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The summer day of the fire finally looked forward to a little shade.

Just after the afternoon of the day, there began to be a sporadic light rain that sprinkled like salt foam from the dull gray sky, rolled onto the translucent leaves, and was shaken off again a moment later.

Holding an ink-colored umbrella, Hua Ting was accompanying Mrs. Bai to a famous fabric workshop on Nanjing Road in Jing'an District to select the curtain fabric that the Bai Mansion would change every three months.

Due to the large number of people in the store, Hua Ting was hot and dry, and he was too lazy to squeeze his face and flesh with those chattering women to find guilt, so he stood outside the door with an umbrella and waited.

I was bored waiting for this, so I bought a newspaper from the newsboy's hand and looked at it, and saw that Bai Hua Ting's three words appeared in the position of the newspaper's headline section - Paramount created little singer Bai Hua Tingyan overpowered! The picture shows her standing in the center of the stage in a shirt and trousers that day, her eyebrows and eyes are upturned, and she is so confident.

The content was very interesting, and she was a little fascinated by it for a while, so she forgot to open her umbrella, stood in the thick rain curtain and carefully studied both sides of the newspaper, but she could not find any reports about Chen Shu; I don't know if it's disappointment or what, Hua Ting casually folded the newspaper and inserted it into the left pocket of his pants boringly, but accidentally touched a palm-sized hard object in the pocket.

The silver revolver given by Chen Shu is something she carries with her almost every day.

Until the rain stopped, Madame Bai didn't look like she was going to come out, Hua Ting felt bored, and was about to walk around this street by herself, but when she turned around, a familiar long figure suddenly broke into sight in this second.

Even on a sweltering summer afternoon, Chen Shu wore a crisp suit - a light-colored shirt, black trousers wrapped around his extraordinarily slender legs, and the jacket was casually worn in the crook of his arm; He hung his neck slightly, holding the umbrella held for him by the person next to him, with a heavy face, and fell into the sight of Hua Ting impartially. From the moment he got out of the car, his brows never stretched, but the moment he looked at Shanghua, he suddenly stopped.

Hua listened and looked at him motionlessly.

Chen Shu's eyes surged, as if a thousand words were choked in his throat, but he didn't know where to start, and even opened the corners of his lips slightly, but finally didn't say anything, raised his feet and hurriedly walked into the foreign restaurant full of luxury gold in front of him.

Hua Ting's hand clutching the silver revolver in his pocket finally let go.

There was nothing in her hands, and her heart was as empty as if she had lost something, she was not sad, but it was hollowed out, and her heart was like a closed and empty room, and even the faint breath could hear the echo.

What's so strange is that in such an era, everyone has the right to choose the path they want to take, and between the trade-offs, they know how to weigh it.

Thinking like this, Hua Ting took this lovelorn feeling with a shallow smile, and turned his head a little, and saw that in the second window of this café facing him, Chen Shu and a Japanese official in a grass-green military uniform were discussing something with their heads down; Judging from the shape of his mouth, the Japanese officer opposite was trying his best to express the meaning of his words in a mixed Chinese and Japanese way, and even added too many body movements, while Chen Shu opposite him nodded frequently and kept nodding.

It is estimated that it is about the matter of arms, and Hua Ting knows that Cai Bingrong's arms business has always had dealings with the Japanese, and now that it is in the hands of Chen Shu, it is natural to continue.

Hua Ting's face was smiling and mocking, and she happened to be caught in the eye by an accidental glance of Chen Shu in the window.

Across the road, tall buildings towering, gray wall tiles and cyan roofs towering high into the clear sky that began to glow slightly after the summer rain, Hua Ting squinted, stood up straight and opened his mouth, breathing hard a breath of fresh air after the rain, and when he opened it again, he was keenly aware of a faint reflection from the corner of a window on the opposite floor.

At first, she didn't care, and took steps to go to the fabric workshop to find Madame Bai, but suddenly remembered that when she was in the shooting club before, a senior instructor had given her a realistic acting lesson; The main purpose of this acting class is to teach them how to be resourceful and premature to detect and escape in the shortest possible time, no matter where they are, while being targeted by the muzzles of countless sniper rifles on the opposite floor.

Hua Ting hoped that the faint light just now was just her own illusion, so she looked up at the window on the fifth floor opposite.

The sun had just come out of the clouds, and the curtains on the windows on the 5th floor were drawn, but how could there be reflections? At the moment when Hua Ting thought that it was indeed an illusion of his own vision, an extremely small light flashed in the corner of the curtain on the fifth floor opposite.

Reflective lenses for sniper scopes!

Hua Ting's eyes widened, she stared at the window on the fifth floor opposite, and after the reflection was once again confirmed by the naked eye, she quickly made the following judgments in her mind.

The Jianguo Hotel opposite is facing the café where Chen Shu is now sitting, and this café only has two floors, judging from the reflective position on the opposite side, his target is the first three rows of windows on the first and second floors of this café, including the one where Chen Shu is sitting now.

Was that man going to shoot Chen Shu or the other people in the café?

Or is it ...... The Japanese official?

Thinking of this, Hua Ting ran to the main entrance of the palatial Jianguo Hotel opposite, and because of her rapid steps, the car on the road stopped the wheels in time while passing her; In just a few seconds, the sound of the whistle throughout the road continued, causing all the surrounding people to look curiously towards the center of the road.

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In room 513 on the 5th floor of the Jianguo Hotel, the air is silent, and through the gap in the curtains of this arched window, you can see the bustling street below, the girl in the center of the road seems to have noticed something, she has just looked up in this direction more than once, and now she is running towards this side in a hurry with a look, she must have noticed something......

There was a small hole in the lower right corner of the window, just enough to poke the muzzle of the gun out.

Hessensen's gun was locked on the second window on the first floor of the café 100 meters across the street.

Chen Shutong and the Japanese officer were curiously turning their heads to look at the girl in the white shirt in the center of the road.

It's even better that way! He moved his stiff neck, and caught a glimpse of a large spider web on the window railing, delicately woven and trembling slightly in the silent air.

He squinted slightly, his gaze pierced the eyebrows of the man in the second window like nails, more than a hundred meters away, he could fully imagine that as long as he moved his fingers and pulled the trigger, the moment the gun rang out, the man opposite would fall headlong on the delicate marble floor of the café......

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There was a loud bang!

Hua Ting, who had already run to the gate of the Jianguo Hotel, turned around in horror.

The second window of the café opposite burst open, and the Japanese officer, dressed in a grass-green military uniform, was shot in the head and fell on the marble floor of the café in an extremely tragic posture......

For a while, there was a mess in the café.

She didn't stop and continued to run towards the lobby of the Jianguo Hotel.

There were people coming and going in the lobby on the first floor of the Jianguo Hotel, and Hua Ting's movement really aroused the gaze of several pairs of curious eyes.

She was thinking that after a person commits a crime in a special place, he usually chooses to abandon the elevator and take the stairs, or continue to stay in his room unharmed; However, the latter is less likely, because the deceased knows at a glance that he is a government official, and once a government official is assassinated, several excellent shooting points in the vicinity will be forcibly sealed off in the shortest possible time, so the murderer will generally choose to leave as much as possible after committing the crime.

As Hua Ting thought this, her footsteps were already walking towards the marble staircase on the side of the hotel.

She suddenly had a strong premonition that the unknown sniper who shot the Japanese official this time should be the same person who shot the Japanese official in the Juxintang Teahouse last time!

She trotted up the stairs and climbed four stories of stairs in four steps and two steps.

Panting and looking up, a figure she knew all too well was swaying down the marble staircase at a brisk pace.

He whistled, put his hands in his pockets, and wore a light-colored suit to set off his noble and elegant temperament, and he always had no sense of disobedience.

Flower Listening stopped.

He slowed his steps, and with a solemn expression on his face when he was listening to the flowers five steps away, he was smiling refreshedly.

"Sister Flower." As always, it's not serious.

"What are you doing here?" The tip of Huating's nose was covered with fine beads of sweat, and it was only after exercising for so many minutes, why did she sweat profusely.

"Play." He smiled with a yuppie smile.

"What to play?" Whether it was because of the vigorous exercise just now or the confusion of the mind at the moment, Hua Ting felt that his heartbeat had increased for no reason.

"My friend is playing cards upstairs, what? Sister Hua has itchy hands again? The usual tone didn't sound inappropriate.

"Then why did you come down again?" Hua Ting asked step by step.

"Tired of playing, you can't go home?" Jane also took one step at a time, jumped to the distance of only one step away from her, lowered her head slightly, and looked like a romantic yuppie, "It's you, a girl's family, what are you doing in a hotel?" ”

"Did you hear the gunshot?" Hua Ting's brows tightened.

"Gunshots?" Jian Yi shook her head, "The music in the room is too loud, maybe you didn't hear it." ”

"Didn't you hear?"

"You said gunshots, did something happen?" Jane also suppressed the smile in her eyes with extreme cooperation.

Hua Ting looked at his flawless face, tried to settle down on the messy mind in his heart, secretly clenched his hands, and re-focused his gaze.

It can't be so coincidental, there are Jian Yi at the location of the two incidents.

Intuition told her that the probability of a coincidental event is too low!

So it can't be that coincidental!?

"Jian Yi," she raised one eyebrow, and a slow smile spread from the corner of her mouth, "Who are you?" ”

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