Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Attack

Ah Fei motioned for Lin Xiaoke to sit on the edge of the bed, closed the door, and pulled up the curtains again. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Lin Xiaoke was a little shy, but he didn't seem to have any intention of leaving this room, "What are you doing, closing the doors and windows in broad daylight?"

Ah Fei smiled, "Guess what I'm going to do"

"I warn you, I'm not welcome if you mess around."

Ah Fei smiled slightly, called out the virtual account, and recited a few words silently.

In the blink of an eye, a large amount of money appeared in Ah Fei's hands.

This kind of withdrawal of money is not the first time that Ah Fei is not unfamiliar.

For Lin Xiaoke, he was inexplicably surprised.

took the banknote in Ah Fei's hand, and carefully verified it, until he was sure that it was a genuine coin, and then asked, "You.... How did you do that? ”

"Hehe, I said I learned a kind of magic, do you believe it?"

"You're here again, why do you always deceive people with such retarded words"

"You don't believe the truth, okay, you ask the housekeeper to prepare some boxes for money, you have eaten more than forty strings in a row before, take a whole number and count 40 million no opinion, right?"

If it weren't for his trust in Ah Fei, I'm afraid Lin Xiaoke would really call the police.

Lin Xiaoke glanced at Ah Fei again, as if he had decided something, and went out to ask the housekeeper to prepare the box.

.......

Zhou Zhou has not been idle these days, since the engagement ceremony was destroyed, his whole person has become more low-key.

During this period of time, he secretly acquired Lin's loose shares, coupled with the attractive conditions offered to several shareholders, and it seemed that he could hold a shareholders' meeting to get the initiative.

Zhou Zhou, who was meticulous, did not let go of his heart, and in order to ensure that nothing went wrong, he even called Yang Jiajia.

After a little lobbying, he hit it off with Yang Jiajia, you must know that the enemy of your enemy is a friend, and Zhou Zhou still understands this basic thinking.

"Do you think that by winning over a second shareholder, you can keep the Lin family, daydreaming?"

Zhou Zhou, who was sitting on the sofa, had a fierce expression on his face.

......

Shinichi likes to perform tasks alone, without dragging others down, and will not be dragged down by others.

Since taking over the last mission, Shinichi has become busy.

Sometimes I go out for most of the day, and sometimes I write and draw on a map.

They even look into transportation issues such as bus routes.

As a competent killer, he usually counts down to the minute.

The plan was revised again and again, and finally on this day, the stroke in the new hand made the last circle, and then stopped and never looked at it again.

Shinichi set off on his bike that night, and he knew exactly which routes he would take without cameras.

He was dressed in normal attire, did not walk in black at night, and did not carry a suitcase.

The exaggerated outfit in the TV series really made him feel sick to his stomach, and he wanted everyone to see that the person was a killer at first sight.

How could it be possible to do that in reality, what the killer has to do is to make everyone ignore him, and it is better to see it and not remember it at all.

Shinichi came to a certain villa, hidden in the middle of a large field of weeds, and the bicycle had been abandoned a few kilometers away, and he raised his hand to look at his watch, and it was 2:30, exactly what he expected.

Shinichi moved his body gently in the grass, he knew that there were three cameras around the villa, and from the brand and model information of the cameras, he found that the camera had a wide angle, and the camera would move every fifteen minutes, from left to right, right to left. When the camera moves, there is a window of about five seconds between the two cameras.

Shinichi looked up at his watch again, and then stared at the camera.

Sure enough, the camera began to move, and Shinichi took a deep breath and made a tumbling motion, approaching the railing of the villa.

This place has also been studied by Shinichi, and the camera after moving can only shoot here the next time it moves, that is, in these fifteen minutes, this place is a blind spot for the camera.

Shinichi took out a hacksaw blade from his pocket, and grinded it on the iron railing calmly and powerfully, only sawing a section of a railing, there was a distance between each railing, and the added width was enough for Shinichi to drill into.

This villa where Lin Xiaoke is located is not equipped with any thugs, at most only two security guards are arranged.

The reason is naturally because no one has lived here for a long time, and only recently Lin Xiaoke has lived here temporarily, in order to deal with the company's various affairs more conveniently.

Ah Fei took the opportunity to come and live, nominally to protect Lin Xiaoke, but in fact...

Lin Xiaoke didn't bother to care, she actually needed a support psychologically, as for Ah Fei's other thoughts, she pretended not to know, at least she knew that Ah Fei wouldn't mess around, he wasn't that kind of person.

This night, Ah Fei was sitting cross-legged on the bed, meditating on the words that came to his mind.

Mind reading,It's not accurate to simply define it as a pickle girl book.,In fact, this is a psychology book.,The words in it.,Language,Action.,The content of the four major sections of the expression,Far beyond similar books in today's society,The subtleties can only be understood。

Ah Fei had escaped several times because of the content in this book, and when he tasted the sweetness, he corrected his mentality and often practiced secretly.

If Lin Xiaoke saw the scene in front of her, she wouldn't believe it at all, no matter how she looked at that serious and hard-working figure, it didn't look like the Ah Fei she knew.

Shinichi gently put down the sawn iron bar, and gently flipped it in.

The target was in the second room on the third floor, and he didn't let go of this information collection.

Creeping upstairs, Shinichi pinched the gun in the bag.

There was only one bullet in this gun.

It only takes one bullet to kill a person.

For Shinichi, if a second one is needed, it is no different from a failed mission.

Touching the third floor, Shinichi tightened his grip on the pistol and raised his hand to open the safe.

With his other hand, he pulled a wire out of his pocket and twisted it against the lock of the door.

Ah Fei opened his eyes, and some of Suosuo's voices made him a little puzzled.

After thinking about it for a while, he secretly screamed in his heart that it was not good, and immediately crouched on the side of the bed, holding a pen in his hand from the pen holder on the desk.

The door was gently pushed open, and a dark figure stood with a gun.

Ah Fei sprinkled the pen, and the sharp tip of the pen rushed away to the black shadow in an instant with the sound of whirring wind.

Shinichi was also quick to react, turning his head to avoid a hidden weapon coming towards his head, but there was a popping sound from his hands and chest.

Shinichi glanced down, only to see a few pens in his chest and right hand, the tip of the pen was no longer visible, at least two centimeters inside, blood flowed out instantly, and his clothes were also dyed red.

A sharp pain spread throughout his body, and the hand holding the gun almost lost his strength.

Ignoring all this, Shinichi hunched his back and rushed towards the direction of the bed, rolled to the side of the bed, and swung out a fist with his left hand, heading towards Ah Fei's head.

At this distance, Ah Fei couldn't dodge, so he could only tilt his head slightly to avoid the vital point.

At this time, Ah Fei also threw a punch, but the target was the opponent's hand holding the gun.

With two bangs, Ah Fei was forced to slide out a distance of one or two meters.

On the other side, a stream of blood burst out of Shinichi's right hand wound and splashed all over the ground, and his right hand could no longer hold back the pain, and the gun fell to the ground.