"Guest officer, your face is here, please use it slowly."

A bowl of hot noodles was placed on the table, and the stall owner had a bright and friendly smile. Wiping the sweat from his forehead with a towel on his shoulder, he flung it back, and walked over to the steaming pot again.

This is one of the hottest positions, no matter who has stood here for a long time, has been busy for a long time, will sweat like him. And he, whether morning, noon, or afternoon, is busy with his work, and only after dark will he close the stall and go home.

There are many stalls like him on the whole street, and there are many people like him, so hard-working, sweating in exchange for money to live. He and his noodle stall, on some streets, in Luoyang City, are just one of the thousands.

"Boss, bring me a bowl of noodles." One of the customers who walked into the stall shouted, found an empty table and sat down.

"Good Ratcha." With a hello, he began to get busy again.

One day, a calm day. In most people's eyes, no matter how turbulent the outside is, it is still too far away from their lives.

The merchant pushing the cart was wearing a sweatshirt and shirtless, and his sturdy body was outlined. Stopped at a corner of the street, panting, wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead with his hands, and resting with his rare free time.

"Rock sugar gourd, rock sugar gourd. The last three rock sugar gourds were bought together, and they only cost four yuan! "The vendor carrying the firewood stick is still selling, trying to sell the last three rock sugar gourds inserted in the firewood stick.

For this reason, he reduced the price of a rock sugar gourd, which originally cost two pennies, to the price of only two rock sugar gourds, and now he can buy three rock sugar gourds. It's a pity that no matter how much he sells, no one comes forward to buy it.

The market is full of variety, the life of each small people, and the persistence of small people are presented by these most basic components.

A pedestrian with a bag on his back, walking in a hurry, to rush home. So much so that when he was walking, he didn't pay attention many times and almost bumped into other pedestrians.

After quickly apologizing, he lowered his head again and walked through the crowd.

"Bang bang." In front of the door of the house on the corner, a man tapped lightly on the door with his hand.

The wooden door opened a gap, and slowly widened, and when it was fully opened, the man dodged in. After the man entered, the wooden door closed quickly, so fast that pedestrians passing in front of the door could not see the scenery inside, only a vague one.

There are no waves, and there is nothing unusual, some doors are open, some doors are closed, and the same situation can be seen at any time in Luoyang City. What seems to most people is completely different for some.

They were waiting for someone to come, waiting for the door to open, waiting for someone to come in, and finally watching the door close.

On the street, pedestrians are still walking aimlessly, and street vendors are still doing their best to make the day end perfectly. The eyes that converge and shoot everywhere carry a trace of meaning that can be captured but cannot be captured.

The sunset on the horizon gradually slanted, half of the street was bathed in the light of the setting sun, and half of the street entered the shadows.

The door that had just opened, closed again, opened again. The man who had gone in before, when he walked out, a string of copper coins kept flying upwards in his hand.

whistling, his face was proud, and his gestures showed a ruffian-like aura. Combined with the behavior of him just stepping into the courtyard, and the copper coins in his hand now, it seems that he is an idle man who collects debts.

"Your face, officer." The noodle stall owner came to another customer's table with a bowl of noodles, and his eyes swept over the customer's mouth without a trace, and he immediately took it back.

"Guest, please use it slowly." He put down the bowl, spoke, and was about to walk away, but was stopped by him.

"Wait, boss, I want to ask you something."

The guest looked at the steaming bowl of noodles in front of him, but did not move. He didn't mean to eat noodles at all, and he didn't even pull out the chopsticks in the bamboo tube.

With a smile on his face, the stall owner replied, "Hao Lak, may you ask." ”

Facing the side, the guest turned his head, pointed to the courtyard where the door had just been closed, and asked, "What does that family do?" ”

"That family, it's quite an ordinary family, right? But I don't live on this street, I just set up a stall here, and I don't know the specifics. If you want to know something specific, ask the people who live on the street. The stall owner replied, and enthusiastically added.

"Is the guest okay? If it's okay, I'm going back to work. ”

"Wait." The guest stopped the stall owner who had turned around.

"Boss, do you have some contact with that family?"

"How so? It's impossible to say anything about contact, at most, someone in that family may have been to my small stall to eat noodles. The stall owner replied, with no strange look on his face.

"Really? Not necessarily. The noodle eater ignored the noodle stall owner's answer and said with a sneer.

"Huh. Guest, wait a minute, it looks like there's a hair in your face. The stall owner took a step forward and pointed to the bowl of noodles in surprise.

The guest looked down into the noodle bowl, but he didn't see any noodles, only noodles and a few green leaves in the noodle soup. Where is the hair?

Just as he was about to raise his head, his body froze, he didn't dare to move, and his neck was stiff like that.

In front of his neck, a dagger, with a blade, hung over the skin of his neck. The cold sensation made his skin glow with goosebumps, and the teeth in his mouth couldn't help but tremble.

"Don't move, if you do, watch your neck." The noodle stall owner leaned over and said softly.

"If you want to live, then you nod, if you don't want to live, then I will let you die in the next moment."

The guest nodded slowly, his face full of horror.

"How did you find here?" The stall owner asked.

His voice was low, and now he was gathered with the guests as if he was discussing something. Combined with what he said earlier, it is easy to think that they are discussing what to do with this bowl of noodles with lost hair.

"I... Someone called me...", replied the guest.

What the! The noodle stall owner reacted suddenly, of course he couldn't trust an enemy so casually. However, now the smell of urine in his nose is clearly not fake.

If someone can control his bladder to do this, then he was deceived into the past, and it is understandable. The question is, how many people, or how many self-respecting players, would do this kind of thing in the game?

No, not at all. So he immediately believed the guest's words, and only the aborigines, the aborigines who had a fear of death, would have such a situation.

"Who is he?" Hurriedly asked, the noodle stall owner already felt very unsafe around him, and secretly, it seemed that there were eyes staring at him.

The pedestrians in the streets, the men and women who came and went, and the vendors who were like him, scattered in the stalls, how many of them were enemies? His eyes didn't look around, for he couldn't tell the difference, and with so many people, no matter how he looked, it would be impossible to find his enemy.

He had to get out of here quickly, call the rest of the organization, and start the transfer. Otherwise, it is difficult to predict what will happen if it is delayed any longer. But before that, he had to get as much out of the man's mouth as he could in order to anticipate the situation.

"I don't know... He just gave me some money and said that he would give me some more when it was done, so I came. Spare me, I really don't know anything. ”

The man wept bitterly, and there was not much to say that the noodle stall owner wanted to hear. He still had some hope in his heart, but now that glimmer of hope is completely gone.

Suddenly, he saw the surprise in the man's eyes, staring straight ahead, not knowing what he was looking at.

Before the stall owner turned his head, two chopsticks pierced out of his throat and trachea, and the blood on the chopsticks continued to flow downward.

"Aren't you looking for me? I've always been behind you. It's a shame that you almost managed to catch me. ”

The whispers in his ears, like the call of a demon, made the noodle stall owner's whole body become extremely cold. He lost his strength and fell limply, but in the end he still didn't see who was killing him behind him.

"Ahh The man who was sprayed with blood on his face cried out in horror.

"Shut up."

With only two words and no unnecessary threats, the terrified man soon swallowed all the sounds into his throat like a castrated duck. He looked at the man in front of him, it turned out that he thought he was a stupid and money-rich customer, looking at him, the man understood. If you keep shouting, he'll die.

"It's a lot of noise." Holding his forehead, the man expressed his dissatisfaction in his heart.

Because of the man's brief exclamation, the eyes of the pedestrians on the street have all been attracted. That is, he is now completely exposed to the sun.

As soon as he picked up the bowl of hot noodle soup on the table, he covered the man with an expressionless face.

"Ahh An even louder scream came from the man's mouth.

He kept screaming, scratching his hands and trying to break away. But the man's hand was pressed tightly on the noodle bowl, and no matter how the man struggled, there was no way to break it away.

With a satisfied breath, the man drew his twin knives and rushed towards his target, the mansion.

The idler who was holding the money and still walking forward swayed, after seeing the scene in the noodle stall, his face changed, and he ran straight forward. The idle man knew very well that this was not an accident, it could only be a plan made by someone, and the target of the plan was that he and the mansion he had just walked out of, one of their bases in Luoyang City.

When was it discovered?

This question popped up in his mind, he didn't think about it deeply, the most important thing now is to escape. No matter what, don't think about breaking your wits with force, if it's really so easy to break, then the enemy's plan for such a long time, wouldn't all that time be in vain?

He began to run, and he ran as fast as he could, and there were people in the streets who were just like him, startled by the sudden scene, and ran away. In this environment, his actions are inconspicuous, and they will not attract the attention of others.

A grain of sand, mixed with a pile of salt, has different colors and textures, but if you want to find it, you can't find it easily.

The street corner appeared in front of him, and he could leave a little further, a little further.

It's just that often when hope comes, despair is also with us.

The man who couldn't seem to sell the rock sugar gourd, took off a vendor who was eating it in his mouth, and bit off the last rock sugar gourd. The bamboo skewer in his hand finally revealed his true face.

The tip of the bamboo skewer is shining with a metallic luster, and it is clear that this is an iron skewer!

While stirring the rock sugar gourd in his mouth, the corners of the hawker's mouth curled, and with a wave of his hand, the iron stick in his hand flew straight towards the idler.

The iron pick struck the idler's forehead, piercing through the end of his forehead and out of the back of his head. The sharp section, the viscous reddish-white liquid, was accumulating, and when it was overwhelmed, it drooped down.

The idler fell on his back, his face still full of joy when he was about to run to the corner. But this joy had just appeared, and when it was time to fade, it was instantly forcibly frozen on his face by external forces.

Taking the other two rock sugar gourds from the sticks, the vendor looked at the open wooden door, and the various people with weapons running out of the wooden door, he shrugged helplessly, and took the two rock sugar gourds into his arms.

Lay the sticks sideways, push your hand forward, and push away the straw that is easy to put in the rock sugar gourd. The firewood stick, which turned out to be not amazing, immediately revealed its true face, a big gun.

With the gun in front of him, he rushed out, and the smile on the peddler's face became very faint, and turned into a kind of coldness.

In front of the house, a cart was blocking the road. It turned out that the shirtless strong man who was pushing the cart, armed with a long knife, rushed to kill.

There were several more scars on his body, and blood flowed down his arms, and was splattered out because of the excessive movement. However, as bloody as the scars on his body, there were already several more mutilated corpses around him, blood dripping all over the ground.

All of them were killed with a single sword, and they were extremely ruthless.

(End of chapter)