Chapter 62: The Myth of the Snow Wolf
After Yin Hanruo slammed the door and left, Liu Yanbo got up and walked to the side of the bed and took out a new pack of cigarettes from the bedside table.
Forty-five Great China is a big front door with a sense of five pieces and five.
Liu Yan took a sharp breath, spit out a thick smoke and said: "It seems that I have stabbed the hornet's nest, and I don't know how many people will find me openly and secretly after dawn." That's probably the trouble of living in the sun, right?"
A cigarette was smoked by Liu Yanbo in two sips, and only one cigarette butt remained, and he muttered with a smile: "It's good." β
I don't know if he's saying that this kind of life is good, or if he is saying that this smoke is good?
Maybe both!
Extinguishing the cigarette butt, Liu Yanbo fell asleep. In a daze, he seemed to have a dream.
In the dream, there is no longer a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, no longer boundless darkness.
It's sunshine!
He stood in the sun and laughed, surrounded by fragrant camellias, butterflies fluttering, insects and birds...... It's not the most beautiful scene in the world, but it's vibrant.
It's justβ
In the depths of darkness where the sun does not shine, countless pairs of cold and vicious eyes are staring at him, waiting for an opportunity to move him back into the dark and bottomless abyss......
This is not a dream too beautiful, but it is the best dream that Liu Yanbo has done since he was thirteen years old.
He was used to nightmares, and he was a little unaccustomed to this sudden good dream. He slept very unsteadily, but there was always a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.
As for the eyes that peeked in the dark, neither in dreams nor in reality, he never cared.
When the moon set and the stars sank, Liu Yanbo finally fell into a deep sleep, and the darkness came like a tide, drowning him in it......
At the same time, somewhere in Southeast Asia.
Between the mountains, there is a very inconspicuous building.
The walls are mottled, there are many cracks of various sizes in the walls, and there are weeds all around, except for a narrow path that leads to the entrance of the building.
In this seemingly abandoned building, there is a group of people who have made the whole of Southeast Asia smell and discolor.
This group of people has a common name β
Undercurrent!
Most of the time, they are scattered in the dark corners of the world, carrying out assassinations, arms or drug dealings, and even participating in wars in troubled countries......
It is only when the organization is in particular trouble that they gather in this inconspicuous building.
When you leave, you will inevitably go to a certain country or region in the world to set off a bloody storm.
The building has three floors, two on the surface and one underground.
There are no separate rooms on this basement level, only a hall the size of a football field.
At this time, no less than fifty people had gathered here.
In the center of the hall there was a stone platform about two meters above the ground, on which were placed five chairs, and three men in black in wide robes sat on them, and in the dim light, their faces looked particularly terrifying, like evil spirits from the abyss of hell.
On the stone platform, sitting in the middle was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties, he glanced at the two empty chairs on his left, and said slowly: "When will the ghost couple come back?"
His voice was deep and loud, but in this cold and damp basement, it seemed a little out of place and harsh.
"Report Chiefβ" In the crowd below the stone platform, a man with black-rimmed glasses stepped forward, his voice very soft. "The two Ghost Adults are on a special assassination mission in the Middle East, and they can't be contacted for the time being. β
"Then don't wait for them. The middle-aged man who was called the leader waved his hand, and then asked, "Have the other regional leaders arrived?"
"It's here. The man with glasses replied respectfully.
The leader said, "Then let's get started!" Black, tell us about the situation. β
"Yes. Black nodded, turned to face the crowd, and he held his glasses with his right hand, and went straight to the point: "The operation to rescue Master Carlo has failed, and the Night Cat team has been wiped out." β
"If I'm not mistaken, there are old ghosts who went to Huaxia with the night cat team this time, right?" Sitting on the first chair to the right of the leader, a sloppy old man interjected.
"Your Excellency, you are not mistaken, the old ghost did go with him. Black paused for a moment, then pursed his lips and said, "But he's dead too." β
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In the hall, the crowd, which had been as calm as water, was like a stone suddenly thrown into it, causing quite a commotion, and many people began to whisper.
On the stone platform, the bad old man's eyes were like torches, he just glanced at the commotion of the crowd very casually, and everyone immediately closed their mouths and did not dare to say more. He nodded in satisfaction, his gaze returned to Black, and he calmly asked, "How did you die?"
Black replied truthfully: "Report to your lordship, all eight members of the Night Cat team had their throats cut with a knife, and the murder weapon was an ordinary small fruit knife. The old ghost was killed by a sword piercing the heart, and the murder weapon was the hidden blade of the ninth master in Haishi. β
As soon as Black finished speaking, there was another uproar in the crowd. This time, even the bad old man's face changed, surprised and angry.
They all knew about going to Huaxia to save people, and they were also very aware of the strength of the people who were sent to carry out this mission.
The combat power of the Night Cat group is considered first-class among all the combat groups in the Undercurrent, and the old ghost is also an existence that can be ranked in the top ten of the Undercurrent's single combat power. Such a strong combination is enough to complete many S-class tasks, but now not only is the entire army annihilated, but there is also a fruit knife in the murder weapon.
Masters compete with each other, and sometimes a weapon in hand will directly affect the direction of victory or defeat. Of course, a fruit knife can kill, but it definitely won't be a killing weapon in your hand.
From this alone, it can be seen that the other party must be a top master, and he didn't take the old ghost and the night cat group in his eyes at all, or even the entire undercurrent organization.
This is a slap in the face!
As a member of the undercurrent, how can they not be shocked?
In the crowd, someone asked angrily, "Could it be that the person named the Ninth Master betrayed us?"
As soon as these words came out, the crowd stared at Black in unison, eager to get the answer from him.
There is a clear division of labor in the undercurrent, and there are special people responsible for intelligence gathering. In addition, it has only been a day since this happened, and although the Chinese official held a press conference, they also deliberately controlled the news and tried not to spread it out of China. So in the undercurrent, the vast majority of people don't know the specifics, and before that, they didn't even know what this hasty emergency meeting was for.
Black shook his head and said, "No." That Ninth Master also died, and he was the one who died the worst. β
"News from China said that the murderer was most likely a taxi driver, but the Huaxia police did not find direct evidence against him. β
Taxi driver?
This time, even the leader of the undercurrent was shocked, and he waved his hand to stop the more turbulent crowd below, and frowned: "Have you found the details of this taxi driver?"
"There is no detailed information. Black shook his head again and said, "This taxi driver's name is Liu Yanbo, male, twenty-six years old this year, who suddenly appeared in Haishi three years ago. In the first year he came to Haishi, he worked as a waiter in a restaurant for seven months, and in the second year, he had a girlfriend named Han Feiyan, but he had broken up last month, and he got married the day after the breakup, and he was married to Yin Hanruo, the president of Haishi Ruomeng Group. β
Seeing that Black stopped, the leader was dissatisfied: "That's all?"
Black nodded, "That's all." The twenty-three years before his appearance in Haishi were blank, and according to intelligence, not only did the public security system in Huaxia have no record of his previous appearance, but there is no record of his appearance in the world. β
"Except for himself, probably no one in this world knows where he spent those twenty-three years or what he did. Black was a little helpless and a little angry. As the person in charge of collecting intelligence in the organization, it is a shame for him to not be able to find out the details of the enemy.
"Three years..."The leader muttered softly, and after pondering for a moment, he suddenly raised his head and asked, "Are there any masters in the circle who suddenly disappeared three years ago?"
The world is so big, there are more than 10 million people who do the business of killers or mercenaries, this is a business that begs for a living on the edge of life and death, dead people are commonplace, and it is not uncommon to disappear a person, if you want to find someone with this information, it is undoubtedly more difficult than looking for a needle in a haystack.
Black looked down and pondered, and although it was difficult, he still had a general direction to think about.
There are a lot of talents in this circle, but there are never too many people who can do this, and those who can do it must be the top masters who can be called in the entire underground world, and it is difficult for these people to die or retire and disappear without being known by insiders, so-
Black thought for more than ten minutes before raising his head, shaking his head and saying, "There were several masters in the circle who died three years ago, but there are no masters who suddenly disappeared. However, there was one five years ago, and his life and death are still unknown. β
"Who is it?" the leader asked hurriedly.
"Chief, in the past ten years, there is only one person in the circle who suddenly disappeared..."
Black seemed to wake up from a nightmare, and his whole body was soaked in cold sweat in this short moment. His teeth chattered, and he said word by word: "Snow wolf." β
Call~
The leader of the undercurrent gasped sharply, and the expression on his face suddenly became very strange-
This name has long been resounded throughout the underground world, it is a myth!