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The owner of the horse has long since run away, and staying here is tantamount to looking for death. The clown can't do the thing of looking for death, how can the top 50 killers in Asia do this kind of thing?

Yes, his name is Joker. In other words, the code name of the killer world is called the clown.

A man who can make his opponent die in joy.

Although the clown ran, he didn't run far. He knew that this time he was not alone, even if his side missed, there were other partners who could complete other tasks.

That partner, codenamed Foundling. He wasn't the first to be called by that name, and he wasn't the last.

Suicide attacks, unscrupulous means to achieve an end, are the first lessons to be learned as an outcast.

But the clown is not an outcast, and he doesn't want to be or be treated as an outcast. At the critical moment, it is better to save your life first.

So generation after generation of outcasts died, and the clowns, in the arduous and bloody struggle, survived.

The clown runs all the way. Anyone can escape, and if you can cover your escape route when you escape, you are a master.

Not only can the Joker cover up his escape route, but he also has time to make a false appearance to confuse his opponents.

He knew that with the progress of the operation, the time for martial law in Dongjiang City would come soon, and now at this time, he could buy more time to have more hope for his life.

If it weren't for the fact that the employer underestimated the strength of the opponent, the Joker's operation would have almost succeeded.

Almost, ever, no. Even if it's almost 99 percent, it's not a success.

In front is a courtyard house of an antique building, between the green trees, the flowers are dotted, quite a bit of paradise taste.

The birds chirped, as if they felt the murderous aura on the clown's body, and flew away in all directions.

Yanchun Garden, less than five kilometers away from the Great Temple of Mozhou, has a completely commercial atmosphere that the ancient city of Mozhou does not have. Small bridges and flowing water, ding ding dong dong, pavilions and pavilions, all of them are insufficient.

It is the time when autumn is gradually entering, and the prosperity of Yanchun Garden should be regarded as the first leisure resort in Dongjiang City. If it weren't for the influence of the Mozhou temple fair, it should be a moment full of tourists.

Now there are not many tourists in Yanchun Garden, after all, the temple fair is once a year, not all the time, and Yanchun Garden is located here, and it will not grow wings and fly.

Relatively speaking, the Mozhou Temple is more prosperous for the time being.

The clown has taken off the costume on his face, changed into an Adida's dead casual clothes, with a peaked cap, tugged the brim of the hat, pressed it lower, and covered his face completely, only then did he look around vigilantly, and found that no one noticed him, so he came to the door of this small courtyard, buckled the door twice, stopped for a while, and knocked three times.

Squeak......

The old-fashioned wooden door made a crying sound and opened a small gap.

"It's you!" The man who opened the door grabbed the clown's sleeve and dragged him in: "Didn't you say that it was better not to meet, how did you find here?"

The sound is not a very standard Chinese language, word by word.

The clown said: "Mr. Umegawa is the safest here, isn't it?" After asking rhetorically, he paused, and said: "Mr. Umegawa's Chinese is becoming more and more exquisite, admire, admire." ”

"You're here, it's not safe. Umegawa was obviously a little upset, but he still let the clown into the house.

The clown sat down with a big grin, carried the sake that Mei Chuan Kutou had just drunk half a glass of, poured it into his stomach with a bang, clicked his lips, and said: "Sake is not wine at all, it is still the old white dry energy of Huaxia Kingdom!"

Mei Chuanku's eyebrows inadvertently twisted to the middle of his forehead, and then quickly flattened, with a smile on his face, and said: "The Yamato nation is a humble nation that knows how to be gentle and frugal, and the Chinese barbarians are only worthy of drinking the spirit of Lao Baigan." ”

"You're not right. The clown said: "Drinking wine and eating meat in a big bowl are the true colors of men, you are a little Japanese, and you don't know what a man in the Celestial Empire is." ”

"You!" The Chinese ethnic language is rich, and Mei Chuan Kutou is obviously not an opponent in this kind of battle of tongues.

The clown grinned and said, "One more glass." Then he said, "What about Mr. Umegawa Watts, why is he not with you?"

"He has another mission. Mei Chuan's cool and unhappy look flashed: "After drinking, you can leave." It's just as unsafe here. ”

"Where's my honorarium?"

"You didn't complete the task, you can only pay half of it. Umegawa said coolly, "I'll hit your card tomorrow." ”

Sending the clown away, Mei Chuan used his slender fingers to pinch the clown's used cup in disgust, his fingers reached halfway, but he pulled it back, thought about it, turned around and went back to the bedroom to get a pair of white gloves to put on, then covered his nose, pinched the edge of the cup, and discarded it in the trash can with an ordinary sound. After thinking about it, he took off his gloves again, and put them in the trash can together, then clapped his hands and half-squinted and leaned back on the sofa to take a nap.

He needed to think quietly, the actions of the past two days had not been smooth, which had not been encountered before.

What Umegawa didn't know was that not long after the clown left, he turned back again, and this time the clown didn't knock on the door, but climbed over the wall from the side, and hid in his house without alarming Umegawa's cool head.

The process of Umegawa Kutou discarding the cup used by the clown all fell into the clown's eyes.

"***, after this vote, you will be the next one to kill. The clown muttered a few words, hiding in an unused room that was rarely opened.

This is a temporary place for Jiang Zhongzheng to rent a place for the Meichuan brothers to live in Dongjiang City, but he should not have imagined that the murderer who tried to kill him is napping here.

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"Alright. Xiao Xiaotian felt as if he was about to collapse, and he was exhausted. This was the most exhausting since breaking through the third layer of the Qihuang Yin-Yang Technique.

Two crisp sounds were heard, the sound of bullets being taken out and placed in the tray.

The operation was even more successful than expected, and the secretary only lost two pounds of blood to complete such a major operation, which was something that could not even be imagined in the original experience of diagnosis and treatment in Jia Haigang. The old man, Jiang Zhongzheng, didn't even use a pound of blood, and the operation was successfully completed.

It doesn't take Xiao Xiaotian to stitch and bandage these anymore, and even Du Wen can hold the knife himself, with that Jia Haigang and a few little nurses, it can be handled properly.

Jiang Zhongzheng and the little secretary's numbing strength still hadn't passed, and they were all asleep deeply.

Xiao Xiaotian and Du Wen walked out of the operating room one after the other, and immediately two police officers surrounded them, and one of the police officers said, "How is the operation?

"Not bad. Xiao Xiaotian smiled sincerely, it was not very difficult, but a few young people outside the bones did not have the experience to deal with related work and did not dare to do it.

The police officer was overjoyed and hurriedly called Han Siqing, saying that the patient had woken up here. Han Siqing was also very happy, the two muttered on the phone and didn't know what to say, but Xiao Xiaotian said: "I can't see the guests for the time being when I wake up, not to mention that the patient is resting now." "Dongjiang City dares to talk to Han Siqing like this, and the number of fingers will not exceed five, and it is fortunate that Xiao Xiaotian is one of these five people.

In fact, Xiao Xiaotian wanted to know who would do it more than anyone else, not to mention accidentally hurting Song Danhua, and even an old man like Jiang Zhongzheng didn't let go.

But there is a saying, if you want to hurry, you can't reach it. Many times the more anxious you are, the more difficult it is to solve.

The outside of the bone is no longer Xiao Xiaotian's outside of the bone, so naturally Du Wen will go to contact the police officers about related matters.

Xiao Xiaotian came to the orthopedic inpatient observation department, and naturally a familiar little nurse led him outside Song Danhua's ward.

Xiao Xiaotian said thank you, but he didn't expect the little nurse's pretty face to blush for no reason, and said softly: "Director Xiao...... Where's Sister Wenwen?"

The implication is that how can there be other women in it?

Xiao Xiaotian smiled and said, "She goes to work, goes to work." ”

Pushing open the door and escaping into the observation room, Song Danhua's two beautiful eyes were slightly closed, and his slender eyelashes trembled. The cheeks are slightly red, and the breathing is even and calm. I just suffered a fright, and I had a small operation, as the Chinese saying goes, it takes a hundred days to break your muscles and bones. Xiao Xiaotian couldn't bear to disturb her sleep, leaving Song Danhua here alone but not at ease, so he found a chair to sit next to Song Danhua and closed his eyes to recuperate.

A big battle, three surgeries, and excessive consumption of true qi during the operation, Xiao Xiaotian was also a little tired.

At the beginning, he was still recuperating, but he was tired after raising it, his head shook twice a little, and finally he couldn't hold on, lying on the side of Song Danhua's lap on the hospital bed, and fell asleep deeply.

In a daze, the eighth sister habitually dinged twice, substituting Xiao Xiaotian into the process of deep sleep.

Xiao Xiaotian subconsciously communicated with the eighth sister.

At the Chinese medicine conference, Xiao Xiaotian had a whim, if the functions of the eighth sister were successfully copied, even if it could not be integrated with the human body like the eighth sister, it would be good to put it into the computer as the corresponding reference materials.

Whether Chinese medicine can be replicated on a large scale depends on whether one's own ideas can be truly successful.

Who knew that the eighth sister was a basin of cold water, impossible. Modern technology can't reach this level, not to mention the existence of a super chip like the eighth sister, the simple artificial intelligence research and development is not in place, and the function of the eighth sister is successfully copied, don't even think about it.

Xiao Xiaotian thought of a compromise solution, not necessarily all functions, only choose those closely related to traditional Chinese medicine, as long as they can be quickly improved.

The eighth sister was silent, and seemed to be constantly calculating.

Xiao Xiaotian was woken up by a shout, and someone outside said, "Where is my father?"

This must be a cultural person, ordinary people call Dad, Dad, and directly call Father, but it is very rare.

When I opened the door, I saw an acquaintance.

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