Beijing, outside the Third Ring Road, Dongfang Yijing Community.
A white BMW sedan drove into this community. This is an old-fashioned community. The walls of the residential buildings in the community have become somewhat mottled, and the paint has peeled off in some places.
The gate of the community is still the roller-type iron gate of the old community. The gatekeeper is an old man in his sixties wearing security uniform. When he saw the car driving in, he opened the iron gate.
The white BMW drove in slowly and stopped in a parking lot on the ground.
The car door opened, and a tall and graceful figure stepped out of the car. She was wearing a white professional suit and looked like a white-collar beauty.
She has a snow-white complexion, a beautiful face, and a unique personal charm in her every frown and smile.
She picked up several bags from the car, turned to look at the old man guarding the door, and said with a smile: "Uncle Liu, haven't you got off work yet?"
"Eh? Isn't this Xiao Fang? I haven't seen you for a long time, and you are on a business trip again?" Uncle Liu, the doorman, smiled, and his smile looked very friendly.
"Yes, this time the company sent me on a business trip for several months, and I just came back today." The white-collar beauty smiled, and she walked towards Uncle Liu and said, "By the way, I bought a lot of fruit on the way. You
Eat some, I can't eat so much by myself."
"No, no, no, Xiao Fang, don't be so polite..." Uncle Liu quickly shied away.
But the white-collar beauty had already taken out some fruits from the bag and placed them on the countertop of the security booth. There were a few apples, pears, and a bunch of bananas.
"Oh, Xiao Fang, you are so polite every time you come back, how embarrassing it makes me." Uncle Liu said.
"What's so embarrassing about this? Uncle Liu, it's even harder for you to still look after the door at such an old age?" The white-collar beauty smiled, then she said goodbye to Uncle Liu and walked towards the third unit building.
Uncle Liu looked at the back of the white-collar beauty, his eyes full of gratitude.
Uncle Liu has been working as a security guard in this community for more than a year, and he feels that this young woman has a good mind. He does not know her name, only that her surname is Fang. He also does not know what this young woman is engaged in specifically.
Work, but he felt that judging from the way she dressed and talked, this woman should be a management leader of a certain company.
In his impression, this young woman often travels for business, sometimes for half a year, or as short as a month. However, every time this young woman comes back, she will stay for a while, and she does not dislike him as a security guard.
The old man would chat with him for a while from time to time, and would often share some of the fruits he bought with him.
"She is such a good girl, why is she still single? I really hope she can find a good family soon..."
Uncle Liu sighed softly and said to himself.
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Unit 3, sixth floor.
There was no elevator in this old-fashioned community, so Fang Aoqing walked all the way up. She took out her key and opened the door to room 602.
Fang Aoqing pushed open the door and walked in. No one had lived in this house for several months, and there was a faint smell in the air. But the whole room still looked clean and tidy, except that there was already a thin layer of dust on some coffee tables and floors.
Fang Aoqing placed the bags she was carrying on the coffee table. She put on her shoes, walked to the balcony and opened the balcony door. Then she opened the curtains in the room and opened the window, letting in the bloody sunset of the evening.
As the air circulated inside, the smell in the room was reduced a lot.
She didn't bother to change out of her professional suit, walked into the bathroom, held a mop in her hand, and started cleaning.
After each mission is completed, there will be a few days of short vacation. Although during this period, she can live in the Secret Service. But she would rather choose to come back to live, because only when she returns here can she feel that she is in this indifferent place.
In the city, you have a place of your own and a home of your own.
Only when a person returns to his own home can he truly relax.
In the Secret Service, she would always feel like she was being watched. Moreover, everyone in the Secret Service seemed mysterious, each with a different identity and purpose. In that kind of place, she needed to constantly disguise herself.
Get up and never truly relax.
Therefore, after every mission, she comes back here. Even if she can only stay for a few days, she will feel very satisfied.
Fang Aoqing mopped the floor and wiped the table. After a lot of work, the dust in the entire house was washed away and the original brightness was restored. She couldn't help but smile.
She raised her hand to wipe the thin layer of sweat on her forehead, and then as if something sounded, she couldn't help opening her mouth and exclaiming softly: "Oh... my flower!"
With that said, she hurriedly ran towards the balcony.
There are many potted plants on the balcony, including green pine, spider plant, asparagus, etc.
Fang Aoqing came over and took a look, and she couldn't help but sigh. She knew that every time she went on a mission, many of the potted plants on the balcony would die.
However, some drought-tolerant potted plants were still green and green. She took a watering can and watered the potted plants that were still alive.
If her secret identity as a female agent of the Secret Service fades away, then she is just like an ordinary woman, who also likes to plant some flowers and plants, and also likes to keep some small pets.
Just like this, she was watering the flowers with a kettle, just like an ordinary and beautiful woman.
The afterglow of the setting sun fell on the balcony, like a layer of blood.
After Fang Aoqing finished pouring the water, she raised her eyes and suddenly felt a slight sting in the corners of her eyes. Then her face suddenly changed. Out of her keen perception, she suddenly felt a sharp sense of danger enveloped her.
Her whole body.
She is an outstanding agent of the Secret Service. She has received extremely strict training and has mastered all aspects of skills, especially her ability in killing and fighting. Dangerous missions have also developed her keen skills.
Instinctively, at this moment, her whole body was cold, and a sharp murderous intention completely locked her.
At the critical moment, Fang Aoqing swerved backwards. At the same time, she picked up a flower pot and blocked the vital part of her chest.
call out!
Suddenly there was a violent fluctuation in the air, and the sharp sound of a sonic boom was heard. It was the sound of a sniper warhead being shot.
A sniper warhead struck from a building opposite.
boom!
The sniper warhead hit the flower pot that Fang Aoqing was protecting on her chest. The flower pot shattered and failed to stop the sniper warhead. The warhead penetrated her body and spattered a cloud of water from her body.
Blood spilled onto a pot of dead flowers on the balcony.
It was a pot of rose flowers. The blooming flowers had withered, and little bits of blood fell on these dead rose flowers, reflecting the enchanting feeling of blood.
But after all, they are all dead, so they look like bloody blood withering away.
call!
At the same time, at the entrance of this community, a military green jeep sped over, and inside the car there was a monstrous power rising from the sky.