The ninth volume last manoeuvre the fourth seventy-eighth bitch
In the afternoon, I sent Xun off to Jianghai at Sapporo Airport and ate at a nearby restaurant. It was still some time before his flight. Jiaming sat in the airport lobby reading the newspaper. In the afternoon with clear clouds and clear wind, he had eaten at a nearby restaurant.
The first time I met Minamoto Yori as a partner was in such weather, in a square. If you like this, please go to... Chinese website to read the latest chapter ·
"This is our first meeting, please take care of me."
“Look out for each other.”
At that time, the governor Ouchi had just died, and his return from Europe was nothing more than an ordinary memory.
"Well, sometimes I don't want to do it anymore..."
Many years later, also in an airport, that person sighed casually. At that time, they had just completed a mission and hunted down a killer who betrayed Pei Luojia.
"Where can I go if I quit?" Jia Ming looked down at the newspaper and answered casually.
"It seems like it would be good to find a place to be an ordinary person."
"There will be retribution."
"Um?"
"The man left just now, we came to kill him. If we leave, someone will do the same thing. This is the relationship between cause and effect."
"…reasonably logical."
Minamoto Yori nodded. The two of them read newspapers and drank coffee together, waiting for the plane back.
"If I die, I have a woman I like...in Hokkaido..."
It was during a dilemma a few years later. Jia Ming looked at him and then nodded.
"Is this why you said you wanted to leave before?"
"Part of it, right?"
"It's okay to be together. Even if we are ordinary people... we have to go to work every day, and there are things we must do. How is it different from the fact that we occasionally kill people... Relatively speaking, I feel that we are more free..."
"How can it be that simple? Freedom...people like us...what should I do to help you if something happens to you?"
"If I die..."
He thought about it, but there was no one who needed to be notified, so that was fine. Amidst the hail of bullets, he rushed out.
"If I die, please help me kill that guy named Zhushen Wunian. I've been unhappy with him for a long time."
In the end, I can only think of this boring wish.
During that period of life, he was the companion who had been with him the longest. He later went to see that woman, saw her marry another man, saw the pain and cowardice of Minamoto no Yori, and the subsequent
The kind of power he came from was beyond the comprehension of many things. Sometimes he also thought that that person's life might be more valuable than his own. But in short, after Minamoto no Yoritomo died, he told the woman
After everything was over, the confusion about that word was like a seed that had been buried for too long, finally sprouting in my heart.
Yellow and white lights, red and green neon, early morning and dusk streets, warm and cold cities, hills, grasslands, deserts, oceans, forests, heavy rain, sunlight and milky white fog, all kinds of people, a period of life
.Looking back, you will find that, as if subtly, this world has imported various concepts and thoughts into your mind. However, until the beginning of rebirth, the cold foundation that was too solid in the previous life still dominates.
With everything in his life, the only thing that could make him gentle was the confusion in his heart.
Those people... what are they living for...
So, after experiencing too many things, he gradually understood it all. After twelve years of life, he finally gained enough weight to completely replace his previous life, and then he thought that maybe he should go see him.
, only then did I have this journey in front of me, face that person again, and wave goodbye to my previous identity.
He turned the page of the newspaper, and in the bright waiting hall, a tall beauty carrying a suitcase walked past him, her high heels making a refreshing sound on the ground.
Four years have made him miss a lot of things. Now he can only read the news here and there to make up for his lack of understanding of the world. He has never read much of the entertainment section, but after flipping through it today, he turned back to it again, frowning.
He frowned at the interview with a European and American singer. It was probably a girl singer who is quite popular in Europe now. There was a photo attached to it. He continued to read it for half a minute, and then his phone rang.
The call was made by Lingjing and Shasha from Jianghai. They had already received the call from someone who had just gotten off the plane. When they saw her injured appearance, they couldn't help complaining. She was obviously there to help, but she was still injured like this. It was really worse than before.
It was too much, so Jia Ming had to smile bitterly.
While talking on the phone like this, Jiaming casually looked outside the airport. A group of people gathered on one side of the square, holding slogans and wearing headscarves. They were giving speeches feverishly. They were a group of right-wingers who demanded revision of the education system.
Although there were not many people coming in and out of the airport at this time, there were some Japanese people watching. In a corner of Jia Ming's field of vision, a young man wearing blue and white casual clothes and carrying a huge travel backpack was also hiding.
Behind a flower bed in the blind spot of the group's view, it looked like there was indeed something ghostly about Lele.
He just took a casual glance and noticed that this person was also sensitive to blind spots out of habit. He turned around and started talking on the phone for a few seconds when a stone suddenly flew past in his field of vision.
With a scream of "Ah", the lecturer standing on the small homemade platform was shot in the forehead, blood spurted out, and then fell backwards. The scene suddenly became chaotic, and the figure of the young man behind the flower bed quickly disappeared.
When helping the right-wingers rush over, it seems that they were unable to catch the murderer immediately.
This kind of fanatical right-wingers are somewhat related to the Japanese underworld. On the one hand, they rushed the man who was hit on the head to the hospital in a panic. On the other hand, they quickly took out embroidery knives and other items from some bags they carried.
People started looking for suspicious people near the square. Jia Mingchao took a few glances at the square.
At this time, the year had already appeared swaggeringly among the crowd entering the square. One) (walked over to the departure hall, holding a digital camera in his hand, and quietly pressed the shutter on the group of right-wingers. At this time, he could take pictures
What you see is naturally the vicious side of this group of people.
Looking at the whole process, Jiaming couldn't help but laugh. After talking to Lingjing for a while, the young man had already entered the waiting hall and walked past Jiaming. Then he heard Jiaming calling, but stopped.
They came down, spent a while, and said to each other: "Chinese?"
Jiaming nodded, and the young man whispered: "Me too." He sat down on the chair in front of Jiaming, holding his travel bag, and watched with interest the gang of right-wingers running around outside. The rocks were thrown just now.
He was hit in the forehead, and blood flowed all over the floor. This matter can be big or small. These people were holding bamboo knives, and they were filled with anger because their companions were beaten. In their hearts, of course, they also considered themselves to be staunch patriots. At this time, they watched a man in the square.
People stopped someone and asked if they were Chinese, and they would not stop until they spoke Japanese. There were police in the square, but there was nothing they could do in the face of this aggressive group of fanatics.
After a while, it seemed that some people said something to the leader, and suddenly a group of people came towards the departure hall. Several security guards at the door quickly stopped them. Some people asked the airport to show the surveillance video just now, and others
Most people took advantage of the lack of security and rushed directly into the hall.
At this time, Jiaming also ended the call with Lingjing. The young man opposite smiled and stretched out his hand: "Hello, my name is Xie Baoshu." Then he said the name of a small town in southern China, and Jiaming also smiled at him.
Shaking hands: "Gu Jiaming, come from Jianghai.
"
Xie Baoshu looked at the commotion on the side of the hall and smiled innocently: "What are they doing?" Jia Ming laughed in his heart. The two were actually about the same age, but Jia Ming's temperament was a little calmer at this time. Xie Baoshu
He showed the youthful innocence that a young man should have, but his expression was the same as Jiaming's when he was playing pranks or harming others. Naturally, he pretended not to know anything at this time: "Right-wingers who demand revision of textbooks are being taken advantage of."
Something was broken."
"Wow... you deserve it." The group's request to see the surveillance video naturally received no reply in a short period of time. In fact, even if they got the surveillance video, it would be useless. The place behind the flower bed happened to be a blind spot for surveillance, and it would not
I don’t know if Xie Baoshu was lucky or he knew it from the beginning, but a large group of people holding bamboo knives were everywhere in the lobby asking people if they were Chinese. Although the airport quickly mobilized security, naturally it couldn’t be settled in a few minutes.
.Jia Ming and Na Xie Baoshu were watching all this, and two men holding bamboo knives also came close.
"Hey, are you Chinese? Talk!"
Xie Baoshu blinked and turned his head sideways: "Hey, can you understand what they are saying?"
"Ask if we are Japanese, let us say a few words to prove it." Then he turned around and said in Japanese: "I am Chinese, what can I do?" Xie Baoshu over there nodded, expressing understanding.
"Uh...Moxi Moxi, Yadie, the messy one inside me...Keji, Igu Igu, the flower girl Yoxiyoxi...oh, and Baga..."
At this time, several security guards were running towards us not far away. The two of them had already exchanged a few words in Chinese. As soon as this patchwork of Japanese was spoken, the right-winger in front of him couldn't restrain his anger and said, "
"Baga", he raised his knife and was about to rush over. Xie Baoshu raised his camera and clicked the shutter, turned around and was about to run away. The next moment, the man was kicked out by Jiaming.
This small commotion did not bring too many obstacles to travel. After all, Jiaming had some reservations. As for the airport, what they wanted was to suppress the troublemakers. Jiaming would talk to Xie Baoshu again.
After a few words, it seems that this is just a simple young man, and his character even has some naive elements. He took Jiaming's next flight, which was all bound for Europe, but Jiaming was going to Venice.
He will change planes en route to Albania.
It was just a chance encounter, but it was not enough to take him to heart. A dozen minutes later, Jia Ming got on the plane. About eight hours later, the plane arrived in Venice. Due to the magical power of time zones, it was still afternoon here.
As soon as he left the airport, someone came to pick him up. What informed him of this fact was an ultra-long-range armor-piercing sniper bullet. On the sunny afternoon, the bullet passed through the sky above Shuicheng, passed by Jiaming, and exploded.
The window of a Cadillac in the parking lot behind was so powerful that the front and rear glass shattered into snowflakes all over the sky.
Jia Ming looked behind him for two seconds and blinked lazily. Then his phone rang and he pressed the call button: "Hello."
"Long time no see, you're not dead yet, and you're much more handsome."
"That's what they say... I came from Japan today. When I was about to get on the plane, a kid stopped me and said, 'Brother, you are so handsome.' I slapped him on the spot..."
"What's wrong?"
"nonsense."
"Haha...your sense of humor is getting more and more annoying..."
"If you don't like this...it's negotiable...I didn't expect some things, so there's no need to be angry with me..."
"We'll see if you survive."
Jia Ming wanted to speak, but the beep on the other end hung up. He looked helplessly at his phone and sighed. In front of the road, several high-speed sports cars had left the road and crashed in this direction amid violent roars...
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