He took off his leather jacket, leggings, and leather boots.
Take off the military watch from your wrist.
Take off all the Asura's clothes.
Then, he packed it carefully and put it in the closet.
At this time, he became the security director of Qiu Group, Chen Zongheng.
The identity changes so quickly.
He has undergone the most professional transformation training.
He is the top killer in Yanxia.
Can transform into another person's identity overnight.
Silent and flawless.
That multiple identities became the secret hidden under his endless soul.
He turned around, walked into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and started taking a cold shower.
In the cold winter of December, with temperatures below zero degrees Celsius, I still showered with cold water.
This level of physical fitness is simply unbelievable.
Use shower gel to clean away all the smoke and bloody smell on your body.
Then, he slowly walked out of the bathroom.
Naked, I came to the cloakroom.
Put on a white shirt and trousers.
Wear a tie.
Put on a black suit jacket.
Button your shirt one by one.
Then, he raised his wrist and put on the Omega watch again.
After putting on everything, he regained his elegant and cold identity.
Chen Zongheng.
I stood in front of the mirror and stared at my own appearance for a long time.
There are almost no flaws visible.
The only thing that can be noticed is the tiny wound scar on his neck.
This scar was accidentally scratched by the warhead of a missile when it exploded on the battlefield last night.
Although it was only a subtle trace, it still aroused Chen Zongheng's serious vigilance.
He is an extremely cautious person, and he will never let any clues about himself be exposed to everyone.
The exposure of a tiny detail, for him...maybe, is the reveal of his identity.
Therefore, he would never allow it.
The scar on the neck may not be visible to ordinary people.
But... those senior military experts could tell at a glance... that it was scratched by missile fragments.
Thinking back to the battle last night, the secret of his identity... might be leaked.
Although this possibility is extremely low, it cannot be ruled out.
He would never let the slightest chance of his identity being leaked.
So, he lit a cigarette.
Then, he used the burning cigarette butt...towards his neck...and pressed it hard!
"Zi..." The high temperature of the flame lit by the cigarette butt, the sound of burning skin, echoed in the air.
You can even feel the smell of your skin being burned!
But Chen Zongheng's face was calm and indifferent, and his pupils did not shrink at all.
Of course he... could feel the pain.
But he didn't waver at all.
This level of concentration is simply terrifying.
After a few seconds, he slowly moved the cigarette butt away.
On the neck, the tiny scar from the bomb had been deformed by the heat, and the scar was covered up.
It turned into a red cigarette butt burn mark.
After taking care of everything, he threw away the cigarette butt.
He carefully covered the scar on his neck with his suit collar.
I dried my hair with a hair dryer, then turned around and walked out of the cloakroom.
But after he took a few steps, he suddenly stopped again.
He returned to the cloakroom, took out a bottle of men's perfume, and lightly sprayed it on his clothes a few times.
His body still had the strong and pungent smell of gunpowder and gunpowder smoke... This kind of smell would be difficult to get rid of in a while.
In order to cover up the smell of gunpowder, he could only cover it up with perfume.
After handling all this, Chen Zongheng walked out of the villa.
The pink Lamborghini was still parked in front of the villa under the autumn frost.
He opened the car door and carefully checked inside the Lamborghini sports car seat.
After confirming that there were no traces, he got into the car.
He stood up in his Lamborghini, stepped on the accelerator... and flew directly to the Qiu family villa across the street dozens of meters away.
8:30 am.
In the Qiu family villa, breakfast has been prepared.
At this time, the Qiu family of four were sitting at the dining table, waiting for Mr. Chen to arrive.
According to usual habits, Mr. Chen usually arrives around 8:30, has breakfast, and then rushes to work with Qiu Yiren.
At this time, the time was already 8:30 on the hour.
The second hand on the wall clock rotates second by second.
Just when the second hand jumped to 59 seconds.
Suddenly... there was an engine roar outside the villa door.
Immediately afterwards, there was a sudden braking.
A few seconds later, Chen Zongheng's calm and elegant figure slowly walked... into the villa.
Not a minute is missing, not a second is missing.
At exactly the last second of 8:30.
Stepped into the villa.
Not late.
"You're finally here? I'm almost starving after waiting!" At the dining table, the little witch Qiu Shuangxia muttered dissatisfiedly, "What were you doing in my Lamborghini last night?!"
"Bar." Chen Zongheng's eyes were cold and he replied with two words.
Under the Autumn Frost:......???
I can’t tell... this pretty boy can still go out in a bar??
The sister Qiu Yiren on the side... also had a face full of astonishment???
"Which bar?? Next time you go to the bar, take me with you? I'm a magic dragon... I can drink 2 sets per person~!" Qiu Shuangxia said excitedly.
"Don't be ridiculous." Qiu Huaihai, the father on the side, said something, interrupting his daughter's nonsense.
"Xiao Chen is here, sit down quickly... let's have a meal together."
Qiu's mother Luo Xiangnan greeted her softly.
Chen Zongheng's eyes were calm and cold, and he nodded...then stepped on his leather shoes and walked straight to the dining table.
He pulled open an empty chair next to Qiu Yiren and slowly took a seat.
But the moment Chen Zongheng sat down.
Qiu Yiren on the side was slightly startled with her beautiful eyes??
Because...she smelled a faint smell of perfume?
This perfume...is coming from Mr. Chen?
She turned her head in confusion, with a look of astonishment on her face... Looking at Mr. Chen on the side?
this???
Mr. Chen has never... been a person who likes to wear perfume?!
But today...why did he suddenly wear perfume??
And... such a strong mint men's perfume?
"Eh... did you... wear perfume today??" At the same time, Qiu Shuang, the sister next door, took a sniff and keenly smelled the fragrance floating in the air... and asked doubtfully.
Chen Zongheng's eyes were calm, he sat on the chair, nodded lightly, and acknowledged.
The little witch Qiu Shuangxia's face was full of astonishment...she looked at him in confusion and confusion.
This pretty boy has never worn perfume before?! Today, the sun is rising in the west?!
Something's happening! There must be something going on here!
"Are you going on a blind date today??" the little witch asked curiously.
Huh~ As soon as these words came out, the scene... instantly became a little awkward.
"Shuangxia, don't be rude!" Qiu Yiren, the elder sister on the side, quickly shouted!
Chen Zongheng's eyes were calm, he lit a cigarette, and did not answer Qiu Shuangxia's question.
At the dinner table, the atmosphere became a little awkward.
The nanny started serving breakfast.
Steak, fried eggs, sandwiches, and hot milk.
At this moment, Chen Zongheng suddenly asked the nanny for a curry sauce.
Slowly apply the curry sauce with a pungent smell to the steak.
Then, he picked up the knife and fork and started eating.
The reason for applying curry sauce... was for no other reason... just to cover up the residual smell of gunpowder and gunpowder smoke on his body.
And just now, the cigarette he inadvertently lit... was also to... cover up his breath.
Because the smell of gunpowder smoke is very pungent and... the smell is special, most people can detect abnormalities after just a slight whiff.
Ordinary people, during the New Year celebrations... set off firecrackers once... the strong and pungent smell of gunpowder can remain on their bodies for a long time.
What's more, he experienced such a heroic killing last night?
The strong smell of gunpowder and blood... was difficult to eliminate for a while... so he could only use this method to cover up the smell.
The pungent nicotine smell of cigarettes and the strong taste of Indian curry, neutralize each other, and they will merge into...a smell similar to gunpowder smoke.
In this way, the smell of gunpowder and smoke on his body can also be used as an excuse...to cover up the past.