Chen Mingyuan understood and chose to leave Fort Augustus to leave him a chance.

Of course, he will also force Zhai Liu to come to see Han Jianfei - it would be better if he could kill him, if he couldn't kill him, he would be treated as a dog eat dog, and he would naturally be able to reap the benefits of the fisherman.

These two proud young men are playing cards and testing each other's bottom line.

According to the route ten years ago, the next victim will die in an ancient samurai seppuku ritual, and there are many people on the Internet who speculate and bet on the location of this case, but Han Jianfei knows that only Zhai Liu, who he taught by himself, will guess where and to whom he will act.

After extinguishing the cigarette butt, Han Jianfei finished the already cold coffee in the cup.

Assassination is not a battle, so he is not going to go in armor.

But he still carefully checked all the items on his body and made sure that they were correct, before he pushed open the door of the ghost base and said to Zhao Xiaonan behind him: "Let's go, take care of your home." ”

Zhao Xiaonan didn't respond to him, and instead asked, "You're not sure this time?" ”

Han Jianfei stood at the door, looking her up and down.

"You checked twice before you went out, and I didn't see you take it so seriously." Zhao Xiaonan said, "My ex is very powerful? ”

Han Jianfei laughed dryly: "What I taught, how can there be anything that is not powerful-maybe you will be better than him in the future-to say that you are not sure, but it is not, mainly because I think that I may kill him with my own hands today, I am a little ...... Sad. ”

Since the assassination of him failed and followed him to flee, Zhao Xiaonan has always felt that Han Jianfei is a person who doesn't care too much about anything, but she can really feel it today for the first time that he is so serious...... And what he said was sad may be true.

"Come back early." Like a virtuous housewife telling her husband before going out, she said to the murderous mercenary leader in front of her.

Han Jianfei waved his hand, stepped onto the motorcycle, and disappeared into the dark pipe.

These days, Dobby, who is only interested in fighting, has little interest in participating in his "rotten and boring assassination", so he is left to his own.

Fort Augustus is very large, and in order to ensure the reproduction of the assassination ten years ago, it is necessary to commit crimes all over the world in a short time interval, so since this month, Han Jianfei has been running on the road of killing and going to kill.

Fortunately, this time the location is not too far from the ghost base, and he doesn't need to be in a hurry.

Four hours later, Han Jianfei had changed into a loose bathrobe and sat in an izakaya in Liangyan District.

Compared to the hustle and bustle next door, the hut was eerily quiet, and he asked for two jugs of sake and a few stacks of side dishes to pour himself.

This izakaya is said to have been inherited from a family that followed the customs of a certain ethnic group in ancient times, but many adjustments were made to suit the tastes and curiosities of the inhabitants of Fort Augustus.

Listening to those songs sung in a strange tone, Han Jianfei seemed to remember something and smiled self-deprecatingly.

The door of the hut was opened, and a young man waved his hand to let the robot waitress who led the way leave, and walked into the house on his own, sitting under Han Jianfei.

The young man had a flat head and looked a little thin, but the muscles on his body were extremely well-proportioned, and he seemed to be full of strength. Instead of wearing the ethnic yukata provided in the store like the other guests, he wore a well-fitting leather jacket.

After he sat down, he picked up the flask and filled Han Jianfei with a glass of sake.

Han Jianfei picked up the cup and drank it all.

The young man was like a respectful junior, and once again poured a full wine for Han Jianfei, and Han Jianfei drank it all again.

After doing this three times, Han Jianfei spoke: "You can drink some yourself." ”

"Okay." The young man filled Han Jianfei's wine glass again, and then poured himself a glass.

"I bought the order when I left." Han Jianfei said.

"Okay." The young man nodded, raised his glass and drank it all, filled it again, drank it all again, and so on three times.

"Let's get down to business." Han Jianfei said, "Let me ask first?" ”

Nian relatives nodded and said, "You ask first." ”

"Where were you on the afternoon of June 6th?" June 6 was the day of the Peace Monument Square incident.

"I'm commanding nearby." Said the young man.

He is Han Jianfei's most powerful assistant, and now the actual controller of Baishan Company, Zhai Liu.

"So, those two snipers are also from Baishan?"

"Yes."

Han Jianfei drank a glass of wine: "Okay." ”

Zhai Liu poured it for him.

"Second question," Han Jifei then asked, "when did you join the Left Progressive Alliance?" ”

Zhai Liu shook his head: "No." ”

"Why did you kill me?"

"Chen Mingyuan came to me and showed me the information in Huangyang Town, and he said that the current alliance cannot fight against that kind of terrifying existence, and there must be a more focused and efficient government to win."

Han Jianfei nodded, signaling him not to say anything.

Long before the incident in Huangyang Town, the top of the alliance found out about the threat that led to that incident, and Chen Mingyuan approached him at that time and said the same thing, but he refused.

In the relics of the previous civilization called "Ice Iron", he had seen the failure of the previous civilization to fight against that kind of existence, and he also knew that this threat could not be countered by the alliance alone.

Moreover, even if Chen Mingyuan's idea was correct, once they abused this power or used it against political opponents within the alliance, no one would be able to restrain him.

He saw the brilliance of idealism in the eyes of the young chief of the General Staff, but he also saw the ambition and thirst for power that were not deeply hidden.

So at that time, the two broke up unhappily, each in their own field, using their own methods to find a solution to the problem.

Chen Mingyuan went to find more allies, while Han Jianfei began to build an underground kingdom in Fort Augustus and more administrative planets that could preserve the alliance's strength.

Just like the words that Han Jianfei blurted out when he first heard Zhou Rong, President Feng's chief of staff, say Chen Mingyuan's name, this is a matter of line.

Chen Mingyuan's plan cannot be realized peacefully in the mature political system of the alliance, so he must speed up his pace.

So he thought of Baishan Company, thought of Han Jianfei's firm refusal, and even learned about the fact that Han Jianfei was preparing for the impending defeat.

In his view, thinking about defeat before fighting is itself a betrayal.

So he tried to find Zhai Liu, and this young man, who was also full of idealism, accepted his advice.

"Chen Mingyuan said that letting you die at this time is your most glorious destination." Watching Han Jianfei finish drinking the wine in the cup, Zhai Liu continued.

"Do you agree with him?" Han Jianfei laughed at himself.

Zhai Liu was silent for a moment and nodded seriously.

Han Jianfei picked up the tasteless sake and took a sip carelessly.

He suddenly felt a little lonely, even more lonely than the faint wine in this glass.

So he began to drink wine one by one, and Zhai Liu also began to pour him wine one by one.

The two pots of wine quickly bottomed out, Zhai Liu beckoned to call the waiter, directly moved a dozen of them, and put them on the table.

Han Jianfei didn't realize it, and still poured wine one after another.

He very much hoped that Zhai Liu would betray him for power or money, or because he was brainwashed, so that he could feel at ease when he killed him.

But this guy who almost single-handedly taught him just insisted on the right thing in his heart.

He knew that Zhai Liu was determined to betray him, and even kill him, and his heart would only be more tormented than himself.

In fact, Zhai Liu is the same person as him, as long as he determines one thing, even if it costs anything, he must insist on doing it.

"To the idealists." He raised his glass.

Zhai Liu also raised his wine glass and touched him lightly.

They are both idealists, and so is Chen Mingyuan, but when the ideals of the two idealists do not coincide, they will become two sharp knives, slashing each other all over the body.

"Since you're here tonight, this one is definitely going to fight." After putting down the wine glass, Han Jianfei said, "Can you wait until I finish killing people before fighting?" ”

Zhai Liu stretched out his hand and pointed out the door: "I have already arranged it." ”

Han Jianfei's gaze crossed his shoulder and saw the noisy crowd in the hall outside.

It was a middle-aged man next door, seemingly drunk and in high spirits, to perform for his female companions the essence of their traditional national culture, a samurai spirit of dedication and sacrifice.

The man pulled out an expensive antique knife from the display shelf, and the bright light of the knife provoked a burst of exclamation from the group of girls.

Hearing the screams of the girls, the man seemed even more proud, and several izakaya security guards came to dissuade him, but he waved a knife and drove him away.

"Yunmeng No. 4, the dose is just enough to hallucinate, and it can be found out from the blood afterwards." Zhai Liu reported to him as usual, "That knife has been replaced with a real guy with a blade, and there are also our people among the girls who accompany the wine, if that idiot doesn't go to the Tao, she will help him." ”

"Since you chose Chen Mingyuan," Han Jianfei asked, "why did you help me kill this person?" ”

"Whoever you want to kill, you deserve to die." Zhai Liu said.

"What if I want to kill Chen Mingyuan?" Han Jianfei laughed at himself.

"He promised me that when the great thing succeeded, he would give you back his life."

As he spoke, the man began to explain that in ancient times, if a samurai failed his lord, he would commit suicide by disemboweling his belly with this sharp long knife as a sign of noble integrity.

As he spoke, he flipped the long knife over, and the sword was aimed at his lower abdomen.

A waiter happened to be passing by with a pot of sake when he tripped over something and fell to the ground with a thud, knocking over a wooden candle stand in the middle of the room.

A girl brought by the man to accompany the wine screamed in surprise to dodge the fallen candle, but was stepped on by the hem of her skirt and fell to the ground.

The girl subconsciously waved her hands, just grabbing the handle of the knife stretched out by the man in the field, and the inertia of falling carried her in the direction of the man.

Then, the sharp tip of the knife pierced the man's lower abdomen, piercing the entire body and coming out from behind him with blood.

The man lay on the ground and struggled a few times, then stopped moving.

With countless piercing screams, the entire izakaya was in chaos.

"Must be hit?" Han Jianfei retracted his gaze and looked at Zhai Liu.

Zhai Liu nodded with some difficulty: "Then hurry up, the police are coming." ”