grabbed 007's arm and said, "Let's go." "Brother, how can I leave you?" 007 frowned and stared at 001's handsome face. "If you don't leave, brother will commit suicide on you now."
In front of me." 001's eyes widened, he pushed 007 out, and then he ran towards the sound of gunfire.
"No-----!"
007 screamed and woke up from his dream. Lingge wiped the sweat from his face and said to himself, "Are you having nightmares again?" He has been retired for a while, why do he still have nightmares?
? Could it be that she still can't let go of everything she had when she was a mercenary? She felt depressed. "What's going on? I dreamed about the Military Intelligence Agency again. Is it because my eldest brother saw me off when I left, so that's why he showed up?"
In my dream? It’s so annoying.”
Ling Geqing sighed, got out of bed, and decided to go to the bathroom to take a shower. She turned the button on the shower head. The water that came out was hot and cold. She couldn't help but said angrily,
"These old men, even after I have retired, are not willing to let me live in a good house."
It was already getting light. She washed away the sweat on her body, but still felt a little sleepy, so she lay down again, her thoughts drifting to a month ago.
In City A, this prosperous and lively city, some tear-jerking or bizarre stories are being staged every day, every moment, and every minute.
However, today, perhaps the most surprising thing is that the Jindu Hotel, which is said to be the best chain of five-star hotels in the country, has had an unbelievable murder.
The police surrounded the hotel everywhere. People passing by stopped and surrounded the hotel three floors inside and three floors outside, talking about it.
"I heard that a man died in the high-end presidential suite, and he seemed to be a foreigner.
I heard that he was cut into pieces and dismembered!"
"Really? No? The murderer is so cruel."
Many onlookers had horrified expressions on their faces.
"How do you know so clearly?"
"My nephew works as a security guard in this hotel. He called me and told me. He said that the scene was tragic, with blood flowing like a river, especially the deceased. The body was placed piece by piece in the refrigerator of the suite, not to mention how many pieces there were.
It’s so cruel and terrible.”
One of the onlookers was a girl in her 20s. She was wearing a Li-Ning sports cap, with her long hair hidden inside the cap.
She wore a rose-red casual dress, blinked her big, watery eyes, and her long eyelashes moved accordingly. Her skin was white and rosy, and her small but pink lips were slightly raised, looking tender and tender.