When it was time to board the plane, she lifted her glasses, and when she got up, she casually glanced at her target for the night, the Chinese girl seemed to be on the phone all the time, sometimes smiling and happy like a child, sometimes frowning and serious like a high empress. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info To tell the truth, she was indeed a girl who was jealously pretty! she smiled, and the corners of her lips rose, and was not all the beauty of the world meant to be destroyed?

"Sister Ying, rest for a while, it's not easy to toss today!" Ruan Yu gently rested his head on the pillow of the first-class seat, and the nerves in his whole body finally relaxed.

Zheng Yingying, who was sitting next to her, smiled: "Miss Ruan, you squint for a while, it's enough for me to sleep for two hours a day." ”

After getting along in the past two years, Ruan Yu also has a general understanding of Zheng Yingying's living habits, Zheng Yingying has practiced martial arts all her life, and her biological clock is very accurate, she sleeps at two o'clock in the morning every day, and starts at four o'clock, and the sleep time is about two hours, and the rest of the rest depends on meditation in her spare time. Usually, when Ruan Yu is in the company to deal with daily affairs or have meetings, Zheng Yingying will enter a state of daily meditation, according to Zheng Yingying herself, meditation for her, the effect of restoring mental and physical strength is more efficient than normal sleep.

Ruan Yu doesn't understand the world of martial artists, just like the complex financial world makes ordinary people daunting. Ruan Yu asked the flight attendant to bring a blanket, put on an eye mask and headphones, and flattened the seat to start preparing for jet lag.

The plane crashed into the dark blue curtain of the night sky, starry and no one noticed, and the Asian woman who was reading a copy of the New York Times carefully on the seat across the aisle from Ruan Yu made a strange arc slightly.

When United's blonde flight attendant passed by, she looked up and smiled friendlyly: "Excuse me, please have a glass of whiskey?"

When the flight attendant brought the whiskey, she casually asked, "When will the plane arrive in Beijing?"

The stewardess looked at the watch on her wrist, bent down and whispered politely, "Miss, there are about thirteen hours to fly." ”

She smiled, thanked the stewardess, and took the whiskey glass and drank it leisurely: thirteen hours, you can do a lot of things!

At an altitude of 10,000 meters, the cabin finally fell silent, and the lights dimmed. She looked around, and most of the passengers in the first-class cabin were asleep, including the target.

She is not in a hurry, she has enough patience to wait, like a cheetah crawling on the African savannah, as long as the lightning of predation flickered, a fatal blow. But in between, she could wait at her leisurely pace.

After another hour, the target finally moved, got up and took off the blindfold, glanced in the direction of the bathroom, and slowly got up.

The corners of her mouth twitched slightly, and she said to herself, "It's a little early...... but it seems that the time is too early and late to interfere with her, and at the same time as the target walks into the bathroom, she also unfastens the safety lock and slowly gets up.

For some reason, the old woman who had been sitting in her seat with her eyes closed actually got up at the same time as her.

The old woman smiled at her: "You please first." ”

She smiled and nodded, "Thank you." ”

The two walked to the door of the bathroom one after the other, she suddenly had a bad feeling, and was about to turn back, when her back suddenly hit with a huge force, she stumbled, slammed open the door of the bathroom and threw herself in.

All this seems to be much different from what she originally expected, just now I saw the target push the door into the bathroom, but why are there only her and the elderly woman in the bathroom at this moment?

She finally noticed that the old woman was smiling unusually, and it seemed to be the inconspicuous-looking old woman who had just pushed her into the bathroom from behind.

"You...... What do you want to do?" she looked at the old woman in horror, since the task was not completed, she would not reveal her identity.

The old woman smiled and said, "Girl, it's not us Chinese, right?"

The old woman spoke Chinese, and she could only barely understand it.

"Not Chinese, Japanese-American," she said. It's just that she spoke in Japanese, and the old woman didn't understand it, so she said it again in English, and the old woman still seemed to understand.

She finally sighed, as if to herself, "Why do I look at you more and more like that damned old nun?"

The old woman seemed to learn her tone, sighed softly, and said, "Young age, what a thief!"

She didn't want to pretend to be pitiful anymore, her eyes were slightly cold, and she quickly pulled out a very thin metal wire from her sleeve, wrapped both ends around her hands, and then put the whole piece of metal wire around the old woman's neck. This is her nirvana, and she has tried and tested, and there are hundreds and dozens of souls who have died under this wire. This is an extremely thin metal wire, made of alloy, which is difficult to break, and under normal circumstances, there are only two results, one is that the target is strangled, and the other is that the target's trachea is directly cut by the filament, but in the end, the result is that she kills the target.

She felt that today's results should not be beyond the normal range.

However, the moment she made a move, the old woman's eyes were as calm as a lake, which gave her an illusion of panic. But she wouldn't stop, just as she did when she poured gasoline on all corners of the orphanage, her expression firm and her eyes surprisingly soft - don't you like God? Then I'll send you to him.

The skin around the old woman's neck was a little yellow, and she seemed to have lost her elasticity a long time ago, which made her feel that it should be easy to solve the trouble in front of her. But just as the wire was about to reach the old woman's neck, she heard the old woman sigh softly.

The old woman said two words: Why bother?

The old woman didn't say anything, she couldn't understand it anyway, but her pupils suddenly contracted, because the old woman suddenly stretched out her fingers, which were two fingers, the index finger and the middle finger, and the strange thing was that the old woman's index finger and middle finger were close together and the length was exactly the same, and the fingertips were covered with thick calluses.

The target position of the fingertip is between her eyebrows, she sneered in her heart, and she wanted to resist with two fingers?

Impossible!

Tonight, however, what seemed to her to be a fantasy had happened—before her hands could strike as quickly as they normally would, the calloused fingertips had already reached the center of her eyebrows.

For some reason, she remembered that snowy night, the fire in the orphanage, which had swallowed everyone but her, and she sat on the grass where she often sat in the sun with her knees crossed, singing the spiritual songs of the old nun and listening to the terrible screams.

On that day, she was in a good mood, and it should be the happiest day she has ever had since she was born.

From that day on, she knew that the pleasure of taking her life was the supreme thing in the world.

She barely felt any pain, but when the fingers touched the center of her eyebrows, her heart shook violently, and her eyes went black, and the wire in her hand loosened weakly.

The body slid slowly down against the wall, her eyes still open, staring vacantly ahead, unfocused.

The old woman glanced at her and sighed slightly: "It's not good to do anything at a young age...... Alas, the Japanese...... Japanese ......"

The old woman didn't seem to have much of a good impression of the Japanese, so she put the wire in her hand in her bag, then turned around and pushed open the door of the bathroom, there was a person standing at the door, the old woman was tense at first, ready to go, and then instantly unloaded all the momentum, and said with a smile: "Miss Ruan!"

"Sister Ying, what's wrong?" Ruan Yu stretched her neck, wanting to lean in to take a look, and when she looked at the woman who was paralyzed on the ground, she was slightly stunned and said, "Dead?"

Zheng Yingying shook her head and said: "It's not dead that you are dead, but it is not much different from death." She ate a two-finger meditation from me, and all the cranial nerves atrophied, and there was not much difference from the living dead in the future. She's a professional killer, so Miss Ruan doesn't have to bother. ”

Ruan Yu squeezed in, and the first-class bathroom, which was not very spacious, suddenly narrowed. She squatted down, checked the female killer's pocket, and pulled out a passport, which was a blonde and blue-eyed European and American woman, obviously this expensive professional outfit did not belong to this female killer who was pointed into a vegetative person by Zheng Yingying's trick.

Ruan Yu put away her passport, shook her head and said, "This can be regarded as evil and evil retribution, otherwise I don't know how many people will die in her hands." ”

"Miss Ruan, this time the other party has spent a lot of money, I think you should not go back to the United States for the time being. Zheng Yingying persuaded.

Ruan Yu nodded: "The domestic layout is just at the time to spend some time and energy, and I can also leave more time to accompany that big fool." ”

Zheng Yingying's facial lines finally softened: "Third uncle...... Miss Cai has a little brother Fengju over there, Miss Ruan, you have to spend more time and thought. ”

Ruan Yu suddenly had a headache and asked, "Sister Ying, do you have any prescriptions or anything like that?" When I was in Hong Kong, I pulled that big fool every day...... But I didn't see any movement!" Ruan Yu blushed a little, but in fact, Li Yundao should have no problem, otherwise where did Xiao Fengju come from? If there is a problem, it is himself. Ruan Yu was a little unconfident for a while.

Zheng Yingying said with a smile: "Children's affairs all depend on fate. Miss Ruan doesn't need to worry too much, you and Third Uncle are still young after all, and there is a chance!"

Ruan Yu shook his head quickly: "Time is pressing, in case someone else takes the lead again......"

Zheng Yingying also seems to have a headache on this topic: alas, the third uncle who leaves romantic debts everywhere......