The autumn rain in Amsterdam, the Netherlands, continues to fall. The Netherlands looks even more romantic in the rain. Medieval-style houses can be seen everywhere. Home-grown flowers and plants are placed on the balconies of residents, and there are large fields of tulips on the roadside.
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Ren He was walking slowly on his way back to the hotel carrying his cello case. There were not many pedestrians on the street.
At this time, police sirens roared from far away, as if something terrible had happened.
When the police car passed by Ren He, Ren He happened to pass by a small coffee shop that was about to close. The reason why it was called small was because it was just a small window on the roadside. There are many such coffee shops in Europe.
These small shops are more popular, most notably in Italy, a country where almost everyone drinks coffee.
Sometimes, the best coffee comes from these small shops. Ren He has heard about it all his life. He silently looked at the police car heading towards the Park Tower Hotel, turned to the boss and asked: "Are they still selling coffee?"
The boss was a middle-aged Dutchman. He was stunned when he heard Ren He's question and said with a smile: "Sell, what do you want to buy?"
Ren He seemed to have heard someone say in his previous life that black coffee is very delicious if you savor it carefully. He didn't quite understand: "Let's have a cup of black coffee."
The boss washed his hands and got busy again. The coffee grinding machine started ringing again, and Ren He stood on the roadside waiting.
"Are you coming to the Netherlands to study music?" The boss chatted with Ren He. At this time, it seemed that they were the only two people left on the street.
"Yes," Ren He nodded: "I'm here to learn music."
"When I was young, I also wanted to learn music. What I wanted to learn was piano, but I gave up halfway. Young man, you must hold on," the boss said while busying his hands: "There was a girl at my door a while ago.
She plays the violin very well. Listening to her play the violin every day makes me want to start learning piano again..."
Ren He didn't know why he had to talk so much with the middle-aged Dutch coffee shop owner, but after a battle, he felt a little need to release his mood.
He thought for a moment and said, "It's not too late to pick it up again."
"Haha, is it true?" The boss seemed a little happy when he heard what Ren He said. At this time, another three police cars passed by in the distance. He suddenly said worriedly: "I don't know what happened. The customer in the store just said
, the three loud noises just now were not thunder, but the sound of sniper rifles..."
The sound of the sniper rifle was so loud that it was only 200 meters from the hotel where Ren He fired, so it was normal for them to hear it.
"Sniper rifle? Really?" Ren He asked in surprise. Once the master-level acting skills are activated, it will be difficult for ordinary people to distinguish between true and false...
"I didn't expect that the security in Amsterdam is so bad now, and there are actually sniper rifles on the streets," the boss seemed to sigh: "But don't worry, young man, and study your music in Amsterdam with peace of mind. Such things were rare in the past, so don't be afraid."
Ren He felt happy in his heart. Of course he was not afraid anymore, because he fired the three shots himself. But this feeling of being comforted by passers-by for no reason seemed pretty good...
At this time, the black coffee Ren He asked for was ready. The boss handed it to Ren He and suddenly asked on a whim: "Can you play a cello for me? This cup of coffee is my gift to you?"
Ren He thought about it and found that he could only refuse. There was no cello in his box. If he took out a sniper rifle from the box, would his boss be scared to death?
Better say goodbye!
Ren He is now in the Netherlands. I'm afraid no one knows that an ordinary student like him is actually the madman who dared to ambush the CIA. This feeling is a bit like a knight in a martial arts novel.
, hiding deep merit and fame.
As he walked back, he took a sip of black coffee...
puff!
So bitter?!
Ren He's balls ached at that time. Why did this black coffee, which is said to be delicious when you taste it carefully, taste like this?
I am really a vulgar person, and I can’t appreciate this kind of thing, so I’d better just drink the instant drink...
Originally, Ren He's mood was still fluctuating after the battle. He took a slow walk in the rain just to adjust his mentality. Now all the problems have been solved by black coffee. Ren He only remembers that black coffee is really not suitable.
For him, all other things were forgotten.
By this time, the police had probably surrounded the Park Tower Hotel. Ren He casually searched for a nearby high-end hotel, checked into a room, put the cello case in, and then hung a Do Not Disturb sign at the door of the room before going out.
He still had to go back to the Park Tower Hotel. If he didn't go back at this time, it would be really bad if Chen Da and the others discovered that Ren He was missing after such a dangerous incident and reported it to the police.
Ren He didn't want to register his identity with the police station yet. All these clues might become clues in the CIA.
When we returned to the hotel, it turned out that many police cars were parked outside. The person in charge of the hotel was cooperating with the police in the lobby, and medical staff were carrying stretchers outside to transport bodies that had been covered with white sheets. These people were all dead.
, there is no possibility of rescue at all.
The medical staff were a little shocked when they saw such huge wounds on the corpse. There are very few medical staff who can come into contact with sniper rifle wounds...
All the guests in the hotel were gathered in the lobby of the hotel, waiting for the police to investigate and collect evidence. For example, they were asked if they heard anything or saw any suspicious people.
For this reason, the hotel has prepared a lot of snacks and tea for everyone, for fear that everyone will have a bad impression of the hotel.
When Ren He returned to the hotel, the police outside took a look and felt a little suspicious. When they were about to interrogate, Chen Da and other students in the hotel lobby waved to Ren He: "Ren He, here!"
They were cooperating in the interrogation, and the police also knew that one of their companions who participated in a drama competition was returning home from a drama competition. At this time, since his identity was proven, there was no further questioning.
The fact is that today's case is too big, and the people who came to the police already understand that this case will definitely be transferred to other departments with higher authority.
Some people think that the police in foreign countries are very good, the sky in foreign countries is blue, and the air in foreign countries is fresher, but Ren He doesn’t think so. In his previous life, a rape case that shocked the world in a small British town was not due to the negligence of the police.
Did they do their duty? The little girl went to call the police, but the police said that the little girl was selling her body and warned them not to call the police again in the future.
What is the use of such police? The sky in foreign countries may not be bluer than in China, and the air in foreign countries may not be fresher than in China.
Ren He stood among his classmates, listening to everyone discussing what happened in the hotel tonight, his mood unwavering.
