Gritting his teeth, silent words lingered on his lips, but he couldn't shout them out no matter what. Xiaoma and others were following behind. If Jia Ming really came to New York, there must be something he wanted to do, but here
At this moment, she wanted to see him once no matter what, even if it was just one meeting without saying anything, it would at least make her sure that he was really here...
There was a crowd of people in front of them, spreading information such as gun battles and mafia fights above, and the riot continued to expand step by step. People going up and down were escaping along the escalator downwards, shouting loudly one after another.
, there seemed to be guards at the rear trying to control order, but the effect was minimal. Xiaoma's voice kept ringing from behind, but she didn't dare to stay. In any case, since Jia Ming wanted to hide, he would never be in a place with familiar people.
Let her see it.
In the midst of the commotion, Yahan held on to the stair railing and tried her best to move down. She was almost squeezed to the ground several times. After going down one level, she went to another level, her eyes searching for the visible crowds, moving forward and backward.
It seemed that only the hair color and race could be distinguished from the heads. With great difficulty, I finally made it down to the first floor. The huge indoor fountain made ever-changing water patterns amidst the sound of music. The figures in front of me were also coming and going, but I couldn't find it no matter what.
Not seeing the figure she wanted to see, she turned back to look upstairs. The escalators going down were crowded with people. When she saw her turning back, her mother waved the shopping bag in her hand vigorously and swept across the first floor.
On the second and third floors, I found nothing but strange faces...
Gu Jiaming, don’t let me find you...
She was actually not sure whether Jiaming was here. She was just in a foreign country. Ever since she saw the figure who looked like Jian Suyan yesterday, she had subconsciously had this idea. Jiaming was very powerful. But very powerful.
The person may not be Jiaming, of course she understands this. However, when the hidden person fired, the feeling was so strong, and the constantly flashing figure resembled the elegant woman Jian Suyan... It made her run desperately
Come down.
Mom and the others were already going down the last flight of stairs. She turned around and walked a few steps in the crowd in a daze. Not far away, a tall and thin man squeezed out of the crowd in a panic and looked back. A little confused.
"No, two mafia families are fighting. This shopping mall is in chaos. I am following Zhang Yahan now. She is alone now, separated from the bodyguards and the fat man who awakened from the Yanhuang awakening..."
"Be careful Jian Suyan. Al. You are the best stalker. I don't want to lose you..."
"There is no suspicious person nearby. The situation is very confusing right now, and it is difficult to grasp the whole situation. Zhuang, I still have fifteen seconds to be safe..."
"You're thinking……"
"That's right."
"confident?"
"have."
"OK, good luck..."
After a concise conversation, he walked a few steps forward naturally and quickly. The group of bodyguards were halfway down the escalator. Zhang Yahan was walking blankly a few steps ahead, looking left and right. He naturally put his right hand into his clothes.
Six meters, five meters, four meters, three meters... getting closer...
There was only a distance of two meters, and it seemed that with one step, he could touch the back of the woman in front of him. With that step, he reached the back of a column, which was a blind spot that the bodyguards on the escalator couldn't see.
Just as he was about to pull out his gun, his body suddenly stiffened for a moment.
Someone pressed on the back of his head, and then another hand entered the edge of his eyes, gently wrapped around his neck, and then pulled it back, as if it was zippered. Everything happened in an instant.
, the hand pressing on the back of his head gently picked up the micro intercom on his earlobe, the chill on his neck seeped into his internal organs, his left hand pressed on his neck, blood seeped out from the incision made by the thin blade,
No matter what, I can't restrain it.
All the strength in her body seemed to be drained away in an instant. She was only one meter away from the woman in front of her, as if she was standing behind her. However, unable to speak or make any movement, the woman still turned her head in confusion.
, trotted away in one direction, staggered back a few steps, leaned his back on the pillar, and sat gently on the ground, blood coming out from his fingers...
A certain figure walked in the opposite direction, put on headphones, and turned on the communication channel.
"Hello Zhuang?"
"Who are you...how is Al?"
"He, listen carefully..." There was silence for a while, and a moment later, a woman's hysterical scream came from the noisy crowd: "Oh, for a well-educated lady to make such a sound, I think
She must have seen a lot of blood, and we have to rule out the horror movie factor, don’t you think?”
"Who are you? What do you want?"
"I want to talk to you about the person you want to deal with."
"What to talk about?"
"For example, the declaration of war between us, or the peace talks..."
In such a conversation, the people over there would naturally not know that Jiaming had casually disassembled the micro intercom, opened the watch cover, and pulled out a thin copper
Above, countless codes representing addresses scrolled on the watch screen.
The result of this form of so-called negotiation is of course meaningless. After a while, Jia Ming threw the micro machine to the ground and crushed it with his foot. He looked back at the more rioting crowd over there and wrote down his watch.
address on.
"Just like Detective Conan, isn't it..." muttering to himself, he turned around and joined the chaotic flow of people and walked out of the door.
The moment before the scream of "Ah——" rang out, Xiaoma and several bodyguards had already ran to Yahan's side: "Why were you running? Who did you see? Tell me..."
"I, I'm afraid... I saw it wrong, I don't know... I can't say..." Some people shook their heads at a loss, and then, the terrifying screams alarmed everyone around them, and they turned around.
I saw a man sitting on the ground leaning against a pillar in the hall, holding his neck tightly with his left hand. Blood flowed from between his fingers to his clothes. Although his eyes were still staring, he was obviously dead.
, or in other words... there is no possibility of treatment.
"Yahan, let's not...don't go there..." He dragged Yahan away who wanted to go over to see what was going on. The little mother stammered, talking far and near, and some people quickly avoided it. Some people hurriedly avoided it.
People gathered around him curiously and enthusiastically. Steamed Bun who was following him rushed forward first and squatted in front of him.
"What's wrong with you? What happened?"
He asked loudly, but it was obviously impossible for the other party to answer. He gently moved a finger on his neck, and more blood suddenly poured out. Seeing that the man's right hand was still in his clothes, he stretched out his hand and gently
Pulling it out gently, the man's right hand was pulled out. There was still a gun tightly clutched in his hand. Mantou was so frightened that he jumped two steps: "Wow..."
Seeing that the other party had a gun, he seemed to not want to worry about it anymore. He took out a tissue and wiped the blood on his hands. He walked back to the two women: "Well, it seems... someone cut his throat. He
He had a gun in his hand, and... I seemed to have the impression when I was going up the escalator that this person seemed to have deliberately approached Miss Zhang. Well, you were right over the pillar at the time. Did Mr. Chen have any impression?"
"Yes, I also have the impression that this person has been close to Miss." All trained professionals naturally have their own memory methods, and they can reproduce all the big and small things in a certain period of time in their minds. Then Mr. Chen
After recalling it, she nodded. My mother said in a panic: "Then... what does that mean?"
"It means that this person originally wanted to do harm to the young lady, but someone secretly gave him a try and saved the young lady... This person is very powerful..."
"Why...How could someone want to kill Yahan?" Suddenly hearing the news, my mother cried out anxiously.
"It's not necessarily a murder, it's probably a kidnapping..."
While Mr. Chen was explaining these things, Yahan from behind suddenly broke away from his mother's hand and ran a few steps closer to the dead man on the ground. He looked at the blood gushing out, but did not show any fear or nausea at all.
The next moment, she turned around and kept looking at the crowd around her.
"Yahan you..."
"Mom, don't come here!" Seeing that her mother was about to follow, Yahan ran two steps outside, waved her hands and shouted loudly. This time, her mother didn't give in at all, and said in a stern tone, "I don't care who it is.
!Don’t run around! You are in danger!”
"I'm not in danger, don't follow me! He will protect me!"
Speaking loudly, her face was so anxious that she was about to cry. After a while, Yahan shouted in a crying voice: "Don't follow me, I will go back, please, just this time..."
He will protect me and nothing will happen to me. I want to see him. If you follow me, he will not come out to see me. I want to see him so much, please..."
At this point, Yahan had already cried loudly, tears streaming down from her eyes. The little mother turned her head to the side, stretched out her hand to wipe her mouth and nose, looked straight at her, and spoke a little fast:
"You know, I'm not your biological mother... but I treat you as my own sister. It doesn't matter if you say I'm my biological daughter... So if something happens to you..." She suddenly yelled, "... then
I will die for you!"
"Thank you, Mom." Yahan laughed, wiped away her tears with her hands, turned around and ran out the door.
Looking at her running figure, the little mother stood there at a loss and said: "How did it become like this? We didn't offend anyone when we came to the United States this time... What the hell is going on!"
"Don't worry, Miss Zhang will be fine."
"Yeah, don't worry."
On the side, Mantou and Mr. Chen quickly comforted her.
Ahead, there is a crowd of people.
Opening the door, she rushed out of the wind and snow.