When I came out of Hachima, my face was calm, I walked out of the office, lit a cigarette first, took a deep breath, and then slowly walked down the stairs.

As I turned the corner, I snuffed out my cigarette.

That's when I saw Tiger standing there smiling at me.

The weather was nice today, and the two of us stood under the eaves, looked at each other, and both smiled.

"Let's get ready, we're on the plane tomorrow morning, I've got the visa, I'm here." Tiger smiled peacefully.

"Hmm." I nodded, and then told him, "This time Ciro will go with us too." ”

"Oh." Tiger was not surprised: "That's right...... There is no problem, originally I was going to take other people there, but since the eighth master decided to let you take Xiluo, I will go through the formalities. ”

Tiger walked over, patted me on the shoulder, and smiled, "This mission won't be difficult, but it won't be easy either, so you can prepare tonight...... You don't have to bring too many things, you need everything, you have it when you get there. ”

"Understood."

Suddenly, Tiger laughed, he took two steps back, looked at my face, and sighed sincerely: "Little Wu, how long have you been here?" ”

"It's been almost half a year."

"Well, it's been almost half a year." Tiger put his hands behind his back: "When I saw you half a year ago, you were still a very impulsive young man, and now, you finally have a calm look." ”

I nodded, then looked him in the eye and said, "You taught me a lot." ”

Tiger cracked his mouth and smiled.

The sun shone on us, with some warmth, and the two of us looked at each other and smiled, then shook hands, and Tiger said in a tone like a brother: "Don't worry." This time it will be successful, and I will take care of you! ”

Then we turned and walked away, and the moment we turned around, the smile on my face suddenly disappeared...... Instead, there is a hint of yīn haze!

I didn't stop, walked briskly through the garage and walked to the back room.

As soon as I entered, I closed the door with my backhand and leaned my back against it.

"What's wrong with you?" When I looked up, I saw Jojo standing in front of me, as if she had just taken a shower and changed her clothes. I wore a zippered jacket and tied my hair with a handkerchief, which was very refreshing.

"I'm going out tomorrow." I muttered for a moment and told her, "Go and run errands." ”

A hint of gloom flashed in Jojo's eyes. But then she laughed: "Desperate again? ”

"No, there won't be much danger this time...... Probably not. I dodged Jojo's gaze, then walked inside and pulled a suitcase from under the bed. I opened the wardrobe again, took out a few pieces of clothing, and stuffed them into them one by one.

Suddenly, my movements stopped.

In the hand is a Tang costume, black sè, a little old, but the pulp is clean!

Tiger gave me this dress, and I remember patting me on the shoulder and smiling when he gave me it......

I hesitated. Stuffed this Tang suit into the suitcase.

"Where are you going?" Jojo behind him asked.

"Go back to China first...... Then maybe go to Vietnam. "I didn't hide it from Jojo, because I have absolute trust in Jojo. Jojo is also very smart, and she won't tell anyone what I tell her.

"Returning home?" Jojo seemed to understand the reason for my ugly face: "You...... Return? ”

I laughed, but the smile was a little bitter: "Well, just go around the country, and you will leave immediately, and you won't stay in the country for a long time." ”

That night, Jojo uncharacteristically didn't joke with me anymore, and the game of "teasing" between us seemed to be suspended.

At night, I lay on the ground...... In fact, I've been sleeping on the floor with a thick mattress for the past few days. After all, it's one thing for everyone to joke, but I still have some psychological barriers when I really share the bed with Jojo.

I lay on the ground with my hands behind my head, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

The mattress underneath me is soft, and it doesn't feel hard at all, and it doesn't feel cold. But tonight I just couldn't sleep, and I looked at the ceiling carefully......

In the darkness, I could hear Jojo's breathing evenly...... Well, maybe she's asleep.

I sighed, then sat up, carefully lifted the quilt and stood up, walked to the wardrobe, opened the bottom drawer, pulled the whole drawer out, set it aside, and finally pulled something out of the mezzanine inside the drawer.

It was something wrapped in newspaper, and I opened it layer by layer, and inside was a gun.

A Browning pistol with two magazines next to it. I held it in my hand, and the cold handle of the gun felt hard to the touch...... I sighed, then picked up my gun and carefully wiped it with my scarf.

I picked up a bullet and squeezed it in my hand. Then suddenly he raised his gun and pointed it at the door, and then at the window.

I did a few aiming movements, took another deep breath, and put the gun down.

"What are you doing?"

In the darkness, Qiaoqiao's voice suddenly came. When I looked up, I saw Jojo with her upper body propped up, looking at me.

"Nothing." I replied lightly, put away the pistol, and put it back in the compartment.

I walked back to the mattress and sat down, feeling a little irritable, I couldn't help but touch the cigarette in the pocket of my clothes, and after feeling for a long time, I found that the cigarette case was empty.

"Can't you sleep?" Qiao Qiao's voice was very soft, and she sighed faintly: "Xiao Wu, are you worried about returning to China?" ”

"Hmm." I nodded, and in the dark, I smiled and said slowly, "Go back to China...... I never expected to go back so soon. ”

Then we fell silent again.

Finally, I don't know how long it took, Qiao Qiao's voice came from the bed: "Xiao Wu, come here." ”

"Huh?"

"Come here." Jojo's voice was calm.

In the darkness, I slowly stood up and walked to the bed. Jojo gently moved inside, making way for an empty seat. I lay down, and then I felt Jojo's hand gently hugging me.

Her body was limp. There's a sweet smell that drills into my nose......

I hugged her with my backhand......

It's a strange hug. In this kind of hug of ours, there seems to be no trace of affection, but I feel that at this moment, my heart has been soothed by a trace of warmth......

Jojo's voice sighed in my ear, and her voice was gentle: "Okay, let's sleep...... Everything will be fine. ”

I closed my eyes, opened my arms, and hugged Jojo tightly...... My fingers stroked gently over her back shoulder blades, which were skinny.

It seemed that for the first time, I suddenly realized in my heart: Jojo is a woman.

A very gentle, very feminine ...... Woman.

Finally. My mind calmed down, and I fell asleep......

When he left in the morning, Jojo didn't get out of bed. I know that she probably didn't sleep all night, because I felt her hand patting lightly on my body, just as my mother put me to sleep when I was younger...... This seemingly offbeat woman used her rare touch of tenderness to soothe me.

Just as I put on my clothes and picked up my suitcase and was about to go out, Jojo lay on the bed and said slowly:

"Come back alive."

……

Ciro was nervous, I could tell that.

His expression was serious...... It's even a little too serious. As I walked over, I felt his body straighten.

I smiled and patted him lightly on the cheek: "Handsome guy, take it easy!" We're not going to war. You're just going to be on a tour. ”

Ciro smiled at me, and I could feel his smile barely squeezing out.

I understand that this is the first time he has been out on an errand...... It was also the first time he had done something for the eighth master.

It's like the first time I got a "vote for the name", and I can understand his mood a little bit at the moment.

Tiger is wearing a suit, sunglasses, and a suitcase. Outwardly, he really misses the eldest of the three. In terms of status, he is indeed the leader of our trip.

A brother drove us to the airport, then waved goodbye to us, and before leaving, he looked at me and faced me with a very respectful look and tone: "Little fifth brother, brothers are waiting for the good news of your return!" ”

Little Fifth Brother......

I laughed, with a somewhat complicated smile.

When I heard this title again, I felt a little emotional.

Just like me in China back then, although I am not very old, the brothers around me will respectfully call me "little fifth brother".

The word "brother" is no longer just measured by age. What's more, it's a kind of strength, plus status...... and many other factors of the complex mix of standards. I know that my previous actions, from my work for the organization, to my public acceptance of the challenge of the Sand Tiger and the killing of him in the ring, have earned me respect among my brothers.

Even Ciro, though he was two or three years older than me, was more like my brother in every way.

Maybe I've been through too much.

The plane took off, I sat in my seat, chewing gum, and next to me was Ciro, who had gradually detached himself from his nervousness, but was a little excited and excited. He was looking at the beautiful flight attendants coming and going with a smile on his face. I closed my eyes, and I couldn't get a voice out of my head.

This voice is from the eighth master!

In my mind, the last words of the eighth master to me echoed repeatedly:

"This time out, you're going to help me kill someone......"