Chapter 97 If you are not romantic, you will waste your youth
Ye Feng looked at the two bugs that disappeared into the rolling water, with a disdainful smile on his face. Although he was very indignant about the Security Bureau sending people to sneak into his home to install bugs, Ye Feng also understood that he
This former killer is still an anomaly for a country, and they should be worried about themselves. What's more, as a killer, he is also worried about the agents of the Security Bureau.
Ye Feng shrugged his shoulders and walked out of the bathroom with a smile.
Sitting in the living room, Ye Feng lit up a cigarette and took a puff slowly. Suddenly, Ye Feng remembered the laptop he saw in the bookcase in the study when he checked the room just now. That laptop was Paul's
I bought it when I was arranging furniture for myself. I haven't used it since Ye Feng moved in.
Milan, that beautiful writer, how could I forget her? Ye Feng muttered in his heart, put out the cigarette butt, and walked quickly to the study.
Ye Feng turned on the computer, and all the software inside was fully configured. As soon as Ye Feng logged into MSN, Milan's message was sent.
Milan: My Mr. Killer, where did you go to be romantic again? Why haven’t I seen you online for several days?
Ye Feng looked at Milan's message and laughed.
Romantic Killer: Sorry, I don’t go online much, so I forgot about it when I got home.
Milan: Humph, I think you have been among thousands of flowers and you must be very busy.
Romantic Killer: Oh, the beauty writer is right, if you are not romantic, then you are a teenager.
Milan: Boy. How old are you, kid? Are you an adult?
Romantic Killer: Just to use a metaphor, I am thirty years old.
Milan: Oh, thirty years old, that’s not bad. I like uncle-level men.
Romantic Killer: If you call me uncle, how old are you?
Milan: Fortunately, you are still a romantic figure. Isn’t it a secret to know a woman’s age?
Romantic Killer: Sorry, I was so anxious that I forgot about it.
Milan: Hee hee, do you get anxious when you see a beautiful woman? I see that you are anxious because you really want to see if I am pretty.
Romantic Killer:......
Milan: I'm speechless, you must be thinking like this. Forget it, since I have promised you, let you admire the beauty.
After Milan finished speaking, he sent a request for a video call. Ye Feng hurriedly connected the call, and soon the video screen was connected.
In the picture, Milan is wearing a white silk nightgown, with a delicate oval face, big eyes, and pink lipstick on her thin lips, shining with crystal clear luster, making her extremely attractive.
Milan stretched out his hand to straighten his long hair, pouted and said, "Hey, Mr. Killer, are you hiding from the public? Why don't you even have a video?"
Ye Feng pulled the microphone to his mouth and said with some embarrassment, "Milan, I'm sorry, I don't have a video here. I will go to the computer mall to buy a camera later and let you watch me."
Milan raised her pretty face, pursed her lips and smiled, "Cunning man, let me keep you a little mysterious first. Okay, don't just admire the beauties. While admiring them, tell me about your story.
Experience the killer."
After Milan finished speaking, he stood up, poured a cup of coffee and put it on the desk. Milan stirred the coffee with a small spoon, opened the notebook on the desk, and picked up a black Parker pen sandwiched in the notebook with his white hands. Parker pen
Turning flexibly in Milan's slender fingers, Milan pursed her lips at Ye Feng, signaling Ye Feng to start telling her story.
Ye Feng looked at Milan's posture in the video, with a faint smile on his lips. It seemed that this beautiful writer took her seriously and really regarded herself as a killer. Ye Feng thought secretly in his heart.
Ye Feng thought for a while and then told Milan about an assassination operation he carried out in Siberia. Milan listened intently and kept recording in his notebook with the Parker pen in his hand.
"Mr. Killer, what you said is true. Why is it different from what I saw in the movie?" Milan put down the Parker pen in his hand, rubbed his eyes and said, "The killer you just talked about, he
In the assassination operation, a man lurked for three days in the ice and snow of Siberia, and then when the target appeared, he killed the target with one shot."
Ye Feng nodded, smiled and said into the phone, "Yes, this is the actual situation."
Milan smiled, covered her mouth with her hand and said, "This is too simple. The killers in the movie have to fight each other for a long time to carry out an assassination. How can it be as simple as you said?
, laid in wait for three days, and then killed the target with one shot."
Ye Feng laughed loudly, "Milan, it seems that you have been poisoned by those movies. In fact, what killers pay attention to is 'lurking in ambush, killing with one hit; missing with one hit, and escaping unharmed'. Think about it,
If a killer and his assassination target were like in the movie, fighting from day to night, fighting and shooting, it would be so earth-shattering that the police would not have been attracted long ago. With such a big movement, the killer would
How can we escape intact when we are surrounded by so many people?"
Milan nodded thoughtfully, "Mr. Killer, the killer you just mentioned only carried a pistol and killed the target and his accomplices. Then why didn't he bring more weapons, like grenades?
, weapons such as portable missile launchers, aren't those weapons more powerful? Also, look at the English agent James Bond, the agent code-named 007, whether it is his car, watch, or pen,
Glasses... are very powerful high-tech weapons, why don't you use these high-tech weapons."
Ye Feng shook his head and said calmly, "Milan, in fact, for a killer, his main and most important weapon is himself. A gun and a short knife are enough. As for what you said
Those weapons are very powerful, but they are inconvenient to carry and can easily expose the target. Think about it, if a killer is discovered by the opponent before he gets close to the target, how can he complete the assassination mission?"
Milan blinked his big bright eyes and asked with some confusion, "Mr. Killer, aren't we all in the era of hot weapons now? Why are those short knives and daggers you mentioned seem to have returned to the era of cold weapons?
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"Milan, although this is the era of hot weapons, it does not mean that cold weapons have withdrawn from the stage of history. Assassination operations are different from large-scale battles between two armies. For the army, the more powerful the weapon, the more effective it is on the battlefield.
If you take the initiative, you will be more certain of winning. But for assassination operations, as long as you can get close to the target and find a suitable opportunity to take action, a short knife is enough. Moreover, cold weapons have another biggest advantage
, that is, it can be used silently, so when dealing with a group of enemies, if you can use the environment to hide yourself well, you will have more advantages when using weapons such as daggers and daggers." Ye Fengxiao
He smiled and then said, "As for the 007 you mentioned, he is an act of the state. A country backs him, and the weapons are of course powerful. For a killer, how can the economic strength be compared with that of a country? The weapons in the hands of 007
Those weapons are beyond the reach of us lone killers."
In his career as a killer, although Ye Feng was also a sharpshooter who was proficient in various firearms, he still preferred to use cold weapons in assassination operations. Regarding this, Ye Feng also understood that all these benefits
He can perfectly hide his murderous intent, allowing him to approach his target silently. This is why Ye Feng is called "the wind of hell" by people in the dark world. Facing Ye Feng is like facing the gentle spring breeze.
Generally, one does not feel any murderous aura at all. It is not until death comes that the other person realizes that the gentle spring breeze brings hellish terror.
Milan nodded, with a knowing smile on his lips. Milan picked up the Parker pen and quickly wrote down in his notebook. "Well, Mr. Killer, what you said makes sense. I think, if I am in the book, if this is the case
If you were to describe the killer, it would definitely surprise everyone."
Milan said, stopped recording, and turned the Parker pen around in his hand, "Mr. Killer, what you just told me was that the killer actually lurked in the ice and snow for three days and three nights. Is this true? Can you
You can’t tell me in detail.”
Ye Feng's thoughts couldn't help but return to that moment when the snowflakes were flying.
That time, Ye Feng was entrusted by an oil company to go to Siberia to assassinate a leader of a terrorist gang named Andre who specialized in destroying oil facilities. Before the assassination operation began, Ye Feng spent three days secretly tracking
He followed Andre and knew his schedule clearly. When Ye Feng learned that Andre was going to Siberia to cause sabotage in the next few days, he hid it in advance on his only way to Siberia.
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That day, when Andre drove a pickup truck filled with explosives to the bank of a small river in Siberia. Andre saw a huge snowman piled on the bridge. He couldn't help but become curious, slowed down, and
He looked at the snowman with interest.
The feather-like snow was flying all over the sky, and Andre could vaguely see the snowman moving his hands. Andre thought he was dazzled by the light from the white snow, and couldn't help but rub his eyes. When he asked again
When the snowman looked at it, there was a shining silver pistol in the snowman's hand. Andre looked at the white light flashing in the snowman's hand and hesitated for a moment. He had not yet judged whether it was snow light or light.
The silver light emitted by the metal and a faint sound came from the silver pistol equipped with a silencer. Andre's eyebrows were shot and he slowly leaned on the steering wheel.
When the accomplices sitting in the car noticed something unusual, the pickup truck had crashed into a big tree by the river. Andre's accomplices struggled to climb out of the overturned pickup truck, and they looked around in panic.
, looking for the enemy who fired.
The surrounding ground was completely white, with no other colors at all, let alone human figures. When Andre's accomplices looked at the snowman on the bridge in surprise, the snowman seemed to explode.
Snowflakes splashed everywhere. Andre's accomplices were all horrified, staring at everything in front of them with wide eyes. Following the vast snowflakes splashing everywhere, a white figure flew over quickly.
The white figure, light and elegant, as if like a snowflake dancing in the wind, appeared silently in front of Andre's accomplices. As white lights appeared one after another, Andre's accomplices quietly appeared one by one.
He fell silently on the snow.
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"Wow, this is so exciting. This is the real master." Milan put down the Parker pen in his hand, waved his white hands, and shouted excitedly.
Ye Feng looked at Milan's excited appearance in the video and smiled faintly. Such an action, such an assassination target, was a piece of cake for Ye Feng and not worth mentioning at all.
"Mr. Killer, I need to sort out this story tonight. I'm going offline now. I'll come back to you tomorrow night." Milan said, blowing a kiss to Ye Feng and closing the msn.
Ye Feng looked at Milan's profile on MSN that was gradually dimming, smiled, shook his head, and closed the computer.
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