Vasily intended not to let Zhang Youbin continue to think about Aizawa Ryuichi, so he changed the subject and said: "By the way, do you still remember your account in the Swiss bank?"
Zhang Youbin nodded and asked: "Remember? What's wrong?"
Vasily said with a face full of jealousy: "The boss said he put some money in it for you. You look back and see how much there is. I want to see if the boss is biased again this time."
Zhang Youbin was shocked and asked: "Brother gave me money? Why did you give me money? I'm not short of money."
Vasily blinked his eyes and said with a smile: "Stop pretending, the boss and I know very well what situation you are in now. Although you can be regarded as a small boss, the money is not your own money, and it is not much.
What's the point of money? Besides, if you cooperate with the Security Bureau, I don't believe how much they can pay you, and they are not as generous as the CIA in the United States."
Zhang Youbin asked in confusion: "How come you know everything?"
Vasily shrugged and said helplessly: "Who makes our intelligence system still so developed? We have informants all over the world. It's not like you don't know, including the CIA, the Cabinet Intelligence Investigation Office, etc., they are all there
Our people want to know your current situation, and there’s nothing they can’t do with a little money.”
Vasily continued: "We all knew it from the first day you came back to China and worked in that bar, and someone even sent back a photo of your female boss. To be honest, that girl is really good-looking.
"
Saying that, Vasily said again: "We have also seen the photos of your female apprentice, and the female policeman. We have also met Chen Feng, and we have seen Chen Feng's family members better than you."
Sooner, God is my witness, the photo of Tian Lin was sent, which shocked most of us, especially those Asians, all of them were dumbfounded. If you don’t believe it, look back now, many people
There are photos of her on my computer..."
Then, Vasily listed almost every person Zhang Youbin came into contact with after returning to China, and finally concluded: "You won't know these things if I don't tell them. Among our former informants, they have always been...
There are two people who are responsible for investigating everyone around you, but they have never interfered in anything, so you must not misunderstand our intentions."
Zhang Youbin was deeply moved. From the first day he saw Lei Ming, he had never stopped caring for him. He looked at Vasily gratefully and said, "Vasily, thank you for your concern!"
Vasily laughed and said: "The boss has always been worried about you. Although you were proficient in everything at "home", you have no real social experience at all, so I have been observing your surroundings. The most important purpose is to
Prevent Paul from finding you."
Then, Vasily said with lingering fear: "The time you were almost assassinated by a sniper, the boss couldn't eat for several days after he found out. God bless you and escaped successfully. Later, according to the situation we had at the time, if it hadn't been for that day
The wind and sunshine helped you, but I believe you are dead now."
Zhang Youbin smiled knowingly and said: "I did almost capsize in the gutter that day. You know, it was in the morning. Starting from the east, there were the sun, me, and the sniper. The light was directed towards me, and I
The angle between the two straight lines formed by the sniper is about 150 degrees."
As he spoke, he made a rough gesture with his hands, and then said: "The sniper just avoided the straight light, but caused astigmatism in the lens, so I was able to find the problem."
"The sniper's position is very good, and the air humidity is just right. If it hadn't been because the wind was a little stronger that day and it formed a gyration between high-rise buildings, which delayed his aiming time, I don't think I would be able to fight here now.
You spoke."
Zhang Youbin's tone was as unconcerned as if he was discussing a sniper case with Vasily, and there was also a hint of joy. Vasily laughed and was about to speak, but the seventh sister next to Zhang Youbin had a look on her face.
Full of panic and blame, he grabbed Zhang Youbin's arm tightly, stared at him and said fearfully: "Third brother, when did this happen? Why have you never told me?"
Zhang Youbin patted her hand and comforted her: "Lao Yin and I met some time ago when we were on the top floor of the hospital. I didn't tell you because I was afraid you would be worried."
Qimei jumped directly into Zhang Youbin's arms. She hugged his waist and said very seriously: "Third brother, don't hide anything from me in the future. I'm very scared!"
Zhang Youbin stroked her hair lovingly and said softly: "Don't worry, nothing will happen to me!"
Vasily looked embarrassed and asked hesitantly: "Um...you didn't tell her?"
Zhang Youbin shook his head and gave him a look of contempt and blame. Vasily stuck out his tongue and blamed himself for talking too much.
Qimei lay on Zhang Youbin's lap, hugged his waist tightly with her hands and said nothing. Her face gently rubbed Zhang Youbin's abdomen, as if she was afraid that he would suddenly disappear.
Then Vasily remembered something again and said to Zhang Youbin: "The boss asked me to convey something to you."
Zhang Youbin raised his head and asked, "What did eldest brother say?"
Vasily took out a cigarette and signaled to Zhang Youbin. When Zhang Youbin waved his hand, he took out one and lit it. He took a puff and then said slowly: "Big brother said: Vasily, if Youbin refuses to accept the money, you
Just tell him that this money was not given to him by me, Lei Ming, Zhang Youbin. I know the Qi Yatou child best. Spending money can shoot bullets several times faster than a heavy machine gun. The reason why I gave him this money is that he must
Help me take good care of that precious girl. If the girl is dissatisfied in any way or suffers any hardship, let Zhang Youbin come to see her!"
The seventh sister, who was hiding silently in Zhang Youbin's arms, laughed out loud when she heard Vasily's extremely funny imitation. She raised her head and stared at Zhang Youbin and said with ambiguous eyes: "Third brother, did you hear it? What if you do it in the future?"
If you bully me, I will tell my elder brother."
Zhang Youbin understood Lei Ming's good intentions, nodded and said to Vasily: "I have written it down. I will keep the money first and return it to my brother when I have the opportunity."
Vasily pointed at Zhang Youbin with a look of disdain and scolded: "I have always said that you are not smart. What a good thing for you to keep so much money? Why do you have to give it back to the boss? You know the boss's temper. Come on.
I'm going to give you a bad time."
Zhang Youbin didn't know how to explain, so he didn't say any more. The seventh sister in his arms was not happy, and shook Zhang Youbin's body and asked: "Third brother, do you listen to me?"
Zhang Youbin kept nodding and said: "I heard it, I heard it!" Then he looked at Qimei and asked: "Even if eldest brother doesn't tell me, you don't know what I think of you, do you?"
Qimei smiled happily and plunged into Zhang Youbin's arms again.
Vasily took a puff of cigarette, looked at Zhang Youbin and said with a smile: "Tell me, is there anything I can do to help you?"
Zhang Youbin said to Vasily: "Vasily, actually I don't need your help here. And you are not suitable to get involved."
Vasily smiled and said: "We don't know what exactly you are doing for the security department, and I also know that I can't help you with this matter, but..." Vasily looked at the smile on Zhang Youbin's face,
He took out a palm-sized file bag from the inner pocket of his suit and threw it to Zhang Youbin.
Zhang Youbin took it with suspicion on his face. When he opened it, it turned out to be four passports and ID documents. Upon closer inspection, he saw that they were the Irish nationality documents and passports of himself, his seventh sister, and Tian Lin's mother and son. The names and files on them were all virtual.
Yes, but the certificate is absolutely guaranteed to be genuine.
Zhang Youbin asked in confusion: "What does this mean?"
Vasily smiled slightly and said with a hint of disdain: "This is what the boss has prepared for you. If there is any emergency, I will work with the informants in China to cover your departure. This is also the last item that the boss gave me.
Task."
Zhang Youbin remembered a question and asked: "Vasily, what are you going to do after returning to China? Are you going to be a normal person or continue to deal with guns?"
Vasily shook his head blankly and said: "I don't know either... you are a freak. You used to study all kinds of wine for yourself all day long, so among us so many men, your symptoms are the mildest. I
But that’s not possible.”
After saying that, Vasily added: "After I didn't take a gun to kill people for a few days, I felt like a cow. I got very excited when I saw the color of blood. When I saw a car accident on the street, my eyes changed.
It turned red, and I wanted to take a knife or a gun immediately and make a pool of blood myself to satisfy myself..."
Vasily sighed heavily and said: "War syndrome... Because people who often fight at close range have a very high desire for killing. I also want to live a normal life, but I am afraid that I
I can’t control it. If I go back to this path again, I will really be sorry for the boss’s feelings.”
Zhang Youbin nodded with great understanding. The mercenary group is an army in wartime, and is not much different from a mental hospital in non-wartime. Everyone who has experienced killing has more or less sequelae. Most of these symptoms are in the heart.
It's like a branded mark that's hard to erase.
Almost all the new people Zhang Youbin had met would cry after killing someone. Some even cried bitterly and kept feeling sick and retching. The image of the person he killed with his own hands kept appearing in front of him with his eyes open and closed.
Appear.
Especially the kind that kills at close range. The blood splashes when the bullet or dagger enters the opponent's body, the bright red with body temperature stained on the hands, etc., is like a demon and it is difficult to drive it away. The only way is to kill it at close range.
The only way is to turn yourself into a devil. When this happens again, you will treat it like an old friend. The previous fear and self-blame will slowly turn into habits.
Almost every mercenary has come this way. They are different from soldiers because they always have endless tasks and people to kill. After one battle, they immediately switch to the next one until they die on the battlefield.