Manhattan, New York, two o'clock in the morning.

In the streets surrounded by high-rise buildings, the hustle and bustle of the city still continues, the brilliant lights extend in the long street that can not be seen at a glance, the traffic is still densely shuttled, the pedestrians on the side of the road are only slightly less than in the daytime, the figures of homeless people, beggars and some strangely dressed young people are more, police cars are parked on the side of the road, two policemen are standing by the telephone pole with coffee chatting, the white vapor from the coffee is mixed with the heat when talking and breathing, I don't know when, people subconsciously stop and stretch out their hands, Look up at the night sky of the market surrounded by high-rise buildings.

Snowflakes of goose feathers fall from the sky.

As Christmas approaches, the first snow of the winter falls in New York.

In the "St. John's" restaurant, which is open all night at the corner of the road, through the huge floor-to-ceiling glass windows, the people who are still resting in it at this time are pleasantly surprised to talk about the heavy snow that is falling, compared to the previous soft background music but a little too dull atmosphere, the arrival of this first snow has undoubtedly brought new vitality to the restaurant, everyone has a real relaxed smile on their faces, talking about snow, talking about something really interesting.

This restaurant covers an area of about four or five hundred square meters, the decoration is simple and generous, the lighting is sufficient, at this time the customers in the store are about eighty percent full, most of them are relatively young men and women, most of them are employees who work all night in nearby companies and office buildings to relax and take a break, most of these people drink coffee, and there are also those who don't know where to go on this close Christmas night, most of these people have wine in front of them, and pour themselves without saying a word, from time to time someone pushes the door in, subconsciously pats the snowflakes on the shoulder, Ordered something at the counter to take away.

On the seat in the corner near the window of the restaurant, a girl in white is sitting there, she is wearing a white tennis cap printed with the Nike logo, under the brim is a delicate face full of oriental atmosphere, holding a book in her hand and looking at it quietly, a white trench coat is hung on the side of the chair, the warm velvet outlining the figure that is somewhat poor compared to Westerners but perfect as an Oriental, the velvet is also white, and the snow scene outside the window seems to blend perfectly, and the legs are blue-gray trousers, With one leg on top of the other, a cup of coffee sat in front of her, and it seemed to be cold after a while, but she didn't mind, occasionally putting down her book, taking a sip of coffee, and then smiling and looking out the window at the snow.

Even though it is in the world city of New York, it is rare to see such a near-perfect Chinese girl, and after a while, a man about thirty years old, wearing a restaurant overalls, with a rather mature appearance, came over with another cup of hot coffee, and gently replaced the coffee cup in front of the girl, the girl raised her head slightly, and glanced at him: "I didn't ask for service." ”

"Your coffee is already cold, and this cup is free to taste."

"Hmm." Not feeling too much surprise, the girl nodded, then lowered her eyes again, turned the page of the book in her hand, and said lightly, "Thank you." ”

It's a little hard to speak, the man thought to himself, maybe it's because he often receives such inexplicable preferential treatment. Then, naturally, he pulled out the chair on the other side and sat down there: "If you don't mind, I want to introduce myself, my name is Sam." Elliot, the chef of this restaurant, are you Chinese? ”

Smiling, the woman closed the book and looked up: "If you're the chef in this restaurant, then I think you should go back to the back kitchen." ”

The cook smiled, ignoring the expulsion in her words: "Myself? ”

Shaking her head, the woman's eyes looked out the window at the snowy streets, the traffic was still crowded to come and go, and the snowflakes had melted when they landed on the ground, but the goose feather snowflakes flying in the sky and the white vapor when people breathed still brought a hint of coldness, and in front of her, the chef was still talking with a very good smile.

"Then it's Chinese, I've been to China several times, Yanjing, Hong Kong, Hangzhou, China is very good......"

"Thank you." The woman took a sip of her coffee, then smiled and confessed, "I hate America, and I wish I could have come without it if I could." ”

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From a purely artistic point of view, this is a room without any aesthetic sense, of course, in terms of pure practicality, ample lighting, reasonable placement, all kinds of modern facilities and instruments, huge display screens hanging on metal walls, neat bookshelves, folders, all with efficiency in mind, that is, the standard American style.

“…… Dear Mr. Castro, in order to show my gratitude to you, Mr. Mimori has asked us to bring this time, in addition to thanking you, there is also this plan for the next step of cooperation between our two sides, as we all know, Takamagahara, China's Yanhuang Awakening, and the Nordic Dark Lyra have already made a preliminary alliance after the last meeting, so that at present we are still in the defensive stage in the Asian part, and the political axe of the Saymoto expects stability, after they intervened, We are also subject to a lot of restrictions......" the voice of conversation came to mind in the room, "There is a famous saying in China that the lips are cold and the teeth are cold, so Mr. Mimori hopes that everyone can put aside their past prejudices for a while, and after New York, we will also go to South America, Australia, and Europe, and I hope that Mr. Castro will join Mr. Mimori in issuing an initiative......"

"Regarding this matter, Mr. Mimori was already on the phone with me before you got on the plane, and there will be absolutely no problem." Mr. Castro, who was sitting inside, smiled, "However, there are still different opinions in the organization about certain things...... Tracing back to the roots, Peloga was named Death Bodhi a long time ago, originated in China, and after hundreds of years of evolution into the current scale of the organization all over the world, it is clear that in some aspects, the essence of the surname has changed, we do not think that the complete surname of the organization is necessarily good, the Nordic Peloga forces are dominated by those French, at present, they have almost become liberal fighters fighting for Corsican reading, we all know that Corsica is a sacred land, It's certainly a country of read, and I admire their spirit, but I have to admit that they don't have the name killer anymore, and in North America, we're not all in the business of killing people, you know, we're even involved in politics......"

The whole Peroga internal contradictions are full of contradictions, although the relationship between the American Department and the headquarters is good, but naturally there are people they don't like, talking about free Corsica, but pragmatic they are very unkind to the incorrigible romantic mood of the French, in their opinion, this group of stupid French people oppose everything that can be opposed, in order to express their unique mood and taste, since several very unpleasant cooperation, the two sides have turned their faces, South America and North America also have some friction, and the Australian branch has always had no sense of existence, I don't want to see everyone, and everyone doesn't want to see him...... Of course, these are trivial things, when we need to unite, we can still combine temporarily, after all, we are facing a lot of crises, since the last time I planned to kill James to blame Yan Huang for the failure of the awakening, the miracle of creation has also been looking for trouble with the American Pei Luojia...... After talking for a while, the two sides talked about the most practical things this time.

"About that Zhang Yahan, we don't want to kill her, for such a killer who is as strong as a tulip, we have always maintained a considerable sense of awe, but since the gods have acted without thoughts, there is not much buffer room between the two sides, as far as we know, although Yanhuang Awakening has been defending this person, but that Miss Tulip actually has no intention of really cooperating with Yanhuang Awakening, she is a real free person, therefore, as long as there is a hostage she cares about, After that, our side will be able to take a considerable number of active surnames, of course...... If she kills her, we'll have to kill her, but after all, it's going to be a lot of trouble, it's unnecessary......"

"We understand this, but as far as we know, Yan Huang's awakening reaction this time was quite fast, it seems that before that Miss Zhang arrived in the United States, they had some people here, and they rushed over as soon as possible to protect that Miss Zhang." Castro smiled, "Of course, don't worry, we won't take this protective power into our eyes, even if there is the so-called immortal Mr. Cui Guohua Cui...... This is, after all, the United States, and it is much more troublesome to protect than to destroy. ”

"Of course we understand the power of the U.S. Ministry." The envoy echoed and smiled, "Moreover, Yanhuang's awakening is in the United States, so he should also be an unpopular persona, right?" ”

"Hehe, if in normal times, of course the FBI and the NSA will expel these people, but because of the last incident, the miracle of creation is also very hostile to us, and they used their influence within the political axe, this time it should not help both sides, of course...... I like to have no one in hand. ”

With a toothy grin, the phone on the table rang, and the man named Castro picked it up, and after a while, hung up again: "Actually, our people have completed the preliminary investigation, and I think we will be able to carry out the operation tomorrow, and when the time comes, maybe Mr. Watanabe can take that Miss Zhang back to the book with him, I think it will be a very pleasant journey......"

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The snowflakes were still fluttering, and in the restaurant, the chef was still talking.

"Then we think we'll have a common language, and again, I hate New York......"

Speaking from the heart, this is indeed a very attractive man, even if the conversation is a little presumptuous, but the smile is very sincere, the way of speaking is not annoying, and he doesn't look like a playboy, if he usually speaks, at least most girls will smile, echo and nod, a small number of girls may even be, but, before he could follow the woman's words to come up with a reason to hate New York, the woman looked at a car parked on the side of the road, already stood up with a smile, picked up the windbreaker, and put the money on the table.

"It is said that by believing in the Lord, any sin will be redeemed."

When she said this, the man was suddenly a little confused, and subconsciously nodded, only to see that the woman was holding a "Bible" in her hand, but it probably looked like the most crude and cheap pirated Bible in the world, which was clear at a glance.

"Praise the Lord."

The voice seemed sarcastic, but other than that, she didn't say anything else, put on her trench coat, and walked straight out the door, pushing the door open, and the sky was full of snowflakes.

The man opened his mouth wide and exhaled helplessly for a long time, and a male waiter came over to clean up his things and said with a smile: "Sam? Do you also have times when you are rejected? ”

"Occasionally, there will always be." He smiled, but his eyes involuntarily turned out of the window, followed by the Chinese girl, and saw her walking down the street again, and the snowflakes fell on her tennis cap and coat. The scene of the street market is still the same, the bright street lights, the endless traffic, two policemen chatting in the police car on the corner, not far away a small car opened the door, an ordinary person packed coffee and egg tarts from the restaurant, carried the bag into the car, the car seemed to be about to drive away.

In front of the window, the woman stopped, seemed to remember something, and followed the man to the parking place on the street, at this time the man had already entered the car, the woman leaned over the window and said something, and could vaguely see a round object attached to the front window of the car. For a moment, the faces and movements of the people in the car seemed to be a little strange.

What are they talking about?

I couldn't help but have such doubts in my heart, looking from behind, I saw that the woman's body seemed to move, and the glass on the front door suddenly shattered, and before she could react to what was going on, the woman's windbreaker suddenly rose, and in her hand, she was holding two submachine guns, one gun was aimed at the person in the window, and the other gun was just against the head of an American who rushed out of the back door.

He will probably never forget what happened at that moment for the rest of his life.

In an instant, the gunshot rang out, even in the restaurant, it could be heard clearly, through the transparent glass window, in the heavy snow, the human head exploded like a watermelon, blood splashed, the muzzle of the gun was pulled down without hesitation, the whole person's body was directly torn into pieces, the bullet passed through, countless flesh and blood spread out, and in an instant, a terrifying mark five or six meters long was pulled out on the ground.

Within seconds, the car was shattered by the frantic strafing, two people were shot and killed in a blur, one person escaped, but only ran a few steps before being hit by the traffic and flew away, followed by a chaotic horn and collision, and a large-scale traffic accident occurred in an instant.

Stretching out her hand on the roof of the car, the woman's body flipped over the car and walked directly towards the person who got up from the ground and wanted to escape, and at the same time, the two policemen in the police car around the corner reacted......

(To be continued)