At eight o'clock, as the bell rings in the city center, heavy snow falls from the dark sky, covering the hustle and bustle of the city with snow.

The faint sound of a bell came from a distant place, setting off a subtle echo of silence.

Far from the noisy inner room, under the eaves of the courtyard, young people leaning on chairs are sleeping.

After two days of running and toiling, preparing for the funeral and comforting relatives and friends, he was so tired that he would fall asleep after a little relaxation.

In his sleep, he could not hear the noise of the back room and the footsteps coming and going, and at some point, a pair of immature hands draped a thin blanket for him, and then left quickly.

Stern-looking guests in dark suits walked through the door, through the snow-covered courtyard, past sleeping teenagers under the eaves, and into the room.

Either they paused for a moment to mourn and leave, or they stayed in the hall with all kinds of intentions, whispering, casting disgusted glances at the young man under the eaves outside the door.

In this way, the night deepened, but the snow in the courtyard became whiter and whiter in the moonlight.

The snow outside the door fell, the sound of the engine turning, and then stopped.

The pitch-black Grand Cherokee braked suddenly, stopped in the doorway, and after a brief silence, the door pushed open from the inside.

The person who came was still wearing a pitch-black suit, but his figure was a little too burly, both the middle-aged man and the young man behind him were wearing a pitch-black suit, and his skin seemed to be exposed to the scorching sun, and it looked dark in the night.

"Is this it?" The young assistant looked up at the open door.

The middle-aged man took out a business card that was a little old from the lining of the suit, compared it to the address on it, and whispered: "The address he left us is here." ”

After saying that, he put away his business card and walked into the door with his assistant.

Stepping on the snow, they saw wreaths on both sides of the courtyard placed in front of them in the reflection of the hall lights.

The middle-aged man's gaze passed through the hall and landed on the faintly visible mourning hall, and finally confirmed the death of his friend, and he couldn't help but sigh in frustration.

As he passed under the eaves, he noticed the young man sleeping in the icy weather and gently patted him on the shoulder: "Sorry, excuse me. ”

Under the slapping of his palm, Zhou Li woke up from his deep sleep and noticed that he didn't know when he had fallen asleep.

He opened his eyes in amazement, only to realize that the night had fallen at some point and that the snow had begun to fall again.

couldn't help but take a deep breath of cold air, he rubbed his somewhat hot face, and felt in his heart that he was going to catch a cold now.

Then, he noticed the thin blanket on his body, and couldn't help but smile helplessly.

Should she take care of herself the most, but let her take care of it? What an unqualified elder.

"Hello." The burly middle-aged man whispered to him against the light.

It wasn't until this moment that Zhou Li really woke up from the haze and found the guest who was hanging on his side.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm dazed." He squeezed out a smile, put away the blanket on his body, and got up from his chair: "Are you two here for the funeral?" ”

As he spoke, he looked at the visitor carefully, and found that he had never seen it among his uncle's friends.

Although he was against the light, he could clearly see the middle-aged man's face and the residual flame burns on his neck.

It seems to have suffered a serious fire, and the faint burn marks extend from under the collar to the chin, looking hideous.

What caught his attention the most was the tattoo on the middle-aged man's right hand - the intricate tattoo extended from the sleeve of the right hand, but it stopped abruptly on the wrist, making it difficult to see the specific appearance.

This discovery made his pupils tremble unconsciously, this kind of tattoo and scar, it is difficult for people to associate the other party with ordinary people.

It's more like the underworld than ordinary people.

Moreover, he is almost more than two meters tall, burly, and looking down at Zhou Li against the dim light, he does have a strong sense of oppression.

Although he didn't know what he was conjectureing in his heart, the middle-aged man seemed to have discovered something, and he was stunned for a moment, but he quickly reacted and lowered his head and asked, "Is this Dr. Lu Feitielu's house?" ”

Zhou Li nodded, with a somewhat reluctant smile: "Yes, my uncle and aunt passed away a few days ago. ”

"It's a pity, please mourn."

Instead, the middle-aged man gently comforted: "My friend and I are both former guests of Dr. Lu, because we have been working far away, so we are late, please bear with me." ”

As he spoke, he took out a business card from his arms and handed it over with both hands: "My surname is Yao, your surname?" ”

Zhou Li was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly took the business card with both hands: "Don't have your surname Zhou, Zhou Li." ”

Before he had time to look at the business card, he put it in his pocket and patted his dirty sleeve: "The mourning hall is inside, please come with me." ”

As he walked through the hall, he felt the disgust in the eyes of the men cast on him again.

Forcibly suppressing the unhappiness in his heart, he reluctantly squeezed out a smile towards the relatives of those uncles, and got an even more disgusted look.

His brow furrowed slightly, and in order not to make a joke in front of the guests, he led them quickly through the hall and into the mourning hall.

Seeing the photos of his uncle and aunt again, he couldn't help but sigh slightly, how could his uncle and aunt be kind to people for decades, how could there be such a group of wolf-hearted relatives.

After a short period of worship, the middle-aged man raised his head, looked at the photo of the deceased on the mourning hall in silence, and sighed in a low voice: "Another one is gone." ”

Behind him, the young assistant bowed his head gloomily and remained silent.

After being silent for a long time, the middle-aged man surnamed Yao turned his head to look at Zhou Li: "Is the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Lu here?" I'd like to see her if I can. ”

Zhou Li looked at the mourning hall and the hall outside with some embarrassment, but he didn't find the lost figure, so he could only sigh helplessly: "It should have been here, but unfortunately after her uncle and aunt left, her mood has not been very stable." Wait, I'll go find her. ”

"No need." The middle-aged man shook his head: "We are here to be a lot of trouble, so we don't need to trouble Dr. Lu's daughter anymore." ”

Zhou Li was stunned for a moment: "Is it okay?" ”

"It's okay, Dr. Lu probably doesn't want her to get too close to us, right?"

He smiled bitterly and shook his head slowly: "I've heard about you from Dr. Lu, and if you are here, I'm afraid we don't have to worry about it." ”

His words made Zhou Li stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that he would be so valued by his uncle before graduating from college.

"If you need anything, please call the number on your business card, I can still help with some small favors."

He sighed in a rather complicated way, and patted Zhou Li's shoulder: "No need to send it, goodbye Mr. Zhou." ”

With that, he took his assistant and turned to leave.

Whether it is vigorous or neat, Zhou Li always feels that these two guests have a strange sense of urgency, as if they are in a hurry?

Suspiciously, he pulled out the business card from his pocket, and he was stunned for a moment, frightened by the contents of the business card.

'Mike Dawson, Head of Third Division, International Security, Yao Huche'

"International Security Company?"

……

A burly middle-aged man named Yao Huche returned to the car with his assistant, but he didn't turn on the engine for a long time.

As if thinking about something, after a long time he took the phone out of his bosom and broadcast an international call.

After a brief busy tone, the phone was answered, and an old voice said in Russian: "This is Plunchenko." ”

"I'm Yao Huche." Yao Huche said in familiar Russian: "I just went to see Lu's house. ”

The other side was silent for a moment, and asked in a low voice, "Is it true...... Is it dead? ”

"Yes." Yao Huche sighed and said, "I can't feel the life marks of the two of them, I'm afraid they have disappeared." ”

It wasn't until a long time later that Plunchenko sighed and muttered, "That's right." ”

"Since 'Odin' escaped from prison, more and more supernatural people have been involved in this revenge."

Yao Huche said in a low voice: "Is this his revenge?" All the people who hunted him down that year have passed away one by one in the past two years......"

Hearing him say this, Pranchenko on the other end of the phone laughed disdainfully: "The Dawson Foundation has never been afraid of anyone's revenge, even the King of the Apostles. ”

"But Lou is still dead." Yao Huche suddenly raised his voice: "He has been out for more than ten years, why is he still affected?" ”

Plunchenko was speechless, as if he didn't want to say it, as if he couldn't say it.

It seemed that it was the guilt in his heart, and the old man, who had always been strong and disdainful of explanation, sighed again: "Yao, I personally stamped all the files of that operation with the secret seal of 'never unsealed', don't force me." ”

Yao Huche was silent, hung up the phone, and suddenly said, "Snake." ”

The assistant in the driver's seat in front turned his head and looked at Yao Huche, who was closing his eyes and pretending to sleep in the back seat: "I'm here?" ”

Yao Huche's fingers tapped on his knees, and he suddenly said, "Do you remember the person named Zhou Li?" ”

Ah Snake thought for a moment: "Is that the person in Mr. Lu's family?" ”

"Hmm." Yao Huche groaned and asked in a low voice, "What is your impression of him?" ”

The assistant was stunned for a moment, and said with some doubts: "Very young, with a good attitude, the appearance should be very popular with girls, right?" ”

"Stupid......" Yao Huche sighed helplessly, and glanced at his assistant: "I'm not letting you see this." ”

When the chief said this, Ah Snake was not angry, but just smiled.

"Did you notice?" Yao Huche raised his left arm in the headlight: "When he looked at my wrist, he reacted very interestingly. ”

In the light of the headlights, he rolled up his sleeves, revealing large intricate tattoos, as hideous as a tiger.

For a moment, Ah Snake's brows furrowed: "You mean the life pattern?" Isn't it true that ordinary people can't see it? ”

Yao Huche nodded with satisfaction: "Well, he should be able to see it." ”

Ah Snake was stunned for a moment, then lowered his voice and asked, "Unknown ability?" Do you want to report it? ”

"No, it's just a little guy who hasn't woken up yet."

Yao Huche shook his head and said helplessly: "Besides, there is no need to drag Lu Feitie's juniors in again, this matter will be kept secret from the Foundation." ”

"Hmm." Snake nodded.

Yao Huche leaned back on his seat: "Go ahead." ”

"To the airport?"

"No, find a hotel."

Yao Huche whispered, his eyes suddenly becoming extremely cold: "No one has ever been able to anger the Foundation without paying the price. ”

"Not before, not now!"

Under the dim headlights, his eyes were angry and cold, and his expression was as hideous as a hungry tiger.