Tokyo, a bustling metropolis, reveals its strong ambivalence at nightfall. It is not significantly different from most of the world's international cities www.biquge.info the same high-rise buildings with the same glamorous eyes. But it's so special: it's got the blood of East and West, conservative and avant-garde, old and young.

Evening in October. After sunset, the night drifts around like a soft scarf, gradually enveloping the whole city. The hustle and bustle of the day fades away, and the silence of the night comes.

At the top of the three towers at Park Hyatt Tokyo, the pyramid-shaped steel roof is like three sharp blades, cutting through the gorgeous orange sunset. These modern decorations, made up of sharp geometric lines, stand silently in the night as if to declare their determination.

On the 52nd floor of the hotel, a man with a baby face is enjoying dinner. From time to time, he raised his head and stared at the huge glass curtain wall in front of him, which stretched from the ceiling to the floor, and looked out over the night view of Tokyo.

Babyface eats slowly, completely oblivious to the screen in his pocket that keeps the screen on. He had already turned his phone to silent mode, and he was not in a hurry when the other party was anxious.

As he finished his last bite of dessert, he sighed softly in contentment. Then, he put down the silver cutlery, wiped his lips, and raised his arm to summon the waiter.

"Hello, sir. ”

"Later, if someone comes to me, tell them I'm swimming, and tell them to wait. ”

"Okay. The waiter bowed respectfully and turned to leave.

Babyface returned to his room, changed into swim trunks, then put on his bathrobe, and slowly made his way to the 47th floor. There is a 20-metre indoor swimming pool with a sparkling water reflecting the combined glass inlaid roof. Babyface tosses his bathrobe onto a deck chair on the shore and plunges into the pool.

He swam for several rounds in one go, until he felt a slight tingling in his body, and then switched to the backstroke, floating quietly on the water.

"Mr. McCarthy. A waiter appeared by the pool and said in a humble and polite tone, "Please come up." ”

McCarthy rolled over into the water and swam for a while before reluctantly returning to shore.

"You should go back. The waiter handed over a clean bath towel.

McCarthy took off his goggles and wiped his face, "Did my people call you?"

The waiter was a little uneasy, but still smiled and said, "You've been active for twenty minutes, you can go back to your room." ”

McCarthy glared at the waiter, he grabbed his bathrobe, put it on, and said, "Do you know who I am?"

The waiter smiled and did not speak.

Meanwhile, a man in a dark jacket and a cap stepped out of the elevator on the 52nd floor. His collar was upright, his hair obscured part of his cheeks, and his exaggerated pair of vintage sunglasses made his entire face difficult to see.

The man stepped out of the elevator, glanced at his watch, then took off his sunglasses, revealing a pair of police dog eyes. It was a pair of well-trained and vigilant eyes, and most of the people who had met him should be afraid, because these eyes sent a signal that they were not friendly at all.

It is clear that he is a half-breed, as his complexion is yellowish and his contours are very sharp, and his hard-line hooked nose and slightly sunken eye sockets indicate that his ancestry is complex.

The half-breed walked into the dining room in silence. There were a lot of diners at the moment, and he didn't seem to be interested in his surroundings. He sat down at a table near the glass wall and ordered a glass of whiskey.

On stage, a female singer in a crimson dress began to sing, and the band played sad music behind her. The pillar of light shallow hit the singer's body, like a lover's lingering gaze.

The half-breed finished the glass and staggered to his feet. Although he seems to be a good drinker, he seems to be overwhelmed at the moment.

His stumbling steps caught the waiter's attention.

"Hello, sir. The waiter walked up to him, "What room are you staying in, and can I send you back?"

"I'm not a guest, I'm here to find someone. The half-breed hiccuped.

The waiter smiled professionally, "Which customer are you looking for?"

The half-breed whispered a name in the waiter's ear.

The waiter's face immediately changed, "Do you have an appointment?"

The half-breed stared at the waiter for a few seconds, and the waiter felt that these seconds were extremely long. Then, the half-breed slowly pulled a card out of his pocket - the waiter breathed a sigh of relief, he thought the half-breed would reach for a gun to hold at his head.

"He gave it to me. ”

The waiter took the card, which was the guest's business card. On the back of the business card is the hotel's room number, as well as the date and time of the meeting.

"It's an honor to serve you. The waiter said, returning the card to the half-breed, and then owed the man more respectfully. He wondered in his heart: how could this guy who looked like a half-breed and dressed like a gangster be a friend of the well-mannered guest? But he knew that these well-educated people had always behaved strangely, and there were some things that he, the waiter, could not understand.

"Do you want to go to your room now?" asked the waiter.

"If not bothersome. The half-breed grinned, "I want to go over now." ”

"Need me to show you the way?" said the waiter, with obvious enthusiasm.

The half-breed thought for a few seconds, "Okay, I'm sorry for you." The waiter was just about to leave, when he suddenly said, "By the way, I forgot something, help me get a bottle of champagne." ”

"What flavors do you like?"

Don Perignon, 2002. On McCarthy's account. ”

"Understood, please wait. ”

Five minutes later, the two walked into the elevator one after the other. The waiter held the ice wine barrel and looked at the glass mirror on the elevator wall, which reflected the huge bronze sculpture of the dog's head on the wall, and next to the dog's head stood a half-breed. The waiter looked away, trying not to think about the strange look on the half-breed's face.

The door opened, and the waiter respectfully pressed the button and made a "please" gesture.

"Is he in the room?" said the half-breed, curiously surveying the decorative paintings on the walls on either side of the hallway.

"Mr. McCarthy used to swim and is back in his room now. The waiter replied.

"Yay. The half-breed whistled, and the waiter looked at him in surprise.

When he was about to reach the door of the room, the half-breed suddenly stopped, "You can go down, I want to have a good chat with my friend, and in half an hour, you can bring another bottle of champagne." ”

He stopped the waiter's question with his gaze, and the latter playfully handed the ice wine barrel and left.

The half-breed walked to the door of McCarthy's room at the back of the hallway, placed the ice keg on the floor, and put on gloves and sunglasses. Then, he bent down to pick up the ice wine barrel and knocked on the door of the room.

"Who?" came an impatient voice.

The half-breed held the ice wine barrel up to the cat's eye, "Room service, the champagne you ordered." ”

"Did we order a drink?" asked one of them, confused.

"Could it be a mistake?" said another.

"Go check it out. McCarthy then commanded, "Be careful. ”

After a few seconds, a man walked to the door, looked into the cat's eyes, and opened the door. Extremely cautious, he only opened the door by a crack, but the half-breed had quickly lowered the ice barrel and pulled out the bottle. The moment he poked his head out of the crack in the door, the half-breed slammed the bottle into his head. Then, with all his might, the half-breed smashed open the burglar chain on the door.

The half-breed quickly rushed into the room and closed the door. The room was dimly lit, but it didn't stop him from moving. He drew a double-edged dagger and easily slit the neck of the hapless man at the door.

Just then, another man ran out of the suite with a gun. As soon as he saw the half-blood, he was stabbed in the middle of the forehead, and then fell to the ground on his back solidly.

"Ito, Matsubara?" As soon as the third person in the suite finished calling his name, he frantically shot in the direction of Ito, who had just fallen. The gunfire was muffled, apparently with a silencer.

Listening to the gunshot, the half-breed unhurriedly pulled out a pistol with a silencer from Matsubara at the door. The moment the gunfire stopped, he rushed to Ito's side with an arrow, then rolled to the ground, rolled into the suite, and fired two shots in succession, right in the chest of the third person.

After the third person fell to the ground, McCarthy was revealed behind him. McCarthy was shaking and clutching a gun, his hair was wet, and he didn't know if it was sweating or from swimming. He pulled the trigger on the half-breed, who hurriedly rolled in the direction of Ito.

However, there was no sound of a bullet being discharged.

The half-breed couldn't help but laugh when he heard that there were no bullets in the gun. He stood up with a carp, then stooped down and pulled out the dagger from Ito's forehead and rushed at McCarthy. The panicked McCarthy couldn't dodge it and was thrown directly on the bed.

The double-edged dagger stabbed McCarthy in the chest, and he shivered in pain, his lower body incontinent, and urine soaked the embroidered sheets.

The half-breed glanced at the sheets in disgust, then got up and left the large bed with the smell of death. He took a note from his bosom, rubbed it against McCarthy's fingers, and then clumped it under McCarthy.

He looked around the room and smiled satisfactorily. Then, after checking himself to make sure there was nothing unclean, he left the room. Instead of taking the elevator, he took the stairs and left.

About twenty-five minutes later, the waiter knocked on the door of the room, but no one answered, and no one came to open the door. The waiter looked at the ice wine barrel at the door and pressed the doorbell. He waited patiently for another minute, and finally noticed something was wrong.

When another young waiter opened the door with a spare key, both men were stunned. There was a corpse lying in the doorway, and the pool of blood on the ground had turned dark red.

"Quick, call the police!" the older waiter responded, "Where's Mr. McCarthy?"

The two of them walked into the suite tremblingly, and almost fainted in an instant. McCarthy's eyes were wide open, he had a dagger in his chest, and his white shirt was bright red.

"It's over!" said the older waiter, breathlessly, "we're done!"

The young waiter grabbed his phone, apparently frightened, and asked in a daze, "Is it because of Mr. McCarthy?"

The older waiter's eyes widened, "Do you know who he is?"

"What?"

"He is a specially hired military adviser to the Neon State government, a core figure of the 'pro-American faction'. The older waiter said, tears of despair seemed to be in his eyes.

"Look here!" said the young waiter suddenly, "Look!" he pointed to the dagger on McCarthy's chest.

The handle is yellow and green, and the letters "C・S" are engraved on it.

"C. S?" said the older waiter, surprised, "Oh my God!"

A few hours later, in front of a villa in Shirokaneda, several cars came to a sharp stop. A man with a face as long as an osprey got out of the car, he made a few gestures to signal his men to surround the villa, and then walked to the courtyard gate and pressed the doorbell. He stared at the "Xiyuan Temple" written on the door, and his face was cloudy.

"Who?" said a man's voice over the loudspeaker, as if with a hint of weariness.

"I'm Stone Bridge. The osprey-faced man said, "Sorry to interrupt." ”

"Oh, it's a stone bridge. The man's voice became a little more enthusiastic, "Is there something wrong?"

"It's Mr. McCarthy's thing. Ishibashi said, clenching the gun in his hand.

"Then come in and talk about it. After the man finished speaking, he unlocked the door.

"You must not let him go, and, catch him alive. Ishibashi whispered to one of his men. He pondered for a few seconds, then put the pistol away before walking into the courtyard.

"What's wrong with Mr. McCarthy?" asked the man who had just answered, Xiyuanji.

Saionji is a handsome man who sits on a sofa in the living room in a luxurious silk robe and long dressing gown. He nodded at Shiqiao, and then crossed Erlang's legs, "We only met yesterday, and he didn't say anything wrong." ”

Ishibashi carefully observed Saionji's expression, "Mr. McCarthy...... Killed!"

"What?!" Xiyuan Temple suddenly stood up, "When did it happen?"

"Just a few hours ago. Ishibashi said coldly, "At half past seven in the evening, to be exact." I want to ask, where were you at that time?"

Xiyuanji looked at each other dumbfounded, "I...... I'm at home. Then he reacted, "What do you mean by that?"