In the middle of the night, the darkness was almost shrouded, and there was still a little moonlight.

At the end of Zhichuan Town, that is, at the end of Fengtai County, an inconspicuous barren place, surrounded by mountains, between the mountains, sits a factory.

There is only one color in the whole body of the factory, black!

It's a darkened factory, built in such an inaccessible place, as if it were just so that no one else can find it.

The moonlight can't illuminate the darkness!

It seems like no one has been here for a long time.

All the roads leading here are like a labyrinth, and if someone accidentally walks in, there is a good chance that they will have to take a long detour to get out, so no one will come to this kind of place.

The pile of buildings is surrounded by a black iron fence, and there is even a black fence inside the fence, inside the wall, is the factory, and next to the factory is an equally black building, which is the office building of the factory personnel.

There are nine floors in the office building, but none of the floors are lit, so isn't there a single person inside?

No, there were people inside, but all the people inside had closed the black curtains.

If you look closely, you can still faintly see the faint light of the stars shining on the window in the dark night.

The place wasn't too dark yet, at least, and hadn't been completely swallowed up by darkness.

The only thing that is strange is that in the carport inside the factory, there are several white cars, Porsche 911s.

If you count carefully, there are seven or eight in total.

Who lives in it, and who are these million-dollar Porsches?

This barren land is surrounded by poor villages, and it seems that no one in the village can afford such a car.

What exactly does the owner of this factory do to be able to afford a million-dollar luxury car? Could it be that these seven or eight luxury cars with a total value of more than 10 million yuan are all his own?

At this time, on the top floor of the office building, a middle-aged man was sitting on a rocking chair in the office, rocking back and forth, making a "creaking" sound, and his body was also undulating back and forth.

On the table in front of him, only a lamp was on, but the light was so dim that it couldn't even illuminate his face.

His face was still in darkness, and only a spark the size of an eyeball was visible on his dark face.

He was smoking, smoking a cigar.

The smoke of the cigar dispersed in all directions, lingering in the center of the ceiling, and his whole person was enveloped in smoke, but it made him even more mysterious and 'solemn', as if he was a man living in the clouds.

In his left hand, he holds two black lion heads the size of walnuts, which are constantly spinning and turning, and the two lion heads always make a "clucking" sound when they collide.

His other hand rested on the wooden armrest of the rocking chair, and except for his thumb, the other four fingers tapped rhythmically on the wooden armrest.

"Tuk!tuk!", the voice was like a beat, his middle finger just raised when his index finger fell, and when his middle finger fell, his ring finger just raised, and the cycle continued, never stopping.

Such flexible and rhythmic fingers, is it not owned by ordinary people, could it be that he used to be a pianist?

There was also a man standing beside him, a pitch black man.

The man wore a black sun hat on his head, the brim of which was pressed so low that it almost covered his eyebrows.

He was wearing a mask on his face, a black mask.

He was dressed in black clothes and trousers, with a pair of shiny black leather shoes under his feet, and even on his hands, he wore black cowhide gloves.

Except for the faint white sclera in his eyes, it was as if all he had left was black.

Black, could it be the color of his life?

He stood there silently, like a rock that would not fall.

Without turning his eyes, he looked at the two lion heads in the hands of the middle-aged man in the rocking chair.

The ears were also silently listening to the sound of the rocking chair, the clattering of the lion's head, and the tapping of the middle-aged man's four fingers.

His expression was very focused, as if he was very interested in the lion's head, and seemed to be intoxicated by the mixed vocal music.

The two of them remained in the room quietly, without a word, without many words, without many movements, as if they were all one with the darkness.

At this moment, another Porsche drove from a small road in the distant town of Zhichuan to this barren place, spared the labyrinthine path of seven or eight tracks, and finally drove into the dark factory.

Suddenly, there was another million-dollar luxury car in the factory's carport.

Soon, only the sound of hurried footsteps stomping the stairs was heard, tuk tuk, and the sound finally stopped on the ninth floor.

There was a sudden knock on the door of the middle-aged man's office.

"Tuk, tuk, tuk!"

The knock on the door also seemed to have a very strange rhythm, and after four consecutive knocks, the door slowly opened, and a man in white slowly walked in.

The man in white was almost all white all over his body, except for the pair of black and blazing eyes.

He seemed to have the same but different hobbies as the man in black.

They all like to wrap themselves tightly and not be noticed by anyone.

It's just that one person seems to like white, while the other likes only black.

The man in white walked in slowly and walked to the lamp, but he still couldn't see his face clearly, because his face was still covered by a mask.

At this moment, the black-clothed man standing next to the middle-aged man spoke, "What's going on?"

His voice was calm and powerful, leaving no distraction, as if it were black and no color could be polluted.

The man in white also stood there like a rock, staring at the lamp, as if he liked the color of the lamp, because it illuminated the night.

He replied in a flat, water-like tone, "Today I saw a man at a romantic bar. ”

The middle-aged man still had a cigar in his mouth and smoke, and his whole body was still lying on the rocking chair, his eyes staring at the ceiling without turning his eyes, still refusing to speak, just listening carefully.

Is he a mute?

The black-clothed man's eyes were still staring at the two black lion heads, but he suddenly asked, "Who are they?"

The man in the white suit replied quietly, "Man!"

The answer was silly and funny.

The man in black said sharply: "Nonsense, except for women, of course you will only see men!"

The man in white snorted coldly and said, "But this man seems to be very different. ”

The man in black asked, "Oh?"

The man in white said slowly: "He is very good at fighting, and he is very powerful, I'm afraid even you and I are not his opponents." ”

The man in black also snorted coldly, his eyes were full of suspicion, and said, "Then you have to have a good experience!"

The man in white said as if he had heard a joke: "I'm afraid you don't have the courage to do this." ”

The man in black stared at him at this time, as if it was the first time he stared at someone, the white light of his body was in full view, his pupils seemed to be contracting, he hated this white, and soon he looked at the black lion's head again, and said slowly: "Why?"

The man in white smiled: "He has been in the army before. ”

The man in black said sharply, "What troops?"

The man in white whispered, "Galaxy Squadron!"

A faint smile appeared in the corner of the man's eyes, as if he was very familiar with the name Galaxy Squadron, but there seemed to be no fear in his deep and mysterious eyes.

At this time, the man in white also stared at him, and the darkness was in full view, and then he quickly turned to the table lamp and asked lightly, "What?

The man in black sneered, "Since you are not afraid, how can I be afraid?"

The two of them didn't say anything more, but looked at the middle-aged man sitting next to the desk at the same time.

The middle-aged man is still rocking the rocking chair again, and the sound of "creaking" is endless, this seems to be a very old rocking chair, isn't he a nostalgic person?

I don't know how long it took, the sound of the rocking chair suddenly stopped, and the middle-aged man took the cigar from his mouth and said, "Do you say what you just said again?"

His voice was deeper than that of the man in black, and thicker than that of the man in white.

Between the words, there is a style of leadership.

The man in white cleared his throat and continued: "He claims to be a member of the Galaxy Squadron, codenamed Crazy Leopard, who has spent three years in the frontier and killed 547 armed drug traffickers. ”

The middle-aged man let out a wry laugh and said, "Why did he come to Zhichuan Town?"

The man in white groaned, "I don't know!"

Only then did the middle-aged man lean forward and approached the table, and in the dim light, the man in white could see his face clearly for the first time.

With a full beard, he was a big bearded man, with deep eyes and flying eyebrows that cut into his temples.

In the faint yellow light, his eyes seemed to be blue-green, and from those blue-green eyes, a brilliant and sharp white light radiated, like a bloodthirsty sword.

From his lips, which were blocked by his unshaven beard, dozens of words spat out: "You give me a good check on his details to see if he is one of the people who have done bad things to me!"

The man in white nodded and said, "If so, do you need me to kill him?"

The middle-aged man pinched off the cigar butt fiercely, as if pinching to death the fly that had been biting his face, and said fiercely: "Kill!"

The man in white didn't speak again, but turned around and prepared to walk out.

They never seem to say a word of nonsense.

But at this moment, the bearded man suddenly said, "Wait!"

The man in white did not look back, but waited quietly.

I only heard the bearded man spit out dozens of words from his lips: "After finding out his identity, spare him a life!"

The man in white's eyes blinked suddenly, and his frown could be seen clearly from under the low brim of his hat.

It was a look of incomprehension, but he didn't ask why, but simply said one word: "Yes!" and then he walked out the door.

It wasn't until the sound of the "tuk tuk" from the stairs died down and the sound of the Porsche 911 engine faded away that the man in black spoke: "The Galaxy Squadron once killed our trading partners on the frontier and caused us heavy losses, if the information is true this time, he should be broken into pieces, why did you let him go?"

The middle-aged man leaned back in his chair again, and the darkness swallowed his face again, and he didn't know when he let out a heart-wrenching laugh, only to hear him groan: "Your words seem to be too much!"

The man in black lowered his head and said, "Yes!"

The bearded man said lightly, "Do you know why he came to Zhichuan Town?"

The man in black shook his head and said, "I don't know!"

The bearded man continued, "If he left the unit because of his break with the Galactic Squadron, can we consider being his friends?"

The eyes of the man in black shone with a light of enlightenment.

"The enemy of our enemy is our friend," he said confidently. ”

The bearded man sighed and said, "You are at least more conscious than the white-clothed killer!"

The man in black smiled and said, "So I can stay by your side all the time and be your black-clothed killer." Because in the face of any interest, the enemy will also become my friend. ”

The bearded man looked up to the sky and snorted, and then said, "Okay, I hope you can keep it up." He yawned suddenly, and said faintly, "I'm so tired today, it's time to rest, let's go!"

The desk lamp had been turned off, and the office suddenly became pitch black, and from the outside, the faint light from the windows of the office building disappeared, and the dark factory was finally completely engulfed in darkness.

What kind of place is this, and what kind of grievances does it have with Ye Han's former troops?