Turn back the clock to ten days ago.

On September 10, 2009, the Chinese Himalayan assassination alliance No. 38 bunker.

As an unknown underground fortress located at an altitude of about 1,500 meters, there is only a tavern above the surface as a disguise, but despite this, one cannot help but wonder why this tavern was built at such an altitude.

So, in order not to be discovered and suspected, the tavern was actually built on a platform connected to the interior of Bunker 38, and it could only stand on the surface for twenty-four hours a day from twelve midnight to three thirty-past three in the morning.

Inside the tavern, Tomotta stood behind the bar as usual, wiping down his goblets and beakers that seemed to never finish.

Outside the bar, there are only a few round tables with wooden chairs that creak when you sit down, one of which is in the corner by the window, and next to the round table by the window, sits an American bald guy dressed as a chef but not wearing a chef's hat, where he struggles to nibble on the mountains of roast lamb ribs in front of him. This was Tomotta's distant cousin whom he had been scolded for that day, and it was only when the tavern was raised to the surface that the poor distant cousin was able to sit outside and enjoy the happiest part of the day.

With the lazy warmth of the air conditioner in the tavern, it seems that except for the sound of the wind outside that night, everything is so quiet and peaceful, which makes people unconsciously enjoy it.

But Tomota's expression didn't seem to feel that this was something to let him enjoy the atmosphere, and his slightly frowning brows and slightly irritated eyes all showed his deep unhappiness.

Finally, Tomota let out a heavy snort impatiently!

"Damn it! Can't you stop smacking when you're eating?! The irritation in Tomotta's eyes suddenly turned to anger, and he glared sharply at his distant cousin from the United States.

The poor American chef was suddenly frightened by Tomota's stern words, and his eyes were even more cringed and glanced at Tomota from time to time, and his lips, which were constantly colliding because of munching, immediately closed tightly, and the sound of "haw, chirp" disappeared.

At this time, the rough-looking American chef had become like an aggrieved little daughter-in-law, huddled alone in the corner of the tavern, lonely and sprinkled the anger in his heart on the roast lamb ribs in front of him, of course, in a quiet way.

After a few more glares, Tomotta withdrew his gaze and landed on a worn-out watch on his right wrist, which was not a mechanical watch developed by the Alliance's technical team to communicate with a killer on a mission, but an electronic watch in the shape of a Pikachu.

The tech freaks in the tech group don't have the heart and time to watch cartoons or other casual film and television works.

Looking at the numbers shown above, and looking up at the tavern door directly opposite the bar, Tomotta's eyes showed a little thoughtful look, according to the Alliance's notice, about three minutes ago, at 2:50 in the morning, there should have been two new professional killers who pushed the door in on time or at the same time, and then took the first task of their professional killer careers from their hands.

Is it lost?

Such a high altitude means that no matter who you are, you will have different degrees of altitude sickness - you must know that even the slightest lack of oxygen is enough to make people want to die at the same time, there is also a certain danger to life - and it is late in the morning and night, which is the deepest time in the normal sleep time of the human body. Climbing the Himalayas at this point in time is indeed one of the reasons why the killers who come here are late.

As for the other reasons, the odds are much smaller.

At this time, the American chef, who was quietly eating roast lamb ribs, suddenly asked: "BOSS, why is there an entrance to the bunker at the foot of the mountain, and a tavern is set up in such a ghost place?" Let's chirp, chirp. ”

As he spoke, the American chef unconsciously made another sound, but then remembered Tomota's words, quickly closed his mouth, chewed quietly, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes unconsciously.

But to his surprise, Tomotta just glanced at himself, and instead of reprimanding himself for his mouth, he opened his mouth to answer his own question, which made the American chef secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

"The reason is very simple, most of the killers are wanted outside for breaking the law just like you, even if the alliance provides them with a new identity, but in order to avoid the accident of being recognized, plus after they leave the alliance, the alliance will no longer provide them with a place to train their bodies." Tomotta still wiped the cup, but there was a little helplessness in his expression, "Therefore, under the strong request of those killers, the alliance chose to build this tavern in this place, just to take advantage of the terrain and time of day here to provide a natural training place for those killers." That's why all of our agents and handymen come here every day with a three-and-a-half-hour break for their shifts. ”

The American chef nodded and said, "But this can only exercise their physical fitness, and there is no way to exercise other aspects." ”

Tomota's eyes couldn't help but light up, and a little relieved look appeared on his face: "Being able to see this proves that your brain is still bright." Like you said, based on this, this ghost place is estimated to only have killers come here a dozen times a year. ”

Hearing Tomotta's words, the American chef immediately bared his teeth and smirked, for for him to be able to get the praise of this distant cousin was more satisfying than eating the large plate of roast lamb ribs in front of him.

Just as the American chef was smirking, a cold wind, accompanied by the sound of the tavern's tattever's tattered door slamming against the wall, suddenly eroded the warm temperature in the tavern!

The gusts of cold wind swept up from the trouser legs of Tomotta and the American chef, and the strong coldness suddenly made these two cousins, who were somewhat related by blood, tremble at the same time, and then the same thought arose!

"Damn it! I knew I should have worn an extra pair of cotton panties! ”

The two culprits in the extremely professional climbing gear who had pushed open the door of the tavern and caused the scene were walking in one after another, and it could be seen that when the one who came in behind closed the door, Tomotta and his distant cousin's somewhat green faces finally eased.

The two men who entered the door did not speak first after the door was closed, but first put their canes by the wall, then took off the hat that covered their ears, then put the goggles embedded with clear lenses on their foreheads, and finally untied the scarf that covered most of their faces.

Although the two of them were wearing oxygen masks with tubes attached to the portable oxygen tanks behind their respective backs, this thing as transparent as the goggles, even if it was added to the water vapor that appeared from time to time between their breaths, could not stop others from seeing their faces clearly.

These are two men and women, one tall and one short, and it can be seen from the slight difference in their appearance, although they are both Asian faces, they must be from different countries.

After Tomota saw the two of them, his eyes seemed to remember something, especially for a short time, and a strange smile appeared on Tomota's mouth under his dark golden mustache.

He and the two men and women who had suddenly arrived didn't speak, but bent down slightly and took out two thick-looking brown paper files from the second drawer on the inside of the bar, and placed them separately on the top of the bar.

When the two men and women saw this, they didn't say anything, but walked closer to the bar, and looked first at the vellum file and then at Tomota with a questioning look.

"The numbers on the portfolio, corresponding to your number, contain all the content and materials of your first mission."

As he spoke, Tomota picked up a pen and a small ordering board from the table, and then he put on a smile and said, "It's 3:04 a.m., and I'd like to note that the Honma Tavern will close at 3:30 a.m., so you two still have twenty-six minutes to order, dine, and browse the materials in the portfolio." So, what do you want to eat now? ”

"Hot milk!"

"Hot milk!"

As soon as Tomota finished speaking, the two of them spoke almost at the same time, and even the anxious tone was somewhat similar. However, it was just when the two of them finished talking that the woman immediately reached out and grabbed the man's hair and dragged it back, and the man didn't move, only his neck flexibly bent backwards with the woman's movements!

It's weird to look at!

The woman turned her head to look at the man with a strange posture with a murderous face and scolded: "Fool! Is it fun to do the same thing with me every day? Well?! Still drinking hot milk? You stinky men want to go crazy about women's breasts! ”

The woman's words suddenly made the corners of Tomota's mouth twitch in front of him, and let the distant cousin who was sitting in the corner gnawing on roast lamb ribs and trying not to chew his mouth swallow it directly, and even made the man with his neck tilted back unconsciously move his Adam's apple up and down!

"You're a psycho! It's you who take a shower by yourself and don't close the door, and you have a fart relationship with me! Then the man pointed at the woman again, "I warn you! Let it go! Otherwise, the master will let you know what is called the majesty of the handle! ”

The woman's hand grabbing the man's hair was hard again, and she cursed again: "Just you? Yakiniku with a handle, right?! ”

The distant cousin who was about to drink some water and swallow the mutton stuck in his throat suddenly squirted! Even Tomota rolled her eyes in a twitch!

What are these two enemies talking about all day long?!

But in any case, Tomotta wrote on the ordering board with a coherent pen, and forced a smile to say "two glasses of hot milk", and then asked: "You two, time is limited, can you continue to order if you can?" ”

PS: Does anyone know what "baked cake with handle" means? I remember it appeared in late 2008 or early 2009. 【Quiz with prizes!】 Please leave your comments in the chapter comments and the answers will be announced tomorrow! 】