Section 243 No trace

Jiaming, you coward......

Gritting his teeth, the silent words lingered on his lips, but he couldn't shout them out anyway. Xiaoma and the others followed, if Jiaming really came to New York, there must be something he wanted to do, but at this moment, I wanted to see him once no matter what, even if I only saw him and didn't say anything, at least let her be sure that he really came......

There was a crowd of people in front of them, spreading messages such as gunfights and mafia fights, and the riots continued to spread step by step, and people up and down the escalators fled for their lives down, shouting loudly one after another, and there seemed to be guards in the rear trying to control order, but with little effect. The little mother's voice kept ringing in the back, but she didn't dare to stay, no matter what, since Jiaming wanted to hide, he would never let her see her in a place where there were familiar people.

Between the noisy and shouting, Yahan held on to the staircase railing and desperately went down, several times almost squeezed to the ground, after the next floor, it was another floor, his eyes searched for the crowd that could be seen, before and after, the moving heads seemed to be able to distinguish the hair color and race, and finally went down to the first floor, the huge indoor fountain played the changing water lines in the music, and the figure in front of her was also changing back and forth, but she couldn't find the figure she wanted to see anyway, and looked back at the upstairs, The crowd on the escalator was crowded, and seeing her turn around, the little mother waved the shopping bag in her hand vigorously, sweeping the first, second, and third floors, but she found nothing except unfamiliar faces......

Gu Jiaming, don't let me find you......

For Jiaming is here or not. She is actually not very sure in her heart, but in another country, since she saw the figure similar to Jian Suyan yesterday, she subconsciously had such a thought, Jia Ming is very powerful. But a powerful person may not be Jia Ming, of course she understands this. However, when the hidden man fired, the feeling came so strongly, the constantly flickering figure resembled the elegant woman of Jian Suyan...... She ran down desperately.

Mommy and they were already down the last flight of stairs, and she turned around and took a few blank steps through the crowd. Not far away, a tall, thin man squeezed out of the crowd in some panic and looked back. Slightly dazed, he walked forward......

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"Hey, ...... Zhuang"

"Why are you so messed up and discovered?"

"No, two mafia families are fighting. This mall is in chaos, and I'm now following Zhang Yahandi. She's alone now, separated from the bodyguards and the fat man who has awakened Yanhuang......"

"Beware of Jane's words. Al. You're the best tracker and I don't want to lose your ......"

"There were no suspicious people nearby. The situation is very chaotic at this time, it is difficult to grasp the whole situation, Zhuang, I still have fifteen seconds of safe time......"

"Are you trying to ......?"

"That's right."

"Sure?"

"Yes."

"OK, good luck ......"

In a concise conversation, he walked a few steps forward naturally, the group of bodyguards only went down to the halfway point of the escalator, Zhang Yahan walked blankly a few steps ahead, looking left and right, he naturally stretched his right hand into his clothes, six meters, five meters, four meters, three meters...... Approached......

Only two meters apart, it seemed that he could touch the back of the woman in front of him with a step of his hand, and that step out, just behind a column, which was a dead corner that the bodyguards on the escalator could not see, and he was about to pull out his gun, and suddenly, his body stiffened for a moment.

There was a press on the back of his head, and then another hand came into the rim of his eyelids, gently skirted his neck, and pulled it back in what looked like a zipper. Everything happened in an instant, pressing on the back of his head and gently picking the micro-walkie-talkie on his earlobe, the chill seeping into his internal organs, his left hand pressed down on his neck, blood seeped out of the cut on the thin blade, no matter what, he couldn't suppress it.

The strength of the whole body seemed to be drawn away in an instant, and the woman in front of him was only one meter away, as if she was standing behind her, but she couldn't speak, couldn't make a move, the woman still turned her head in a daze, trotted away in one direction, he staggered back a few steps, leaned his back against the pillar, and sat lightly on the ground, blood came out of his fingers......

A figure went in the opposite direction, put on headphones, and turned on the switch for the communication channel.

"Hello? Village? ā€

"Who are you...... How's Al? ā€

"He, listen carefully......" There was silence for a while, and after a moment, a certain woman screamed hysterically in the noisy crowd: "Oh, to be able to make a well-bred lady make such a sound, I think she must have seen a lot of blood, and we have to rule out the horror factor, don't you think?" ā€

"Who are you? What do you want? ā€

"Who you want to deal with, I want to talk to you."

"What are you talking about?"

"For example, the declaration of war between our two sides, or the matter of peace talks......

In such a conversation, the people over there naturally wouldn't know that Jiaming had already taken apart the miniature walkie-talkie, opened the watch cover, and pulled out a thin copper

Above, countless codes representing addresses scroll up on the watch screen

After a while, Jiaming threw the micro-machine to the ground and smashed it, looked back at the crowd that was even more riotous, and wrote down the address on his watch.

"It's like Detective Conan, isn't it......" muttered to himself, and he turned to join the chaotic flow of people and walked out the door.

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"Ahh You say......"

"I—I'm afraid...... I read it wrong, I don't know...... I can't say ......" shook his head a little helplessly, and then, the terrifying scream startled everyone around him, and he turned around. I saw a man sitting on the ground leaning against a pillar in the hall, his left hand pressed tightly against his neck, blood flowing from between his fingers to his clothes, and his eyes were still staring, but he was obviously dead, or rather...... There is no possibility of treatment.

"Yahan, let's not ...... Don't go over...... "I dragged it and wanted to go over to see what it was." The little mother stammered, far and near, and some people hurriedly avoided it. Some people surrounded him curiously and enthusiastically, and the steamed bun next to him rushed up first and squatted in front of him.

"What's wrong with you? What's wrong with the bottom? ā€

He asked loudly, but it was clear that the other party could not answer. Gently moving one of the fingers that the other party was holding around his neck, more blood suddenly gushed out. Seeing that the man's right hand was still in his clothes, he reached out and gently pulled it out. And I saw the man pull out his right hand. He still had a gun in his hand. Mantou was so frightened that he jumped out of two steps: "Wow......"

Seeing that the other party had a gun, he didn't seem to want to care about this matter anymore. Taking out a tissue to wipe the blood from his hands, he walked back to the two women: "Uh, it seems to be...... Someone slit his throat, he had a gun in his hand, and he ...... I seem to have the impression when I was on the escalator, this person seems to have deliberately approached Miss Zhang, well, you were on the other side of the pillar at the time, Mr. Chen has any impression? ā€

"That's right, I also have the impression that this person has been close to Miss." All trained professionals naturally have their own memory methods, and they can reproduce the big and small things in a certain period of time in their minds, so Mr. Chen recalled and nodded. The little mother said in a panic: "That...... What does that mean? ā€

"It means that this person originally wanted to be unfavorable to Miss, but someone secretly gave him a shot and saved Miss...... This guy is amazing......

"How, how...... How could anyone want to kill Yahandi? Suddenly hearing such news, the little mother called out anxiously.

"It doesn't have to be a killing, it's likely to be a kidnapping......"

Mr. Chen was explaining these things, and Di Yahan in the back suddenly broke free of her mother's hand, and ran a few steps closer to the dead man on the ground, looking at the blood gushing out of the ground, but she didn't show any fear or disgust, and the next moment, she turned her body and kept looking at the crowd around her.

"Yahan, you ......"

"Mom, don't come here!" Seeing that the little mother was about to follow, Yahan ran two steps outside, waved her hand and shouted loudly, this time, the little mother didn't give in at all, and her voice was fierce: "I don't care who it is!" Don't run around! You're in danger! ā€

"I'm not in danger, don't come with me! He will protect my land! ā€

Speaking loudly, her face was so anxious that she was about to cry, and after a while, Yahan cried out with a crying voice: "Don't follow me, I will go back, please, just this time...... He will protect me, I will be fine, I want to see him, he won't come out to see me if you follow me, I want to see him so much, please......"

At this point, Yahan had already cried loudly, tears were pouring down from her eyes, the little mother turned her head to the side, reached out and wiped her mouth and nose, looked straight at her, and spoke a little fast: "You know, I'm not your own mother...... But I treat you like my own sister, and it doesn't matter if you want to say that your own daughter...... So if you dare to make any accidents......" she yelled, "...... Then I'll die for you! ā€

"Thank you, Mom." Yahan laughed, reached out to wipe away her tears, and turned to run out the door.

Looking at her running away, the little mother said helplessly in the spot: "How did it become like this, we didn't offend anyone when we came to the United States this time...... What the hell is going on! ā€

"Don't worry, Miss Zhang will be fine."

"yes, don't worry."

On the side, Mantou and Mr. Chen hurriedly comforted her.

Ahead, there is a crowd of people.

Pushing open the door, she rushed out of the snowstorm.