In the early morning at Narita Airport, a Boeing 747-400 carrying a Japanese tour group lowered its landing gear and taxied to the runway. This was not the first group of tourists to land in Tokyo in spring, and it would definitely not be the last group.
Recently, the customs has added several entry gates, and many new-faced staff have joined the post. This is undoubtedly a good thing, but superior leaders still receive complaints from some old employees from time to time, saying that they have glimpsed the private exchanges of new employees.
They made some bad remarks, formed cliques, etc., but these complaints were ignored by the leaders. After all, there hasn't been any trouble so far.
Old Tang grabbed his suitcase and trotted into the customs gate in the bright sky. He showed his documents and answered a few simple questions. During this period, he also showed off his not-so-pure Japanese to the customs lady. He was attracted by the other party.
He laughed and commented that it was too 'girlish', which made him a little confused - he learned his Japanese from anime.
After leaving the customs gate, Old Tang didn't take two steps in the airport before he saw the person picking him up. She was a petite woman about 1.5 meters tall who was wearing a white suit and black silk gloves. She had light makeup on her face and hands.
Inside, he held a pick-up sign with the name Ronald Tang, which was Lao Tang’s full English name.
Old Tang carried his suitcase and walked up to this petite woman. He rubbed his chin and looked her up and down. With Old Tang's height, he wanted to look at this woman and lowered his head. Before coming to Japan, he did not expect to use the phone in the pyramid.
A woman with such a majestic voice and an undeniable voice is actually so short. In Japanese culture, this should be called a 'legal loli'?
"Ronald Tang?" The woman also noticed Old Tang, who had been blocking her for a while, and looked up at the man wearing a Hawaiian-style shirt, beach pants and sandals.
"Yes, it's me. Are you the task employer?" Old Tang clicked his tongue, thinking that his voice was also a legal Lolita sound. Surprisingly, his English speaking taste was quite correct, without the 'L' and 'S' commonly used by Japanese.
Fuzzy problems.
"No, I'm not. I'm just the person responsible for your accommodation and travel during your mission." The petite woman said, "You can call me 'paco'."
"Paco?" Old Tang scratched the back of his head: "Your code name? It's a bit insincere. You all found out all my private information, but you didn't give me the corresponding information."
"You are a hunter, not a killer. In the hunter profession, private information is not precious. Most of the time, you are doing business in gray areas, not completely black dirty work. The exposure of your name is not important to you.
It will cause too much trouble, and judging from your past resume, you are not a gas canister who will be angry because your employer is investigating your identity." Paco put down the pick-up sign and erased Old Tang's name on it.
"Hey, I like to work with employers like you who have done enough preparation in advance. During the task, you only need to give orders and I will run the errands." Old Tang really didn't care and patted Paco's white cheeks familiarly.
He raised his eyebrows on his shoulders in a spotless suit and said, "What should we do next now? Eat an authentic Japanese meal or go to a massage spa?"
"Are you here for vacation?" Paco looked up at Old Tang and walked towards the airport gate: "Shouldn't you ask about your $5 million mission before you indulge in fun?"
"Oh, yes, business is important, business is important." After hearing the 500 US dollars, Old Tang's head was immediately filled with banknotes. He rubbed his hands, pulled the suitcase and followed Paco.
The two of them left Narita Airport, and an extended Hummer off-road vehicle parked on the side of the road. The driver and bodyguard in black opened the door for them, took Old Tang's luggage and put it in the trunk. There was a spacious space in the back of the door.
The private space is completely separated from the cab. There is a cashmere carpet in front of the kangaroo leather sofa, a small refrigerator, a wine cabinet that jingles as the vehicle starts, and even an LCD TV playing current news.
Damn, it’s so fucking luxurious.
This was Old Tang's first reaction, and then he guessed how much it would cost to buy such a top-notch luxury car. I'm afraid that just the interior of the car would have taken him three or four missions to earn it back.
Right? Sure enough, the capitalists who play with their brains are better off than those who rely on their talents to survive. I regret not studying hard in the first place.
Paco bent over and walked to the wine cabinet, took out two square glasses, poured a glass of whiskey and a glass of juice respectively, handed the whiskey to Old Tang, and held the juice: "Would you like ice cubes?"
"It's not that particular." Old Tang rubbed the glass while holding the whiskey: "How about talking about the specific details of the mission? Let's talk about it first. I have read the information about the mission target you gave me, and he is still just an underage child.
Right? The bottom line of my conscience is that I can only accept kidnapping, but not murder or above."
"Is there any difference?" Paco took a sip of juice and sat on the opposite sofa: "An order of 5 million can break through the bottom line of many people. If our price is 500,000, then your bottom line will be 'Only
Accept beatings, cannot accept kidnapping and above. On the contrary, if I increase the original 5 million US dollars to 50 million now, then you will have no bottom line at all."
Old Tang frowned while holding the whiskey and opened his mouth, wanting to spew out some righteous words. When he saw Paco staring at him expressionlessly, he suddenly felt that what this woman said made sense, and he couldn't refute it.
, but in the end he could only coyly say: "There is still a bottom line, 50 million can't buy my virginity - he is a boy, unless the partner is a girl."
"What about 500 million?" Paco asked.
"Then in my eyes he can be a woman." Old Tang nodded and said with a straight face.
"The US$500 million order is not used for this. Even for us, US$500 million is a large amount of money. Money is not picked up. Even laundering money is a troublesome process." paco
While narrating with a calm face, he conveyed a message to Old Tang - money is really not a problem for this group of people, it just depends on how much you can contribute and how much you can take out of their wallets.
"Then let's negotiate back 5 million U.S. dollars. The boss behind you specifically called me and asked me to take on this mission by name. The purpose probably wasn't to 'kill' or 'harm' the underage mission target.
?" Old Tang nodded and said.
"Indeed, if we wanted to see blood, we wouldn't look for you. Instead, we would choose to go to Europe and invite 'Cinderella'." Paco said.
Hearing the word 'Xindiruila', Old Tang shrank his head. It was a sign of fear and fear. The hunter website can be regarded as a gray area, and the gray area means that there is contact with both the righteous path and the secret path.
It's also slightly related. The 'Cinderella' mentioned by Paco is an out-and-out evil star in the secret passage. When you hear the name, you can think of mottled corpses, bloody internal organs and mutilated knives with bones and residue.
.
This kind of guy is a well-known legend of murder and kidnapping, along with the likes of ‘Night Devil’, ‘Chong Shui’ and ‘Executioner’.
No one on the hunter website knows about them, but no one has ever seen them, because everyone who has seen them is dead - oh, there are exceptions, and that is the 'Night Stalker', this guy is on the Global Killer website
There are only a few people who take orders publicly and know her appearance.
But Old Tang wishes he had nothing to do with these things for the rest of his life. After being a hunter for so many years, his hands are not absolutely clean, but compared to guys like 'Night Demon' and 'Cinderella', he is simply pure and kind.
It's like a fat little white rabbit that grew up eating cabbage.
"I said, don't mention such horror stories in broad daylight, okay?" Old Tang now understood. This time his employer was a real expert, unlike the previous mission where he explored all the pyramids.
Sou Sou, a country bumpkin who can be scared by his old Tang.
"It doesn't matter if I mention it. After all, except for 'Executioner', you will have the chance to bump into him during this mission. In addition, 'Boogeyman' and 'Heavy Water' will also meet them if you are lucky." Paco licked the juice from the corner of his mouth:
"It's too late for you to get out of the car now, the door is locked."
Old Tang silently took back his hand on the car handle.
"In addition, the car windows are also bulletproof glass." Paco once again reminded Old Tang, who had turned his gaze to the car window: "It's useless to kidnap me. I'm just Boss's maid - you have Chinese ancestry, so you should also
I have learned about Chinese historical stories. In ancient times, maids were bought and used as consumables. So if I die, the boss will just replace me with a new maid and come to you with a boarding pass."
"Is it too late for me to get out of the car now?" After all possibilities of escape were blocked, Old Tang silently said what he should have said long ago.
"Your people are already here, and one-tenth of the 5 million U.S. dollars in deposit was remitted to your private account in Switzerland at 6:00 Tokyo time this morning. You must have received the text message on the plane and was very worried.
The probability will also whistle happily. So what we are talking about now is a transaction. We have drawn up a contract on the electronic network. In a sense, this is a 'contract' between you and your employer.
No one can escape before the 'contract' is completed, this is an iron rule." Paco said calmly.
"Damn it, then the hell did I know that this mission was so outrageous? What kind of mission would give me the opportunity to meet those guys in the horror stories? And three of them at the same time?" Old Tang complained loudly and even more enthusiastically.
Whiskey was shocked, and Paco wisely picked up the bottle and gave him a refill.
"No, you said that the target of my mission is an underage boy. If the mission targets a 'person', then those three damn guys are not going to kill him, right?" Old Tang suddenly realized something.
Possibility: "Since you don't want to kill him or kidnap him, then you want to..."
"Are you trying to say that we hired you to protect that boy from those embryo killers?" Paco said the second half of his sentence for Old Tang, who's face turned almost the same color as whiskey.
But Paco shook his head and rejected his conjecture: "Although your position in the industry is 'all evil spirits are immune' and 'lucky stars shine brightly', I think your good luck should only work on real 'evil evil spirits'"
As with 'Ghosts', although those guys are terrifying as they roar with ghosts, it doesn't mean that your luck can't match the guns and knives in their hands."
"It's great that you understand this fact." Old Tang let out a sigh of relief like a ball.
"So, knowing your position, we naturally hired you for your position." Paco said, leaving her seat and walking to the corner next to the sofa, where there was a silver password suitcase. She carried the password box
He came out and placed it in front of Old Tang: "Your previous job was to haunt all kinds of places with gods and ghosts, relying on your strange good luck and your 'righteous' constitution like the water-avoiding pill, and we also want to
Give full play to your skills and act as a courier."
"Courier?" Old Tang was stunned.
"This time your mission is to deliver this lockbox to the mission target safely and accurately. At the same time as the mission target signs for the express delivery, the remaining US$4.5 million, other than the deposit, will be remitted to your Swiss bank account." Paco stretched out his hand lightly.
He pressed lightly on the password box.
"Then why do you say that I have a chance to meet those scary guys from 'Cintierra'? It's impossible for those guys to come to deliver express like me, right?" Old Tang doubtfully carried the suitcase to the sofa seat next to him.
superior.
"Oh no." Paco shook his head: "They are just as you guessed, they are indeed here to kill the boy. You don't know that the turmoil on the hunter website some time ago is normal. After all, you have been in Africa where information is limited. But the specific situation
You don't need to understand, as a courier you don't need to know too many details." Paco nodded.
"But I'm still curious. So many monsters went to kill an underage boy? You said that boy was a mixed race. Could it be that he was a gift from a certain crown prince's love?" Old Tang swallowed.
"Did you make a mistake?" Paco asked back: "The one who can be hunted by so many monsters...shouldn't it be the most powerful monster?"