About Manhattan, two in the morning.

In the streets surrounded by high-rise buildings, the hustle and bustle of the city continues, the brilliant lights extend in the long street that can't be seen at a glance, the traffic is still intensive, and the pedestrians on the roadside are only slightly less than during the day. Tramps, The number of beggars and some weirdly dressed young people increased. Police cars were parked on the roadside. Two policemen were standing by the poles holding coffee and talking. The white steam from the coffee was mixed with the heat of talking and breathing. Together, I don't know when, people stopped subconsciously, reached out their hands, and looked up at the night sky in the middle of the tall buildings.

Pieces of goose feather snowflakes fell from the air.

Near Christmas, New York dropped the first snow this winter.

Located in the "St. John" restaurant, which is open all night on the corner of the road, through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, people still resting inside are now talking about the falling snow in surprise, compared with the gentleness before The background music is a bit dull, and the arrival of this early snow has no doubt brought new vitality to the restaurant. Everyone's face shows a real and relaxed smile, talking about snow, talking about some really interesting Things.

The restaurant occupies an area of ​​about four or five hundred square meters. The decoration is simple and generous, and the lighting is sufficient. At this time, the guests in the store are about 80% full. Most of them are relatively young men and women. Most of the employees of nearby companies and office work overnight come to relax. Take a nap, most of these people are drinking coffee, and some people do n’t know where to go on this Christmas night. Most of them have wine in front of them, and they drink and drink silently. From time to time, someone pushes in the door, subconsciously. Patting the snowflakes on the shoulders, he ordered things to take away at the counter.

On the seat near the corner of the restaurant, a young girl in white is sitting there. She is wearing a white tennis cap with the Nike logo printed on it. Under the brim is a delicate oriental face. The book turned silently. A white windbreaker was hung on the side of the chair. The warm woolen sweater outlines a relatively poor figure compared to Westerners, but is perfectly perfect as an Oriental. The sweater is also white, and it seems to blend perfectly with the snow scene outside the window. Standing up, her legs were in turquoise trousers, and one leg was on the other. She had a cup of coffee in front of her for a while. It seemed cold, but she didn't mind. Occasionally she put down her book, took a sip of coffee, and then smiled and looked out at the snow.

Although it is in the world city of New York, such a nearly perfect Chinese girl is hard to see, after a while. A man of about thirty years old, dressed in restaurant overalls, with a mature appearance, came over with another cup of hot coffee and gently replaced the coffee cup in front of the girl. The girl slightly raised her head and glanced He glanced: "I didn't ask for service."

"Your coffee is cold. This cup is free to taste."

"Well." Not too surprised, the girl nodded, then lowered her eyes. The book at hand turned over a page and said lightly, "Thank you."

Some are difficult to speak, the man thought, maybe it is often such inexplicable preferential treatment. Then he naturally opened the chair on the other side and sat down there: "If you don't mind, I want to introduce myself. My name is Sam. Eliot. Is this the chef of this restaurant, are you Chinese? "

With a smile, the woman closed the book and looked up: "If you are the chef of this restaurant, then I think you should go back to the kitchen."

The chef smiled and ignored the expulsion in her words: "Japanese?"

She shook her head, and the woman's gaze looked towards the snowy street out of the window. The traffic flow is still crowded. The snowflakes had melted when they landed on the ground. But the goose feather snowflakes flying in the sky and the white steam when people breathed still brought a hint of cold, in front of her ground. The chef still spoke with a smile that was very good.

"Then they are Chinese, I have been to China several times, Beijing, Hong Kong, Hangzhou, China is very good ..."

"Thank you." The woman took a sip of coffee and then smiled frankly. "I hate America, and if possible, I hope I don't have to come over."

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From a purely artistic point of view, this is a room with absolutely no beauty. Of course, in terms of pure practical performance, sufficient lighting, reasonable placement, all kinds of modern facilities and instruments, hanging on metal The huge display on the wall, the neat bookshelves, and folders all take efficiency into consideration, which is the standard American style.

"... Dear Mr. Castro, in order to express our gratitude to you, Mr. Yushou has brought us this time. In addition to thanking you, there is also a plan for our next cooperation. Book, as we all know, after the last meeting, the Japanese Digotenhara, the Chinese Diyan Huang Awakening, and the Nordic gloomy lyre have already carried out a preliminary union, so that at present we are still in the defensive stage in Asia. The government expects stability. After they stepped in, we were also subject to a lot of constraints ... "The voice of the conversation reminded me in the room," There is a famous saying in China, called cold lips and cold teeth, so Mr. Yushou hopes that everyone can temporarily put aside their past. It is our prejudice that after New York, we will also travel to South America, Australia, and Europe, and hope that Mr. Castro can launch an initiative with Mr. Mori ... "

"About this, before you got on the plane, Mr. Mori has called me on the phone, and there will be no problem." Mr. Castro sitting inside laughed. "But, about some things, in the organization There are still different views ... Tracing back to the roots, Pei Luojia was named Dead Bodhi a long time ago, originated in China, and evolved into the current size of this organization across the world after hundreds of years. Obviously, in some aspects, Essential changes have taken place, and we do not think that the integrity of the organization is necessarily good. The Nordic Perrogate forces are mostly those French people. At present, they have almost become a liberal who fights for Corsican independence. Soldiers, we all know that Corsica is a sacred land, and it is of course an independent country. I admire their spirit, but we must admit that they can no longer call it the killer name, and in North America It ’s not all killing business, you know. We even participate in politics ... "

There are many internal contradictions in Pei Luojia. Although the relationship between the United States and Japan is good, there are naturally people who are not pleasing to the eye. They say Free Corsica, but they are practical to the French.

The hopelessly romantic mood is very unpleasant. In their opinion, this group of stupid people can oppose everything that can express their unique mood and taste. After a few unpleasant cooperations, the two sides have turned their faces. South America and North America have also had some friction. The Australian branch has always had no sense of presence. I do n’t want to see everyone, and everyone does n’t want to see him ...

Of course, these are trivial matters. When unity is needed, we can still combine for a while. After all, everyone faces many crises. Since the last attempt to kill James and marry Yan Yan and awaken failed, the miracle of creation has also been looking for troubles in the United States Perroca. … After talking for a while, Shuangyi talked about the most practical thing this time.

"About Zhang Yahan. We are not trying to kill her. For a killer as strong as a tulip, we have always maintained a great deal of awe, but since the gods have acted without authorization, there has not been much on both sides. There is room for buffering. As far as we know, although Yan Huang Awakening has been defending this person, the tulip lady has no intention of actually cooperating with Yan Huang Awakening. She is a truly free person, so as long as there is one The hostages we care about will be able to take considerable initiative here, of course ... if she kills Japan, we can only kill her, but it will be very troublesome after all. This is unnecessary ... "

"We understand this. But as far as we know. Yan Huang Awakening responded quite quickly this time, it seems before Miss Zhang arrived in the United States. Some of them were here, and they rushed over to that one. Ms. Zhang started to protect. "Castro smiled." Of course, don't worry, we won't take this protection into consideration, even if there is Mr. Cui Guohua who is said to be immortal ... Here is the United States after all , Protection is more trouble than destruction. "

"Of course we understand the power of the United States Department." The Japanese emissary echoed a smile. "Also, Yan Huang Awakening should be an unwelcome person in the United States, right?"

"Oh, if in peacetime, we had been hostile to the National Security Bureau due to the last local incident, and the miracles of creation were also very hostile to us. They used their influence within the government. This time, we should help the two sides. Of course ... ... I like to help each other. "

With a grin, the phone on the table rang, and the man named Castro picked it up, and then hung up after a while: "In fact, our people have already completed the initial survey, and I think we I can take action tomorrow. At that time, maybe Mr. Watanabe will be able to take Miss Zhang back to Japan. I think this will be a very pleasant journey ... "

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Snowflakes still fluttered, and in the restaurant, the chef was still talking.

"Then we think we will have a common language. Similarly, I hate New York ..."

In truth, this is indeed a very attractive man, even if he is a little daring to talk, but the smile is very sincere, the way of speaking is not annoying, and it does not look like a playboy. If you talk normally At least, most girls would smile, nodded, and a small number of girls might even be idiots. However, he hadn't waited for the reason why he followed the woman's words to hate New York. The woman looked at the roadside stop. The car stood up with a smile, picked up the trench coat, and put the money on the table.

"It is said that if you believe in the Lord, any sin will be redeemed."

She said a sentence like this, the man suddenly was a little confused, and nodded subconsciously, only to see that the woman was holding a Bible in her hand. However, it seems that it is the roughest and cheapest pirated Bible in the world. This is clear at a glance.

"Thank God."

The voice seemed ironic, but other than that, she didn't say anything else, put on a trench coat, walked straight out the door, pushed out the door, and snowed in the sky.

The man opened his mouth and sighed helplessly for a long time. A waiter came over to pack up and smiled: "Sam? Do you have time to be rejected?"

"Occasionally." He smiled suddenly, but turned involuntarily to look out the window, followed the Chinese girl, and saw that she walked down the street and came over again, and snowflakes fell on her tennis hat and coat. The market scene is still the same, the bright street lights, the continuous flow of traffic, two policemen chatting in the police car on the corner, not far away a car opened the door, an ordinary person packed coffee and tarts from the restaurant, With the bag into the car, the car seemed to be driving away.

In front of the window, the woman stopped and seemed to remember something, followed the man to the parking place on the street. At this time, the man had entered the car, and the woman leaned on the window and said something faintly. A round thing was attached to the front window of the vehicle. For a moment, the faces and movements of the people in the car seemed strange.

What are they talking about?

My heart involuntarily produced such doubts ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Looking from the back, I saw that the woman's body seemed to move a bit, the glass on the front door suddenly broke, and I had no time to react to this. What's going on, the woman's windbreaker suddenly lifted up. She held two assault rifles in her hand. One gun aimed at the person in the car window. The other gun just resisted coming out from the rear door. Head of an american.

I am afraid he will never forget what happened at that moment.

Suddenly, the sound of gunfire rang out, even in the restaurant. You can hear it clearly in the restaurant, across the transparent glass window, in the heavy snow, and the head of a person bursts like a watermelon. The mouth pulled down without hesitation, the whole person's body was torn directly into fragments, the bullets passed through, and countless flesh and blood spread out, and in a split second, a terrible five or six meters long Imprint.

Within a few seconds, the car was destroyed by a wild sweep and turned into a sore hole. Two people were shot and killed in the flesh. One escaped, but only a few steps later, they were flown by the car. The collision flew out, followed by a chaotic horn and collision noise. A large-scale traffic accident happened in an instant.

Reaching out to support the car, the woman's body rolled over the car and walked towards the person who wanted to escape from the ground. At the same time, the two policemen in the police car around the corner only reacted ...