The elegant movements flow smoothly and smoothly, and the noble posture is the elegance that pervades the head held high, and the aspiration that bursts into the sky with strides.
The old man adjusted his suit slightly, looked down at his shiny black leather shoes, and smiled with a wrinkled smile.
The melody in his mind slowly overflowed and occupied the entire carriage. He walked out with a confident attitude with sonorous and powerful steps, swinging his arms and snapping his fingers silently to follow the passionate melody, like an elderly disco dancer on the dance floor.
, every gesture shows infinite charm.
The melody entered the prelude. At some point, the old man had a dark pistol in his hand. With his other hand, he took out a silencer from his trouser pocket and assembled it on the pistol in a gradual melody.
The dancing hands are soft and comfortable, and the waist is twisted, upright and casual.
The old man's dancing posture, three steps forward and two steps back, seems to be catering to this beautiful melody.
The black gun in his hand was like a toy in the hands of a child. Every step moved closely to the melody. After loading the gun, the prelude entered a four-second pause. The old man stopped abruptly. His still posture gave people the illusion that time had stopped.
The melody sounded from the beginning again, and the old man's dance began again, but this time the melody only reached half of the prelude.
The music stopped, and he slowly raised the black gun and aimed it straight ahead. The moment he pulled the trigger, the climax of the music suddenly sounded.
The bullet passed through the carriage, penetrated the glass of the carriage's safety door, flew into another carriage, and hit the man standing in the corridor.
The old man's steps became more frenetic, and his dancing posture became more violent, as if a lonely patient who had been silent for a long time suddenly broke out, tearing his body in the darkness, desperately looking for the long-lost light.
Suddenly, his eyes were extremely firm, he turned sideways to look at the man who was shot in another carriage, and fired three more shots to the beat of the drum, perfectly blending with the melody of the music.
The man fell to the ground in response, his body twitched a few times and then stopped moving.
The passengers in the carriage immediately exploded, and the passengers on both sides of the old man hurriedly rolled over from their seats and fled to the carriage behind him.
"Three...two...one..."
The old man counted down three times, and the music melody entered its second climax.
The leather shoes made a crisp tapping sound on the floor, and the body dancing to the rhythm seemed to have broken free from the shackles of darkness and was running towards the light to greet him.
The old man walked past Ji Xianfeng, then walked to Liszt's seat and paused.
The music pauses at this time.
The people in Group B2 sat there as if nothing had happened, as if they couldn't see the old man at all, and even had an attitude of knowing nothing about what had just happened and that it was none of their business.
The old man suppressed his smile a little, opened the folds on his face slightly, glanced at Liszt and Duke next to him, then at the young man and Chopin opposite him, and finally bent down and glanced at Ji Xianfeng, who was listening to music with headphones.
, and An Nan who was admiring the scenery outside the window.
"Haha..." the old man smiled lightly, "DSIB? I didn't expect to meet you here."
Positioning his left foot, he pivoted on the toes of his right foot. He turned his body 180 degrees to the back, slightly adjusted his wrinkled suit, and walked to Ji Xianfeng and An Nan in two steps.
"Hello sir, are you their leader?"
Although the old man was very polite, Ji Xianfeng ignored him because a piece of music called "MEGALOBOX" was playing in his headphones and he was listening to it fascinated.
The old man turned his eyes to An Nan, and their attitudes made him very uncomfortable.
"Very good, wait until I go over to take care of some things, and then we can get to know each other when I come back, okay?"
The music in the old man's mind started playing again from the pause point, which was exactly the same as the music in Ji Xianfeng's headphones, and the rhythms were successfully connected.
He walked into another carriage and shot the dead man four more times in the back. The blood immediately stained the floor red.
Duke was very nervous just now, but seeing how calm his seniors were, he didn't dare to show it. He patted Liszt and asked, "Hey, why are you all so calm?"
Liszt raised his eyebrows: "Otherwise, how about a fight with that old man just now?"
"Then we can't watch him kill people!"
Although Duke's voice was very low, it was still heard by the old man who just walked over.
He stood next to Liszt's chair and looked at Duke with a proud smile on his face.
"What's wrong with killing? Have you never killed anyone?"
Duke was stunned. Although the old man's tone was calm and his appearance was very kind, he gave Duke the feeling like the God of Death wearing a smiling mask, exuding suffocating oppression.
The old man looked at him, his smile gradually diminished, and he actually looked at Duke carefully.
An Nan kicked Ji Xianfeng's leg, and then he noticed a man in a white suit standing next to Liszt.
"Hey, old guy!"
His voice as an old guy really shocked everyone. An Nan looked at him puzzled and asked soul questions with his eyes.
Ji Xianfeng smiled and said to An Nan: "It's okay, we know each other."
The old man once again had a wrinkled smile on his face, revealing his white teeth.
He half-bowed politely to An Nan: "Miss, can you give me a seat so that I can chat with Mr. Ji?"
An Nan sat inside knowingly. The old man gave another half-bow and turned to look at An Nan from his seat: "Thank you."
Liszt was also very puzzled. Does the boss know this crazy old man?
The questions in their minds will be answered soon.
The old man looked at Ji Xianfeng with a smile, crossing his legs like Ji Xianfeng.
"Old guy, why are you here?" Ji Xianfeng asked.
"It's just to kill someone. I didn't expect to meet Mr. Ji here. We are really enemies." The old man spoke in plain language without restraint. When they heard what the old man said, they thought that this crazy old man might be the boss's enemy or opponent.
?Otherwise why would he use the phrase "enemies meet on a narrow road"?
The old man rubbed the beard on his face with his fingers: "Do you have any cigarettes?"
Ji Xianfeng pointed to the no-smoking slogan on the window: "No smoking, please bear with it."
Before he could finish speaking, the old man took out a brand new cigar from his underwear pocket and lit it leisurely.
He spat out some of the tar and nicotine he had inhaled, and grinned: "Where I am, I set the rules."
Ji Xianfeng stopped talking nonsense and asked him: "Who did you kill? If I remember correctly, you should have washed your hands in a golden basin for many years."
Although the old man still had a smile on his face, his tone was a little more serious: "Mr. Ji, it seems that you have been at ease for too long. Why, you have been out of the world for too long, and Tanlang's keen sense of smell has lost its function?"
The old man turned around and glanced at Duke, then turned back and gave Ji Xianfeng a look.
"Mr. Ji, the world doesn't seem to be very peaceful recently."
He stood up and straightened his suit again, looked down at his shiny black leather shoes, and put the gun on his waist. He took three steps forward, took two steps back, and the music in his mind played from the beginning. After walking a few steps, something suddenly happened on the top of the carriage.
A round hole was dug out by laser cutting. A rope was thrown in vertically. The old man grabbed the rope tightly, wrapped his leather shoe around the rope and stepped on it with the other foot, and slowly rose up.
The old man was rescued by his accomplices, and the plane flew above the clouds in the blink of an eye.
"Boss, who is this old man? How does he know your previous identity?"
An Nan is the only person who knows Ji Xianfeng's other identity, because she and Ji Xianfeng were once partners. In their time, he and she were known as "Greed Wolf" and "Po Jun".
Ji Xianfeng sneered, completely opposite to the smile just now, and told An Nan: "He... is Bai Ge."
PS: "MEGALOBOX" is a piece of pure music. When used in this chapter, especially on the old man Bai Ge, it is simply representative of his whole person. The music is exactly the same as the temperament of the old man Bai Ge. It can be used in all major
Search the music platform and you will find that the composer is Mabanua. I won’t post the link. Anyway, after reading this chapter, this BGM is the most suitable. What are you waiting for? Hurry up and click to save it!