Seeing Masaki looking at his cigarette, Keanu Reeves was slightly stunned, as if he had thought of something, handed over the cigarette case and asked with a smile, "Do you smoke?"

Masaki didn't refuse, he took it, I don't know why, seeing Keanu Reeves's pleasing cigarette lighting action, even if he didn't smoke much after being reborn, his smoking addiction was also hooked at the moment.

The two of them watched the people dancing in the open space in the night sky, swallowing the clouds and spitting mist.

"What was the name of the kung fu you performed yesterday?" asked Keanu Reeves as he turned his head to look into Masaki's eyes.

"Tai Chi," Masaki said.

"Very good-looking boxing, in fact, I also have a certain understanding of Huaguo Kung Fu, Huaguo is a very magical country," Keanu Reeves squinted, the red cigarette butt flashing with his breath next to his mouth.

"Oh?" Masaki waited for his next step.

"The action director in "The Matrix", Mr. Yuan is also a Chinese, and the fight sequences are all designed by Mr. Yuan using Chinese kung fu as the prototype," Keanu Reeves explained.

Masaki nodded suddenly, he is no stranger to this, because the success of the Matrix is inseparable from the action design inside.

"'The Matrix 2' is also in preparation, if Mr. Masaki is interested, I can talk to the director and let you play a cameo role in it," Keanu Reeves said, turning to Masaki.

"Is it okay to play a cameo role?" Masaki's eyes lit up slightly, if he could leave his figure in the classics and participate in it, it would be a good experience.

"Of course, but it can't be the main character," Keanu Reeves said with a rare joke.

"Mr. Masaki, meet again, remember me?" a female voice sounded at this moment, and a woman in a miniskirt walked up to Masaki and said apologetically.

"Are you?" Masaki looked at the other party with a frown, trying to remember, but found that he found nothing.

When the woman saw Masaki's expression, she didn't know whether she was happy or disappointed on her face, and she came to apologize, but the other party didn't even remember who she was, but this is normal, Masaki and her are no longer the same.

"Last time at the Grammys, I was next to your seat, and we had a relationship," Anna said awkwardly.

Masaki thought for a while, and saw the woman's appearance at the moment, and gradually connected with the female companion next to the man who occupied his seat last time, it turned out to be her, and she was hostile to herself with the man last time, no wonder she couldn't remember, their intersection was just one or two sentences.

"Well, I remember", Masaki nodded, his expression did not change superfluously, he was not happy or sad, he was not a small-bellied person, and some things were like the breeze in the past.

"My name is Anna, I'm sorry for what happened last time", Anna said that Masaki remembered herself, and showed a hint of joy.

"It's okay last time, I didn't pay attention to it," Masaki said casually, focusing on Madonna dancing in the middle of the meadow.

Seeing the indifferent look of political discipline, she was a little lost, the most failed person, probably not disliked, but ignored, when we first met, he was just an unknown Asian in the European and American entertainment circles, who would have thought that in a blink of an eye, this man has achieved her unattainable results, album sales in the United States, Super Bowl halftime show guest!

But she doesn't seem to give up, and from time to time she chats with Zhengji, and Zhengji is in the way, although she is not interested, she can only respond with a match, and after a few minutes, she finally couldn't help it, revealing her careful thoughts.

"Mr. Maki, I wonder if you can help me write a song?" Anna looked at Maki, deliberately touched Maki lightly with her body, and looked at him with a flattering face.

"Huh?" Masaki glanced at Anna.

"I will repay you, with everything I have, even if it is myself", Anna, who was dressed in revealing clothes, adhered to Masaki, deliberately squeezed her chest on Masaki's arm, exposing her deep career line in front of Masaki's eyes, and said with silky eyes.

Masaki's throat moved slightly, to be honest, Anna's figure is really good, but is he so easily tempted?

"I'm sorry, I think you misunderstood," Masaki pulled his arm from the other party's arms and walked over to Keanu Reeves without looking back, laughing with them as if nothing had happened.

And Anna, on the other hand, looked at the back of Zhengji in surprise, as if she had not recovered from the other party's neat refusal, her eyes flashed with a little unwillingness, but she was helpless, her most proud capital, but it did not play any role in Zhengji, which made her feel very frustrated.

In the dark night, a few vehicles were driving on the street, and a figure seemed to be walking casually in the night, walking casually on the street where only three or three people were standing, it was none other than Masaki who came out of Celine Dion's house.

He refused Celine Dion's offer to send him, and he didn't choose to call a taxi, but at some point, it rained lightly, but it didn't hurt, but it had a cool and unique feeling.

At the door of the bar, there are scantily dressed girls standing in twos and threes, not afraid of the light rain, standing in the drizzle smoking a lady's cigarette, the heavy makeup is a little flowery in the rain, but it can't stop them from reaching out to greet Masaki when they see him walking by, revealing their sexiest part, saying some flirtatious words, their profession, needless to say, I think I've guessed it all.

After seeing Masaki walking by unmoved, there will be a few scolding and ridicule behind the rejected voice.

Masaki didn't mind, at this time, he only felt the real life of Americans from the closest distance, not how perfect it is that some "shepherd dogs" in China yearn for, and the moon is not as round as in China, and there are also classes struggling at the bottom of society.

Casually put a few dollars of change in front of the homeless man covered with dirty clothes and blankets at the corner of the street, and left in the other party's thanks, Masaki glanced at the time, turned a corner, and walked to an inconspicuous building.

When he reappeared, there was already a mask on his face, and a silver delicate mask was just right to cover the features on Masaki's face, and his momentum at this moment had become completely different from the low-key and casual just now, as if it was as heavy as a mountain, and it made people feel depressed and breathless, as if the wind was cold when they walked.

Like death in the dark night, Masaki's footsteps were silent, light as if he had never touched the ground, seemingly slow, but it seemed to be Suo Dichen's general step a few meters away, making people feel dazzled.

At the same time, his spiritual power emanated like flowing water, the occasional sound of talking, bird calls, and even the sound of cockroaches crawling on the ground, and the extremely insignificant sound of the occasional deformation of the building steel bar, all of which were listened to by him in every detail, and converged into a three-dimensional picture in his mind, and at this moment, he had a feeling that everything was under control.

"Jirui, who do you think will win tonight's ball game?" The two men, talking and laughing in the corridor, suddenly looked up and saw Masaki who had just walked out of the corner, his position at the moment happened to be illuminated by the moonlight of the window, and the silver mask reflected the cold moonlight, which flashed the sight of the two in an instant.

"Who!" The man who spoke just now was suddenly startled, his hand reached into his waist, and he subconsciously pulled out his gun.

However, before he could react, his eyes went dark, and then all consciousness passed away from his mind, and the last thing in his eyes before he died was a look of disbelief, and the companions around him walked into his footsteps in the next second.

Zhengji's hands left the chests of the two, and with two "poofs" sounds, two men with big shoulders and round waists, their bones were like broken, and they sat paralyzed on the ground, and blood flowed from the corners of their mouths.

As if having accomplished a trivial matter, Masaki turned around and continued walking towards the gloomy hallway, leaving behind two silent bodies.

"Someone has invaded on the second floor!" In the monitoring room on the top floor, a man saw this scene through the monitor, and was suddenly startled, and kicked a colleague who was sleeping on his stomach on the side, and the next second, the screen represented by the monitor became a snowflake, representing the end of the monitor's life, the man looked panicked, picked up the phone and shouted loudly.

"I see," a heavy, indifferent voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Poof", another person fell at the feet of Masaki, his ears moved slightly, and the sound of dense footsteps sounded in the corridor, the building that was quiet just now seemed to explode at the moment, full of all kinds of slang and whining sounds, as well as the crisp click of a firearm, which seemed to be only a few dozen meters away from him.

Masaki did not panic in the slightest, and with a slight wave of his hand, the pistol on the ground, as if it had been enchanted, floated up and was held in his hand, loaded with a "click", and walked firmly towards the door in front of him.

"Bang!" The wooden door of the corridor in front of him was kicked open suddenly, and seven or eight men saw the silver mask of Masaki in the night light, and the muzzle of the gun in his raised wrist.

"Bang bang bang!" Immediately after, there was naturally a rain of bullets, slashing through the dark corridor, and the missed bullets splashed on the metal, splashing fireworks, reflecting the different expressions on everyone's faces in the dark, some frightened, some angry, and some cruel vents.

In this rain of bullets, Masaki looked at all this indifferently, his red eyes clearly imprinted everyone's expressions, and the bullets drilled out of the chamber of the gun, the red bullets seemed to be scorching the air, cutting through the ripple-like passages, spinning and shooting in his direction.

ps:The interruption of this period of time,It's not the author's subjective judgment.,It's a last resort.,Because some of the content in the book didn't pass the review.,So it's required to be rectified.,It's not until now that the website review has passed.,I'm sorry to everyone here.,The author will work hard to update in the next days.,Not a eunuch.。