Appointment in Manhattan, two o'clock in the morning.
In the streets surrounded by high-rise buildings, the hustle and bustle of the city still continues. The brilliant lights extend in the long street that can be seen at a glance. The traffic flow is still dense. There are only slightly fewer pedestrians on the roadside than during the day. The homeless people,
There were more beggars and some young people in strange clothes. Police cars were parked on the side of the road. Two policemen were holding coffee and standing by the telephone pole chatting. The white steam coming out of the coffee mixed with the heat of talking and breathing.
Together, at some point, people subconsciously stopped, stretched out their hands, and looked up at the night sky in the street surrounded by high-rise buildings.
Pieces of goose feather snowflakes fell from the sky.
As Christmas approaches, New York gets its first snow of the winter.
In the all-night "St. John" restaurant located at the corner of the road, through the huge floor-to-ceiling glass windows, people who were still resting inside were pleasantly surprised to talk about the heavy snow that was falling.
The background music has a slightly dull atmosphere. The arrival of the first snow has undoubtedly brought new vitality to the restaurant. Everyone has a real and relaxed smile on their face, talking about the snow and some really interesting things.
things.
This restaurant covers an area of about four to five hundred square meters, with simple and elegant decoration and sufficient lighting. At this time, the restaurant is about 80% full of customers, mostly relatively young men and women, mostly employees of nearby companies and office buildings who work all night, come here to relax
Taking a nap, most of these people are drinking coffee, and some of them don’t know where to go on this Christmas night. Most of these people have wine in front of them, and they drink it without saying a word. From time to time, someone opens the door and comes in, subconsciously
I patted the snowflakes on my shoulders and ordered something at the counter to be packed away.
In the corner seat near the window of the restaurant, a girl in white is sitting there. She is wearing a white tennis hat with a Nike logo. Under the brim is a delicate face full of oriental flavor. She is holding a book in her hand.
I was flipping through the book quietly. A white windbreaker was hung on the side of the chair. The warm woolen sweater outlined a figure that was a bit poor compared to Westerners but as an Oriental, it was perfect. The woolen sweater was also white, matching the figure.
The snowy scene outside the window seemed to blend in perfectly. She was wearing blue-grey trousers, one leg was placed on top of the other. There was a cup of coffee in front of her. She seemed to be cold because she had stayed for a while, but she was not.
I don't mind, I occasionally put down my book, take a sip of coffee, and then look out the window at the snowy scene with a smile.
Even in the cosmopolitan city of New York, it is rare to see such a nearly perfect Chinese girl. After a while, a mature and charming man about thirty years old, wearing restaurant work clothes, walked away with another cup of hot coffee.
He came over and gently changed the coffee cup in front of the girl. The girl raised her head slightly and glanced at him: "I didn't ask for service."
"Your coffee has gone cold. This cup is for free."
"Yeah." She didn't feel too surprised. The girl nodded, then lowered her eyes. She turned a page in the book in her hand and said lightly: "Thank you."
It was a little difficult to speak. The man thought to himself that maybe he often received such inexplicable preferential treatment. Then he naturally pulled out the chair on the other side and sat down there: "If you don't mind, I would like to introduce myself.
My name is Sam Elliott. You are the chef of this restaurant. Are you Chinese?"
Smiling, the woman closed the book and raised her head: "If you are the chef of this restaurant, then I think you should go back to the kitchen in the back."
The chef smiled and ignored the expulsion in her words: "Japanese?"
Shaking her head, the woman looked out the window at the snowy streets. The traffic was still busy coming and going. The snowflakes melted when they landed on the ground. But the goose feather snowflakes flying in the sky and the white steam when people breathed still brought a cold feeling.
Hint, in front of her, the chef still spoke with a smile that was very pleasing to people.
"Then we are Chinese. I have been to China several times, Beijing, Hong Kong, Hangzhou, China is very good..."
"Thank you." The woman took a sip of coffee, then said frankly with a smile, "I hate the United States. If possible, I hope I don't have to come here."
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From a purely artistic perspective, this is a room with absolutely no aesthetics. Of course, from a purely practical perspective, it has sufficient lighting, reasonable placement, and various modern facilities and instruments, hanging on metal
The huge display screen on the wall, neatly arranged bookshelves, and folders are all designed with efficiency in mind, which is the standard American style.
"... Dear Mr. Castro, in order to express our gratitude to you, Mr. Yushou asked us to bring you this time. In addition to thanking you, there is also this plan for the next step of our cooperation.
As we all know, Japan's Takamagahara, China's Yanhuang Awakening and Northern Europe's Dark Tianqin have already made preliminary alliances after the last meeting, so that currently we are still in a defensive stage in Asia, and Japan's
What the government expects is stability. After they intervened, we also suffered a lot of restrictions..." The voice of conversation came to mind in the room, "There is a famous saying in China, which is called lip death and tooth coldness, so Mr. Yu Shou hopes that everyone can temporarily put aside the past.
After New York, we will also go to South America, Australia and Europe. We hope that Mr. Castro and Mr. Gomori can jointly launch an initiative..."
"About this matter, before you get on the plane, Mr. Yushou has already spoken with me on the phone, so there will definitely be no problem." Mr. Castro, who was sitting inside, smiled, "However, regarding certain things, the organization
There are still different views... Tracing back to the roots, Pei Luojia was named Death Color Bodhi a long time ago and originated in China. After hundreds of years of evolution, it has evolved into the current organization that spans the world. Obviously, in some aspects, it has
Essential changes have taken place. We don’t think that the integrity of the organization is necessarily good. The majority of the Perrogan forces in Northern Europe are the French. At present, they have almost become liberals fighting for Corsica’s independence.
Soldiers, we all know that Corsica is a sacred land, and it is of course an independent country. I admire their spirit very much, but I must admit that they can no longer be called killers, and in North America
, we are not all in the killing business, you know. We are even involved in politics..."
There are many internal contradictions in the entire Peiroga. Although the relationship between the American Ministry and the Japanese headquarters is relatively good, there are naturally some people they dislike. They talk about free Corsica, but they are pragmatic towards the French.
The romantic mood is hopelessly unfavorable. In their view, these idiots express their unique sentiments and tastes by everything they can object to. Since several very unpleasant cooperations, the two parties have turned against each other.
, there are also some frictions between South America and North America, but the Australian branch has always had little sense of existence. It doesn’t want to see everyone, and everyone doesn’t want to see him...
Of course, these are all small things. When we need to unite, we can still temporarily unite. After all, we are facing many crises. Since the last attempt to kill James and blame Yanhuang Awakening failed, the Miracle of Creation has also
He has been looking for trouble with the American Pei Luojia... After talking for a while, the two parties came to the most practical matter this time.
"About Zhang Yahan. We are not trying to kill her. For such a killer who is as strong as Tulip, we have always maintained a considerable sense of awe. However, since the gods Wu Nian acted without authorization, there has been little between the two sides.
There is room for buffering. As far as we know, although Yanhuang Awakening has been protecting this person, Miss Tulip actually has no intention of truly cooperating with Yanhuang Awakening. She is a truly free person, so as long as there is one of her
Regarding the hostage we are concerned about, we will be able to take considerable initiative from now on. Of course...if she goes to Japan, we will have no choice but to kill her, but it will be very troublesome after all. This is unnecessary...
"
"We understand this. But as far as we know, Yanhuang Awakening responded very quickly this time. It seems that some of them were here before Miss Zhang arrived in the United States. They rushed over as soon as possible to deal with that
Miss Zhang started to protect her." Castro smiled, "Of course, don't worry, we will not take this protective power lightly, even if Mr. Cui Guohua, who is said to be immortal, is here...this is the United States after all.
"Protecting is more troublesome than destroying."
"Of course we understand the power of the American Ministry." The Japanese envoy agreed with a smile, "Besides, the Yanhuang Awakening should also be an unwelcome person in the United States, right?"
"Haha, if in normal times, the FBI and the National Security Bureau had been together. Due to the last incident, the Miracle of Creation was also very hostile to us, and they used their influence within the government. This time, they should not help both sides. Of course,
…I like the two sides to help each other.”
With a toothy smile, the phone on the table rang. The man named Castro picked it up. After a moment, he hung up again: "In fact, our people have completed the preliminary survey. I think we
The operation can be carried out tomorrow. By then, perhaps Mr. Watanabe will be able to take Miss Zhang back to Japan. I think this will definitely be a very pleasant journey..."
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Snowflakes were still flying in the air, and in the restaurant, the chef was still talking.
"Then we think we'll have something in common. Likewise, I hate New York..."
Frankly speaking, this is indeed a very attractive man. Even though the conversation was a bit presumptuous, his smile was very sincere, his way of speaking was not annoying, and he didn't look like a playboy. If he talks in normal times,
, at least most of the girls would smile and nod in agreement, and a small number of girls might even be nymphomaniacs. However, before he could follow the woman's words and explain why he hates New York, the woman looked at a car parked on the roadside.
The car had already stood up with a smile, picked up the windbreaker, and put the money on the table.
"It is said that if you believe in the Lord, you will be forgiven of any sin."
When she said something like this, the man was suddenly confused and nodded subconsciously. Then he saw that the woman was holding a Bible. However, it looked like it was probably the crudest and cheapest pirated Bible in the world.
This is clear at a glance.
"Thank God."
The voice seemed a bit sarcastic, but other than that, she didn't say anything else. She put on her windbreaker and walked straight out the door. When she opened the door and walked out, the sky was filled with snowflakes.
The man opened his mouth wide, and after a long time he let out a helpless breath. A male waiter came over to pack his things and said with a smile: "Sam? Do you also get rejected sometimes?"
"Occasionally, there will always be." He smiled casually, but his eyes turned to the window involuntarily, following the Chinese girl, and saw her walking towards this side again along the street, snowflakes falling on her tennis hat and coat.
The scene of the market remains the same, with bright street lights, a steady flow of traffic, two policemen chatting in a police car on the corner of the street, a small car not far away opened the door, and an ordinary man packed coffee and egg tarts from the restaurant, and brought
I got into the car with my bag, and the car seemed to be about to drive away.
In front of the window, the woman stopped, as if she remembered something, and followed the man to the parking place on the street. At this time, the man had already entered the car. The woman leaned against the car window and said something, which could be vaguely seen.
A round object was attached to the front window of the vehicle. For a moment, the expression and movements of the person in the car seemed a little strange.
What are they talking about?
I couldn't help but have such doubts in my heart. Looking from behind, I saw that the woman's body seemed to move, and the glass on the front door suddenly shattered. Before I had time to realize what was going on,
The woman's windbreaker suddenly lifted up. In her hands, she held two submachine guns. One gun was pointed at the person in the car window, and the other gun was just against the gun of an American who rushed out of the rear door.
head.
I'm afraid he will never forget what happened at that moment in his life.
In an instant, gunfire rang out, and it could be heard clearly even in the restaurant. Through the transparent glass window, in the heavy snow flying in the sky, the head exploded like a watermelon, blood spattered, and the gun
The mouth was pulled downwards without hesitation, and the entire body of the person was directly torn into pieces. The bullets passed through, and countless pieces of flesh and blood spread out. In an instant, a terrifying five or six meters long weapon was pulled out on the ground.
imprint.
Within a few seconds, the car was riddled with holes by wild gunfire. Two people inside were shot to a bloody pulp. One person escaped, but was killed by traffic after just a few steps.
It flew off, followed by a chaotic sound of horns and collisions, and a large-scale traffic accident occurred in an instant.
Putting her hand on the roof of the car, the woman's body turned over the car and walked directly towards the man who got up from the ground and wanted to escape. At the same time, the two policemen in the police car around the corner just reacted...