A hotel in the city.

It was almost noon, and Wei Xiaobao woke up lazily from his sleep. After coming back last night, he slept surprisingly soundly, and in his dream he dreamed of Luo Jinxin, a girl who had never looked at him with a straight eye, and woke up after a cloud and rain.

When I woke up for the first time, I found that the quilt was already wet, slimy, and had a pungent fishy smell.

Wei Xiaobao couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly, fortunately that girl was not there, otherwise she would really be a hooligan now.

Wei Xiaobao, who came out of the shower, suddenly saw that the room was full of people at some point, and there was a simple breakfast on the coffee table.

Wei Xiaobao couldn't help but sneer as he looked at the rebel soldiers standing in the room who were waiting for him. It was he who did it, but these people were even more nervous than him.

Shaking his head, he ignored it and sat down to eat breakfast with peace of mind.

More than a dozen rebel soldiers stood in place in a daze, witnessing Wei Xiaobao eating this breakfast that was considered a farewell ceremony. As time passed, people kept looking at their watches, and anxious looks appeared on their faces.

They only care about the task, they don't care about anything else, if they can't complete the task, or Wei Xiaobao escapes from the battle, then they don't want to go back, because going back is death.

Time passed minute by minute, Wei Xiaobao finally finished his breakfast and patted his stomach with satisfaction.

Glancing at the people who were already anxious, Wei Xiaobao stood up with a smile and walked straight out.

It's almost time, and it's time to make your grand debut.

......

In the municipal square, the middle-aged man in a white suit was shouting passionately on the rostrum, and the crowd kept cheering in response.

The atmosphere at the scene seemed to have reached its peak, and even the black-clad bodyguards who were originally surrounding the square seemed to be excited, and many of them forgot their guard and looked at the rostrum, looking excited.

Unbeknownst to everyone, a dozen or so people who didn't belong to them had quietly blended into the crowd and slowly approached the square.

On the other side of the square, on the tall building, I don't know when there was already a thin young man in black, who was coldly looking down at everything that was happening under his feet.

Wei Xiaobao.

He's been here for a while, he's waiting, waiting for the best opportunity.

At this time, the middle-aged man in a white suit who was surging with passion had become a prop in his eyes, and as long as he wanted to, he could destroy it in a matter of seconds.

In a crisp white suit, it looks like attending his own funeral.

After a long time, after the middle-aged man in white shouted the final slogan, tens of thousands of people at the scene began to raise their arms and cheer, throwing anything they could throw into the sky, they were celebrating and venting.

But suddenly, everyone saw a black shadow shuttling through the sky, lightning across the sky, and landed on the rostrum in the center of the square, and then they saw a flash of blood, and then they saw the person they looked up and revered fall on their back.

On the streets of 10,000 people, there was suddenly silence, as if time had suddenly stood still, and everyone looked at the black shadow that appeared like the god of war of the nine heavens in horror, and their eyes were glazed.

Wei Xiaobao looked coldly at the middle-aged man who had fallen in a pool of blood and was looking at him in horror, without a trace of expression on his face.

"If other countries can also hold dreams, I hope you will tell your master not to provoke those you are not worthy of, otherwise he will be the next to perish. ”

Wei Xiaobao stared coldly at the eyes of the middle-aged man in white, his voice was cold, and then he took out the dense sketch and threw it on the middle-aged man in white.

After a long time, tens of thousands of people at the scene came back to their senses from the strange scene just now, and the crowd was excited, wailing and rushing towards the square and the rostrum, and suddenly lost control.

The so-called important figure of the Z Mansion Army had already swallowed the last breath of his life at this time, and he was holding the blood-stained sketch tightly in his hand, and he didn't blink an eye.

The dozen or so rebel soldiers mixed in the crowd were all pale, Wei Xiaobao's killing methods were enough to make them afraid, but the most fearful thing was not this, but the sketch from their hands.

No one dared to stay anymore, frantically pushed away the excited crowd around him, and fled outward, hoping that he would leave this place of right and wrong quickly.

An assassination that seems to have been planned for a long time has come to an end in the blink of an eye, but it is enough to shock the whole world.

......

The next day, the army of country Y declared an all-out war with the rebels!

The dozen or so rebel soldiers who were lucky did not be able to escape from the city's martial law, and together with that sketch, the rebels were convicted of assassination. All of a sudden, the entire country of Y was plunged into endless civil strife.

The Celestial Empire, which originally had a border conflict with country Y, finally won without a fight, and received an apology from the government of country Y and a large amount of compensation.

A few families are happy and a few are sad.

And Wei Xiaobao, who caused this situation, had already taken the plane back to China.

Like he said, if he really wanted to leave, no one could stop him.

......

Outside the International Airport in City B.

A black sedan was parked on the side of the road, and three people, two men and one woman, were standing in front of the car, looking in the direction of the airport hall.

"Did he say he's coming back today?"

A girl with shoulder-length short hair and a slim suit glanced at the old man next to her and whispered, with a hint of nervousness on her face.

This girl is Luo Jinxin, who returned to China ahead of schedule. And the old man next to him is Luo Zhan, deputy director of the General Office of the Y Military Commission in the Celestial Empire.

The other is the driver and guard of Luo Station, Jiang Fei.

"Just wait patiently, you've asked eight hundred times!"

Luo Zhan glanced at Luo Jinxin, shook his head and said. Speaking of others, in fact, there was a hint of expectation in his eyes at this time, and he kept looking inside.

After a long time, a thin figure slowly walked out of the airport hall and stretched his waist, as if he had traveled abroad, leisurely.

Wei Xiaobao.

"Here he comes. ”

The sharp-eyed Jiang Fei was the first to spot Wei Xiaobao, pointed in the direction of the airport hall, and said with a smile.

Following the direction Jiang Fei pointed, Luo Zhan and Luo Jinxin looked over at the same time. Immediately smiled.

Wei Xiaobao also saw Luo Zhan and a few people, frowned, and slowly walked over.

On the side of the street not far from the airport, there was also a car parked, and Xiaodao was sitting inside, and when he saw Wei Xiaobao walking out of the airport, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and let go of the heart that had been hanging. Then he picked up his phone and sent a text message, urging the driver to leave the airport.