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A pair of eyes, a world.

In Lu Hang's eyes, gray is the theme; Whereas? In the eyes of talents, black is the theme.

The dog traitor's smile always looks sunny, but when he looks in the mirror, he feels cold, and his own smile is desolate in his own eyes. Because the world in his eyes is always covered with a black filter, all black is exaggerated and blended, expanding the range of black, and all other colors are also blurred by black, losing their original color. Of course, he wears sunglasses.

Look at the sky, the blue is darker and darker by the rendering of black; The white clouds were rendered black, and the blue sky and white clouds were as unreal in his eyes as they were before the storm. He leaned against the telephone pole and lowered his head to light a cigarette, the broken cigarette box paper flipped off the edge of his black shiny leather shoes in the wind, a black wild cat fell silently on the top of the wall on the dirty street, the wall was mottled with advertising matches, Rendan, panacea ointment, and quotation beauty paintings, even if the cherry mouth had not faded due to the wind and rain, Zhang Fugui could not see it, he was waiting.

The cigarette began to spread around his face, disappearing with the wind, he tilted his head slightly, and a child selling cigarettes appeared around the corner, with a cigarette rack hanging around his neck, covered in patches and mud on his feet, and matched this dirty street to the limit.

He smiled at the cigarette seller, and the cigarette seller smiled at him too, stopped by the slightly crooked telephone pole, handed him a pack of cigarettes packed by a beautiful woman, and then got a large bill from his hand, and the wrinkled dirty bill was clutched tightly by the child, and it took a long distance to pick it up.

The cigarette case was torn open by him, and the cigarette case was filled with poison, which was also rendered by the black in his eyes, like an abyss.

Later, the black down-and-out cat on the wall was gone; The black-clad traitor under the telephone pole was also gone, and only a few pieces of torn cigarette box paper were rummaged on the dirty ground.

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Under the sun, Lu Hang couldn't feel the heat, the sky in his eyes was gray, it was faint, so faint that he couldn't see the white clouds or the sun, as if the sky was never clear.

Under the gray sky are gray buildings, gray streets, gray bustling, he looked across the street and focused on the four big characters on the storefront, Yoshida Trading Company. Someone walked into the door, someone walked out, there was a dying beggar curled up not far from the door, Lu Hang couldn't see it, whether he was alive or not, it was meaningless in Lu Hang's eyes, he was more numb and colder than the gray flow of people.

Zhang Fugui said that within three days, there is a 50 percent chance that the target may appear in the Devil's Hospital. Originally, Lu Hang didn't understand why the chance was only half, but then he thought about the end of the hospital, and then thought about Zhang Fugui, a gambler, and understood without asking, the other half of the chance of the unlucky target could only be death, saving people and killing people, okay, worry-free! This is Zhang Fugui's next style, at least he has the opportunity to create a miracle, and only he can create this miracle.

Since Lin Wei only found the target she was looking for with only a piece of chalk and a blackboard, Lu Hang no longer dared to underestimate that woman, although he still felt that she was stupid. After Zhang Fugui gave the approximate time and place, Lin Wei's plan immediately surfaced, and the plan was so beautiful that both Lu Hang and the traitors were shocked.

The target could not stay in the hospital forever, there were only two routes from the hospital back to the gendarmerie, one of which would pass in front of the Yoshida Trading House, where the location of the robber was set by the Soviet agents, and as soon as the target left the hospital door, someone would cause a riot on the other route. Robbed people in front of the Yoshida Trading Company, and then rushed directly into the Yoshida Trading Company, hijacked the devil merchant and quietly shifted the location of the target through the tunnel below the Yoshida Trading Company. In one go, the price is to expose the tunnels, but the chance of casualties is minimal, and the success rate is close to ten!

Lin Wei has eyes and a path in her hands, but she can participate in armed operations to a limited extent, and she is not good at it, so she asked for the advice of Lu Hang, and she wanted to transfer people from the special operations company. She is a military idiot, but she is not so stupid that she can't tell the difference, about the murder and murder, the scum around her is an expert, in all the combat units of the independent regiment, the special operations company has soldiers and generals, and there are firepower and firepower, and there is an evil spirit, and a few cargo companies have the license of the detective team, which meets the effect of the operation in an all-round way, of course, it is the first choice.

Now Lu Hang is standing here, looking at the scene, as if he is looking at the battlefield, as if everything has been covered with gunsmoke and dust, and in his mind there is even a ballistic trajectory that crosses the street and shoots into the window of the trading company opposite. To him, this is not a robbery, it is just an ambush that could not be simpler!

Later, the flow of people on the street continued to bustle, the black-clothed man who was once cold under the prosperity was gone, and the dying beggar was still curled up in the gray sunlight, numbly swept by countless numbness, and continued to rot.

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Lin Wei didn't have time to notice the colors of the world, she was always in a hurry, just noticing all the lines, the junction of light and dark, the edges and corners of the building, constantly changing.

Faces, numbers, signs, flower pots on the balcony, signs posted in the corners, children who are deliberately knocked down on the street by passers-by, messy constitute the world in her eyes, she is concerned with these associations, and integrates them, what she wants to find out is disharmony, the expression on the face, the meaning of the number, the new mud on the flower pot. Even in the sun, she habitually felt that there was a pair of murderous eyes behind her, trying to separate her figure from this messy picture.

She was nervous in a hurry, because this was not her good role, she could no longer pay attention to the cloth shop, she could not look in when she passed the bookstore, now she was just a little daughter-in-law who had just entered the city, with an ugly hairstyle, carrying a mud basket, she had to go to buy food to cook for men, and if she saw the vegetable leaves in the mud she had to pick them up happily.

Thinking that he was her man, she suddenly felt much more relaxed, and also remembered that the dog traitor smashed the table into three legs, she knew what the purpose of the dog traitor was, so she could only pretend not to know, and she was afraid that he would know it, and she was afraid that he would know that she pretended not to know.

It wasn't until a passer-by in the same hurry knocked her to the ground, then slandered her and spat on her that she regained her nervous hurry, knowing that it meant that 'everything was ready', that the hospital surveillance was ready, that the disturbance on the second route was ready, that the tunnel exit was ready, and that the route out of town was ready.

Look at the street again, just old, old with blurred lines, old with monotonous, old with whitish, whether it is the faded window ridges or the patches on the clothes of passers-by, and her hurried back in the mess.

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The steel bars, one by one, are arranged coldly, so cold that the blood stains mottled on the metal have not melted.

The metal hits the concrete, clear, harsh, and the sound of openness echoes through the dark corridors that never see the light of day.

Footsteps hurried, then engines roared, and the railings at the gate of the gendarmerie were raised high and dazzling, and cars rushed out, and a piercing sound appeared into the world carrying a dying prisoner. The world looks black and gray, as if it were old enough to turn white......

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