Touching his throat, although it was not the first time that Chen Peng had faced death, his feelings today were still the most direct and violent, like an avalanche pressed down from above, there was no room to dodge, and even his thinking stopped.

But it stopped at the last moment.

……

Bang.

Chen Peng's back hit the wall, the sound was not small, but in fact it was not too impactful, the opponent's strength was accurate to the millimeter, and that only gave him a strong sense of death, and also let him witness how to kill the opponent's right hand finally retracted it without hurting him at all.

"You've died once." 47 spoke in English flatly, his body trembling imperceptibly at the same time, and with a few soft sounds, several twisted pieces of metal fell out of the tears in his clothes and fell to the ground.

"Come in ten minutes."

The 47, who let go of Chen Peng, turned around and walked steadily towards the alley, and soon disappeared into the shadow of the corner, without looking back again, leaving only a word.

The sudden turn of danger and 47's very strange behavior made Chen Peng stunned for a while, and for a while he couldn't figure out what 47's purpose was in making such a move, to warn himself? Or something else?

By the time he came to his senses, 47 had already left.

Chen Peng frowned and thought for a while, but decided to wait and see what happened, as 47 said, if he wanted to kill himself, he had already succeeded just now, since he didn't kill himself, and he didn't even get hurt, then to some extent, it proved that he didn't have much malice towards himself, and in this situation where personal safety could be guaranteed, Chen Peng felt that it was a better choice to continue to observe.

Of course. He also doesn't think that this guy who can kill his opponent's life in the ring at will will be a kind person, there must be a reason for what he did, and for this reason, it must not be long before it will come to light.

……

Just when Chen Peng was in his own thoughts, the door behind the corner suddenly opened silently. This particular circumstance interrupted his thoughts.

Chen Peng took out his mobile phone, compared the time displayed on the fluorescent screen, and then walked out of the shadows and walked forward.

……

The hotel's brightly lit lobby and well-dressed men and women mingle in the warm light, giving the space a sense of opulence and peace that is unique to this era.

The terrorist attacks of the afternoon have passed. There may be some aftermath, but for those who have not faced this terrorist attack directly, it seems to be a story in another world, and after the snow, all traces will be buried. When the snow melts and turns back to no trace, maybe when you see a report about a terrorist attack on TV or on the Internet, you suddenly remember that it was so close to us when it happened.

Now, of course, the hottest topic for people at the hotel is still the terrorist attack in the afternoon.

“…… So far, 15 people have been killed and more than 120 injured in the incident, 23 of whom are still under heavy surveillance. Not out of danger to life. He said he was responsible for the most serious terrorist attack in Moscow in five years. and claimed that this was only the first round of attacks, and that if the Russian side and the group could not reach a further consensus on the Chechen issue, then a second round of attacks would be launched......"

The big screen in the lobby of the hotel constantly plays the official news, and the voice of the beautiful female anchor echoes in this space.

With this voice, if they are not very busy, people here are willing to talk to their peers about the news on TV. Tell us what you think. In a corner of the lobby lounge area, a booth composed of two two-seater sofas, three women, one small and four women are also exchanging their thoughts and opinions. As people who have experienced this terrible event firsthand, they really need to dilute the psychological pressure they are undergoing in this way.

Meanwhile. A slender and good-looking young man walked into the hotel lobby, looked around, took out his mobile phone, and dialed a number.

The next moment, a pleasant electronic ringtone rang from the booth where the four women were, and then one of the young Chinese women in their twenties stood up, looked at the door of the hotel for a while, and then quickly waved her arm to greet the people there.

The young man saw her movements, a smile appeared on his face, strode over, hugged the young woman, and then gave a rather intimate veneer to the other three women who stood up.

"I'm back."

"I'm back."

It was only then that the first Chinese woman to react spoke a word, which was very plain, just a short declarative sentence, and the young man also replied in the same way, without any doubt.

"Chen, what's going on with you?" After the young man leaned over and sat down next to the Chinese woman, Natasha on the other side asked.

"Well, it went well." Chen Peng held up the computer in his hand to her, and replied with a smile: "I was picked up by someone else, I chased after it, and the person returned it to me." ”

What Chen Peng said was very simple, the cause and effect and the extremely simple process, he didn't mention what happened. Pan Luyao will not ask about this, this is her character, what a man says is what it is, only whether she really believes it or not, only she knows it; Natasha, on the other hand, is relatively aggressive, she can see the results, and what happens in the middle doesn't matter to her; As for Natalia and Raisa, first of all, there is a language barrier, and secondly, although the relationship between the two parties is good after this common experience, it has not reached the level of talking about everything, and Natalia, who is proficient in human affairs, sees that Chen Peng has no desire to say more, so naturally she will not deliberately mention it again.

The five of them chatted casually for a while, and the topic was still focused on the incident in the afternoon, the strong sensory impact caused by personal experience made everyone have their own feelings, and for a while everyone expressed their opinions, as if they had endless things to say. The conversation was quite lively. It wasn't until Raisa began to fight her eyelids and put her head in her mother's arms that everyone realized that they were tired and took the hotel elevator to their respective rooms to rest.

"I'll go up first." In the elevator, Natasha stretched. He yawned a lot and walked down the open elevator door. "See you tomorrow."

Because they were worried about the possible terrorist attack in the future, Natasha and Natalia simply opened a room in the hotel and waited until the situation was clear during the day tomorrow before leaving, but because there were many temporary overnight guests today, their rooms were not on the same floor. Rather, the east and the west are separated.

"Okay, see you tomorrow." Chen Peng and Pan Luyao said goodbye to her with a smile.

Soon after, Natalia carried Raisa, who was already dazed, to the floor where her room was located, and said goodbye to the two of them. After the mother and daughter left, Chen Peng and Pan Luyao were left in the narrow elevator space. Silence followed, and for a moment, the air in this space seemed to freeze, and neither of them had the intention of breaking the silence for the time being.

Fortunately, the silence did not last long, and soon, the elevator bell rang, and the floor they were on arrived.

"I'll go take a shower first." Back in the room, Chen Peng prepared to go to the bathroom first. Wash away the dust of today's day.

"Hmm." In this regard, Pan Luyao nodded, and then went to help Chen Peng prepare clothes for changing.

The mist accompanied by the spray of hot water quickly filled the bathroom that was not too big. The slightly hot water rolled on his skin, transmitting streams of heat into his body, and in an instant, the exhaustion seemed to disappear, and a lazy sense of comfort spread from the inside out.

Leaning against the wall of the bath, Chen Peng closed his eyes slightly. The mind began to fly freely, and soon returned to the scene in the middle of nowhere.

……

When he walked in the back of the door. The only feeling is quiet, in the orange-red dim light. Some of the old wooden walls have a faint sheen and look a slightly distorted optical illusion.

Inside the iron door is indeed a large-scale bar, the wooden bar with a length of more than ten meters is clearly visible, but the wine in the wine cabinet is in a mess, and a row of high chairs in front of the bar has also been moved away and placed randomly throughout the room.

"47, are you there?" Chen Peng stood at the door, carefully scanned the surroundings for a while, and then shouted loudly.

"Second floor, come up by yourself." 47 The characteristic cold tone sounded, and the source was the place where the staircase led not far away.

Chen Peng switched to super perception, and found that there were no other signs of life in the entire bar except for the blurred light point on the second floor, and he couldn't help frowning and paused, but after a while, he still raised his steps and walked up the stairs.

Ascending to the second floor, the hallway narrows to reveal that it is supposed to be a resting area for the staff, leaning against the side of the hallway are wooden doors leading to the different rooms.

Not far away, the door of a room opened outward, illuminating the bright light inside and a black figure in the hallway.

Chen Peng walked over and saw 47 squatting inside, and at his feet were two corpses - there was no aura that represented life, there was no smell of blood in the air, and it seemed that 47's handling was not too rough.

"Chechnya, terrorists." 47 His eyes turned to Chen Peng, who had entered the room, and after a while, he turned to the corpse on the ground again and said two words.

Chen Peng followed 47's gaze to look at the corpses on the ground, and the snow camouflage on one of them was still quite impressive in his impression, so he nodded.

"The purpose of your coming here." 47 touched the corpse on the ground a few times, as if he was dealing with something, then stood up and looked down at Chen Peng with a height difference that was half a head higher.

Chen Peng calmly looked at 47 for a while, then swept his gaze towards the office-like room, and soon found his target: "I'll get my things back." He pointed to the laptop on the coffee table not far away, which was the one he had lost.

47 looked at Chen Peng, then turned his head to look at the computer, then walked over, picked up the computer, glanced at it, walked back, and handed it to Chen Peng.

"You can go." 47 looked at Chen Peng very indifferently, his voice matched the expression on his face, the meaning was obvious, that is, there was nothing for you to do here.

“ok。” Chen Peng nodded, lowered his head to confirm the computer, and then turned around and walked out, without the slightest drag. As far as he was concerned, all he had to do was get his computer back, and he wasn't interested in knowing anything else, especially with the extremely dangerous guy in front of him.

"You haven't been here."

When Chen Peng returned to the first floor, the voice of 47 came from afar.

"I know." Chen Peng replied loudly, walked out of the door of the bar without stopping, and returned to the world occupied by the wind and snow again. (To be continued)