K found online that everything was normal in his account and the bonus from the last mission had been deposited. He couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.
Seeing that K had no intention of using the computer, Zhong Ping started to talk again, and it was still a very sensitive topic when he started: "How did the person who hired you find you to do this..."
K was helpless: "It's best that you don't know. This organization does a very good job of keeping secrets and doesn't allow outsiders to know the content of the mission. Even L, who contacted me, doesn't know what my mission is. Don't say I don't know this."
What kind of organization it is, even if I knew it, I probably wouldn’t be able to tell you.”
Zhong Ping suddenly realized: "What's going on? It's an organization... No wonder..."
k black line. What kind of trouble would it be if the organization didn't want to cause trouble? If the person who hired the murderer directly contacted the killer? Then everything would be messed up.
After a while, Zhong Ping tried again: "Can you quit this organization and find a normal job?"
K's eyes dimmed just like the past few days, and he murmured: "I need money."
"Why do you need money?" Zhong Ping couldn't help but ask further, and revealed his previous speculation, "It's because of your sister? What happened to your sister?"
Hearing that Zhong Ping had hit the mark, K frowned and thought for a moment before deciding to reveal everything: "My sister is going to junior high school."
"Is that tuition? It's not that..."
"But she can't go to school," K interrupted Zhong Ping's conjecture, "she has blood cancer, commonly known as leukemia, and now receives regular chemotherapy in the hospital."
Zhong Ping was shocked by the news. He said that there were places that needed money, but they really needed money. Without money, life would be at stake. Seeing K's depressed look, Zhong Ping began to preach again: "You don't have it."
Relatives? If you are in urgent need, you can try them first..."
K let out a laugh that was either mocking or sad, which made Zhong Ping feel that either the siblings were not related, or that their relatives were ignoring them. No matter what it was, he didn't want to continue the topic and dig into the wounds.
This weekend, it was rare that Zhong Ping was not asked by Sister Ma to take care of the children in full care, so he stayed at home to take care of K's wounds.
He said that he was taking care of it, but K was reluctant to let him see it, saying that it was almost healed. But when Zhong Ping saw the wound, his face turned into a bitter melon. He turned his face away and howled: "How can this be counted?"
That’s it!”
Then Zhong Ping rummaged through the boxes and cabinets to find the wound medicine that Mingming had just bought a few days ago. When he found it, he looked at K's face hesitantly and asked weakly: "Can you apply the medicine yourself..."
K took the medicine with some dumbfounding, and Zhong Ping took a hard look at himself: "...if I hadn't drank too much that day...the wound wouldn't have split like this..."
But K said casually while applying medicine to the wound: "I don't remember what happened that day."
"Don't remember? Really?!" Zhong Ping asked in surprise.
"But I know the final result," K poured cold water on Zhong Ping's head, "but I really don't have any real feeling. This matter will just go away and I don't want to mention it."
For K, who has no sexual experience with men, he thinks that he did not know that he was finally caught in such a careful process, which is simply a gift from God. In this way, he can pretend that nothing happened, no matter in which sense.
All are very convenient.
Zhong Ping felt some subtle regret. He was obviously very enthusiastic and felt very strongly at the time, but he didn't remember it afterwards. He persisted and asked, "Really, I don't remember at all? What about the pole dancing part?"
"And pole dancing? It's such a heavy taste? I don't remember, and don't tell me whether it was you or me, just pretend it didn't happen?" K refused to mention it.
Zhong Ping felt even weirder. The drunk K was different from the awake K. As soon as K said he couldn't remember what happened at that time, Zhong Ping felt that it wasn't K at all at that time, maybe it was someone from the Federation.
The alien that infiltrated the Bureau.
Zhong Ping was not surprised when the doorbell at his door rang. He rushed to the door and looked out through the peephole, and saw a man carrying a large package. The man spoke like a southerner speaking Mandarin.
The unfavorable request: "Express Express! I have your parcel, come and pick it up!"
He hasn't touched a computer for a long time. It couldn't be something purchased online... Could it be mailed from home? This can't be...
After opening the door and going out, he checked the package with the delivery man. The address was the address of his small apartment, and the recipient was also Zhong Ping. He had to sign the package and bid farewell to the delivery man, and then said something about the big deal.
The boxes were moved into the house.
K wrapped gauze around himself and put his head out and asked: "Did you buy something?"
"No." Zhong Ping replied, then carefully checked the express delivery details and continued to wonder, "There is no sender's address and phone number..."
"Wait a minute," K's alertness rose again, and he stepped in front of the box in two or three steps to stop Zhong Ping from checking it, "I'll open it."
K couldn't help but tear off the express tape used to secure the carton, and then without hesitation tore off the top cardboard box with his bare hands.
It was filled with some plastic foam, and the main thing was wrapped in layers of newspapers so that the whole thing couldn't be seen. And K found a bullet fixed with tape on the paper shell he tore off!
This means a mission. But what is written on the carton is Zhong Ping's address and Zhong Ping's name, which means that his stay has implicated the kindergarten teacher. Sure enough, he should not stay for a long time... The troubles come one after another.
K said nothing and continued to dismantle the main body inside. When the last layer of newspapers was finally lifted, Zhong Ping said in shock: "Sniper rifle?!"
K was also shocked. It was a sniper rifle, but most of the parts were not spliced together. The person who mailed the gun seemed to have made this move because he didn't find such a big package to mail. This kindergarten teacher must be so crazy about firearms to take a look at it.
I recognized it as a sniper rifle.
"Do you like guns?" K asked.
Zhong Ping unexpectedly waved his hands and shook his head.
No matter what Zhong Ping answered, he was always going to say the same thing: "Just say goodbye. I'll try out the parts and leave right away."
"You have to leave..." Zhong Ping was immersed in the regret that K had become a different person after drinking.
K didn't say anything, took a deep breath, and entered the task state. First, he found a pair of glasses from the mysterious belt - he couldn't assemble it with his eyes closed, but it was difficult to see close objects clearly.
Gotta use his glasses.
He put his glasses on the bridge of his nose and placed the gun parts on the ground one by one. He began to recall the firearms knowledge he had learned when he first started doing this business, and then began to assemble the sniper rifle. No matter what the task was, he always had to be familiar with it.
Let's talk about his companion who is traveling with him this time. If he encounters any problems when reassembling it somewhere, it will be difficult to solve.
K wears glasses and becomes another person, like a professional technician or a teacher who teaches. K has three people? This is Zhong Ping's delusion.