In the past, I would laugh at the decent people in those movies and TV shows. They obviously have such powerful abilities, and their opponents’ plots are so simple and simple. Even if they wear glasses, the villain boss can’t stand it. Why don’t you use your brain?
The whole assassination thing, as long as the villain is killed, the world will be stable, right?
Can't we protect the world?
However, now I suddenly discovered that I, who had successfully protected the world in my own way, could not even recognize you, my dear junior brother, as a villain.
——The last words of Daimon "Eagle Killer", chief agent of the Eagle Kingdom's Central Intelligence Agency.
At one o'clock in the morning, Lin Shuwen, who had his black windbreaker taken away by Ye Lanxin, put his hands in his pockets and walked slowly down the mountain road while smelling the unpleasant lavender fragrance in the mask.
On his back, the blood-scaled sword exuded a gorgeous red mist rhythmically, and the words of tiger and wolf that he murmured in his mind occasionally broke out.
After the storm of blood, or to be precise, the storm of nosebleeds, Ye Lanxin still left his arms, and he did not choose to have any further intimacy with her.
Nowadays, they are not only nameless but also have different missions. He must play the role of "Dagger" well, while she must continue to cooperate with her sister in the purge war.
Although the behavior was intimate, both of them knew that this was the limit that could be achieved at present.
The grudge and distrust in Lin Shuwen's heart had just been eliminated, but Ye Lanxin's responsibility and stubbornness forced her to deceive herself.
This series of excessive forceful behaviors were all based on the premise that she was deceiving herself. She had been telling herself, telling herself almost all the time: to plan, to put responsibility and purpose first.
I was just using his feelings to achieve my goals.
Save your life, complete "Gravity", find out the "insurance" of the Kingdom of China, and save the "Shadow Kill"...
She had to tell herself at all times that she did not put her personal relationship before these things, and that everything she did was "acting" to better complete the task.
It is precisely because it is "acting" that she can completely let go of herself.
Because, it is "acting".
The two of them could temporarily put aside their hugs and whispers like they are now. If time allowed, Ye Lanxin would even want to give herself to him as the tide went.
But she flinched. When she saw the big boy with a red face and his gentle and firm face, she tried to reach out to his lips with her fingers, but then she was stopped by the overflowing guilt.
, thus blocking each other's skin.
He used drama to hide his emotions, but he got too involved in the drama and clung to his identity as an "actor". In the end, he discerned the "illusion" and deceived the "reality".
She still escaped from his arms, but he did not hold her hand again.
Finally, the two of them said goodbye. Ye Lanxin stood on the stone bench and put the "dagger" mask on Lin Shuwen with his own hands. She watched him walking towards the stone stairs from a distance. He tightened and loosened his grip on the windbreaker, and finally kept it.
Come down.
Beside her, Gardenia, who had been silent for a long time, appeared and hugged Kogami's daughter with her illusory body.
A few minutes later, Ye Lanxin summoned Bian An, who was waiting in the shadow under the stone table, hugged the lapel of his windbreaker tightly, and descended the cliff from the other side.
On the stone staircase, "Dagger" calmed down his thoughts as he leisurely walked down the mountain. Although the grudge and distrust were almost gone in his heart, it would still take some time for him to return to the time when he was devoted to Ye Lan.
The current situation is not yet
Stable, as a man, responsibilities and family should be put before feelings. For the well-being of his two families, he must now find out the identity and location of the "insurance", and...
Kill the man now leaning against the doorframe.
"You have a nice fragrance on your body, Mr. Dagger."
A gentle smile was blooming on Damon's withered face, and the purple left cheek reflected the cold light, adding a chill to his hypocritical smile.
(Diamond...)
"Dagger" stared at the man he had seen several times in the eyes of the waning moon. There was a dull pain on his right temple, which was the wound where he was almost killed by the crocodile man.
"Who are you? Why are you here so late? Could you be the second lady?"
His tone was calm. Under the extreme excitement, "Dagger"'s body began to calm down. He kept his hands in his pockets and approached Damon directly.
"If I want to win, I will confirm your guess, but for the sake of long-term relationship in the future, it is better for me to declare my family background. I am the subordinate of the eldest lady Lan Ruxin, "Eagle Killer" Daimon."
"I have heard that you are also ranked high on our internal list. After all, you can turn this country, commonly known as mercenary hell, upside down. If I were a Catholic, I would call you the Son of God.
Already."
The "we" here refers to the international mercenary organization. Damon continued to operate as an international mercenary when he evacuated twenty years ago. The country is Eagle Country, and the code name is "Eagle Killing".
"The polite words are nice but useless. The purpose of my coming here tonight is to have a few words with you. If it goes well, we can be friends. If it doesn't go well, we will be enemies."
Damon turned the back of the wooden chair under his hand, and two figures exuding murderous aura appeared behind him.
"Dagger" glanced at the office and found that the people in the room were protected by "Mo", while the soldiers of the third brigade were protected on the other side of the car.
"Interesting, this young lady has obviously lost, but she still sends you here to cause trouble. Why am I suddenly disappointed with my employer, Shadow Killer?"
"If we had known that Mr. "Dagger" was a womanizer, we might not have been so tense. Are you right?"
"Dagger" subconsciously sniffed the gradually fading lavender fragrance in the mask and narrowed his eyes slightly.
"So, what do you want?"
"Information, and people."
Damon put down the wooden chair in his hand and looked at the scenic spot office on the left.
"That girl in my family is very bad. She won't tell an old man like me anything, so I can only drag my old bones and come to do something for her myself."
Damon pulled out a serrated red-black sword from his back, and there was still a trace of dried black blood in the hideous large blood groove.
"I am a martial arts practitioner, and my sect mainly focuses on swords. Unfortunately, after my master taught me, he closed his door and practiced martial arts. Now the only ones who inherit her legacy are me and my junior brother."
Damon held the sword in his right hand, and his words were full of sighs and frivolity.
"My junior brother "Lin Shuwen"'s injury has not improved until today. As a senior brother, I can also be free to come here to vent his anger."
The teeth under the mask had been sharpened by the "dagger", and the overwhelming murderous intention was concentrated in his body, awakening the sleeping blood-scaled sword.
(My Lord?)
"But I am humble and kind, and I treat the younger generation and those who come after me
Zhixiu is very generous, as long as you are willing to tell me the secrets and reasons why you protect these people, and then hand them over to us..."
"Isn't this against the rules?"
"Dagger" suppressed the anger and murderous intent in his heart. He could not kill Damon now. It was not the time to kill him yet. Once he died, the spies and moles associated with him would directly
If the clues are cut off, sisters Ye Lanxin and Lan Ruxin's plan of more than ten years will fail.
He cannot be impulsive, he must endure!!
"Rules are made for people, and you are not a person."
"The last person who said that about me was already eaten by ants. What? Do you really think you are the God of War in the novel?!"
At this time, "Yan" chose to hide in the car to protect "Zhi" in order not to be exposed. At the same time, she could also hear the conversation through headphones.
Everyone in the "Haizhi" team could hear the conversation here, but Damon did not activate his ability.
(My Lord, I want to tear him apart.)
"Unfortunately, our conversation did not go smoothly..."
Damon suddenly charged forward with his sword, and in the blink of an eye, the long sword covered in black and red appeared outside the side of the "dagger's" neck.
"Pfft."
The alienated dragon claw grasped Damon and swung the sword blade. The hard scales and oozing flesh tightly jammed the sword body. "Dagger" tilted his head and stared at Damon with the eyes of a dead man.
"That's it?"
"Click."
A monstrous red and black mist erupted from behind "Dagger", his irises were scarlet, and the dragon claw holding the sword suddenly exerted force, directly breaking it!
Damon's eyes narrowed, and he jumped back holding the broken sword, and distanced himself from the "dagger" again.
"It seems that we are in the same group. If it were my junior brother, he would have innocently drawn his sword and started fighting with me just now."
The blood-red color on the long sword faded away at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the long sword in Damon's hand actually "grew" the broken half of the sword body again like a living thing!
"If your trump card is just these "magnets" running around in my hand, then I will really consider whether it's worth it to be so cautious with you."
The red mist carried the black and red powder and drifted away from the open palm of "Dagger". Opposite him, Damon silently put the sword back on his back.
"In the words of my master, be kind to every victory or defeat, and be kind to every sword. Because there will be consequences when you swing the sword, and the consequences will be borne by both you and your opponent in the end."
Damon smiled and bowed to "Dagger", and then got into the car directly with the men behind him.
"Dagger" subconsciously moved forward to stop him, but the next second, he suddenly fell to the ground without warning. Damon's laughter came from the jeep, and red mist spread from the blood-scale sword, blowing away the jeep.
The rear wheel splashed dust on "Dagger"'s head.
Ten seconds later, gritting his teeth, "Dagger" struggled to move his unconscious legs, and stood up again like a person who had woken up from a "ghost on the bed" state.
Damon's jeep disappeared along with the smoke and dust on the mountain road of the canyon. "Dagger" caressed his legs. The moment before falling to the ground, he suddenly couldn't move his legs, as if they had not yet recovered from sleep.
He woke up in the middle, no matter how he subconsciously manipulated it, he could only gradually regain a little bit of consciousness.
It's like the connection between consciousness and body has been cut off by an invisible force.