South of Brussels, Saint-Ciris, Avenue Charlotte.

The streets are quiet and you don't hear much noise. The house is a bit old, but the layout is quite reasonable, and the ground is very clean. Belgium is a developed country, and after one or two hundred years of wealth accumulation, ordinary people are still living comfortably.

In front of a shop on the street, a few housewives gather to choose fresh fruit while laughing and talking. Mrs. Flynn was among them, and several of her friends complimented her on her good looks, and said that she was dressed fashionably and very stylishly.

Mrs. Flynn only smiled and thanked her friends for what she said, and likewise praised others with a very modest attitude. Just as she left with a large paper bag full of food, her friends immediately looked at her back and exchanged ears.

"Look at that low-cut floral dress, she hasn't worn such a gaudy dress in a long time, it's definitely not for her husband."

"She even walks in a different way, you can see her waist twisting, and the corners of her skirt are floating."

"My husband said that he had heard Mr. Flynn complain in the tavern and that there seemed to be some problem between them."

Tut-tut......

Several of the women shook their heads, and finally came to the conclusion that Mrs. Flynn was afraid that she had a lover, or at least that she was trying to attract the attention of a man.

On the other side of the street, Malenkov, with a camera on his chest, also had his eye on the glamorous Mrs. Flynn. This handsome Eastern European guy stepped forward and asked with a smile if he could take a picture of the beautiful lady.

"Ma'am, your temperament appeals to me. The mature atmosphere is overflowing, and there is a sharp contrast and contrast with this old street. An ordinary floral dress is worn by you with a sense of fashion, highlighting the beautiful and moving body. I can't help but want to keep this moment in your life. ”

The compliment was so nice, and Mrs. Flynn was flattered. She rarely changed her outfit and went out today, but she didn't expect to get a completely different treatment on weekdays. Not only did his friends welcome him, but the young man also offered to take a photo.

"Sorry, I don't speak English very well. Can you speak French? Madame Flynn had guessed what the young man in front of her meant, but she still felt that she should be reserved.

"Of course." Malenkov changed his French and once again expressed his meaning. He quickly got Mrs. Flynn's consent, and after taking a few pictures, he continued to praise her for her appearance and temperament and taste in dress, "You must have a happy family." ”

Malenkov's words won Mrs. Flynn's affection, and he took the opportunity to inquire about the lady's family situation, and even said that he wanted to go to the other party's house to take a few pictures.

"Oh...... young man, you're really amusing. But it's too exaggerated to go to my house, mainly because the house is too messy, and I have to refuse. Mrs. Flynn smiled and accepted the compliment from the sky, but still pushed down the subsequent request.

Malenkov did not insist any longer, and sent Mrs. Flynn away with a smile. When the latter walked away, he leaned his head against his collar and whispered, "It should be this family, a family of three, and a daughter." My daughter recently got a boyfriend, and she's Asian at home. ”

Another voice came from the tiny headphones under the collar, "Exactly as described in the mission briefing, are we going to do it now?" It's still night. ”

"Let's do it now." Malenkov looked at the time, it was almost twelve o'clock in the afternoon, "I'm worried that the target will escape, or someone else will intervene." "There's a van on the street. The door opened, and he jumped briskly on it.

In addition to the driver, there were two tall strong men in the car, who were too big and had too fierce faces, and they were not as easy to approach the target as the handsome Malenkov. Both men wore hoods that could be pulled to cover their faces if necessary, and they held firearms with silencers attached.

Old Caroling was furious, and naturally wanted to let his anger be released, and his will turned into concrete commands.

Twenty-four hours ago, Malenkov from Eastern Europe arrived in Brussels with his team. As the Carolingian killer, he was tasked with killing a young Asian named 'Victor'.

The killer is usually a loner and his whereabouts are secretive. After the family's mission was issued, Malenkov posted information on the dark web and selected some trustworthy and capable people to form an action team, which can be regarded as a special focus on the mission goal.

At the time of the mission's release, there was very little information about the target, not even a clear recent photo. But not long ago, the Carolingians sent more detailed information, including several videos downloaded from YouTube.

A joking-like fighting match, you can't see the level. It can only be said that the target 'Victor' is in good shape, which makes Malenkov, who has always considered himself handsome, jealous - in the eyes of many Westerners, Asians should be submissive, and holding their heads high is a sin.

Through this video, the Carolingian family quickly tracked down the organizers of the open-air party that day, and then learned more information from the organizers - there was a car accident homicide that day, and Zhou Qingfeng and Eve were left with the police.

The modern hukou system makes it easy for the killers to find the Flynn family's address, as well as Mrs. Flynn who is out shopping.

The van moved forward, quickly overtaking Mrs. Flynn on the sidewalk. Through the car window, Malenkov sighed with some regret: "I like this beautiful and amorous mature woman, she exudes charm all over her body, which makes people fascinated." ”

The accomplice in the car laughed cruelly: "The information shows that she has a beautiful daughter." You can have a good time before you kill them. ”

As soon as the words fell, several killers burst into laughter.

At this moment, in Flynn's house, Zhou Qingfeng had just gotten up. He was lying on the big bed in the bedroom on the second floor, thinking about what he was going to do.

Huang Li sent a warning yesterday, reminding him to be aware that someone was trying to trouble him.

And then what......

It doesn't seem like there's anything to do!

Do you want to run away?

Although he is already a character who must hide in the dark, Uncle Zhou has never had the consciousness of hiding. He thought that he had already arrived in Belgium and should be considered safe...... Possibly.

Uncle Zhou doesn't like to be chased around like a rabbit at all.

There was a sound of the door downstairs, and it was Mrs. Flynn who had returned. The wooden floors weren't really soundproof, and on the second floor, you could feel the woman walking through the living room, into the kitchen, and placing the weight she was holding on the dining table.

Look at the time, it's about to be lunch.

Mrs. Flynn is pretty, very amiable. She is a stay-at-home wife, has been in charge of household chores since she got married, has a gentle personality, and is happy to take care of people. After Zhou Qingfeng moved in, she suddenly ran to perm her 'big wavy' hair, which added a bit of style.

It's not good to eat and drink for nothing in someone else's house, and Uncle Zhou didn't expect the killer to appear immediately. Instead, he decided to go downstairs to help Mrs. Flynn make lunch, after all, it was fun to 'interact' with the other party in the kitchen the day before yesterday, and he decided to have a chance to do it again.

When Zhou Qingfeng went downstairs, Malenkov's van circled and passed by the door of Flynn's house. Two tall Eastern European men got out of the car first, staring at both ends of the road from a distance of several tens of meters.

The streets of European cities are generally narrow, and because the city was built too early and there is a lack of parking lots, residents have to park their cars on both sides of the road. Most of the houses on the street are two- or three-story houses, and a circle of houses forms a closed loop, so that people cannot easily enter through the back door.

Malenkov got out of the car at the door of Flynn's house, looked at his companions staring at the two ends, took a slight breath, reached under his ribs with one hand, held the pistol hanging from the pouch through his clothes, and knocked on the door with the other.

Mrs. Flynn had just come home, and the door was not closed, but it opened at a knock.

Behind the door is the living room, facing the stairs. Uncle Zhou happened to come down happily and wanted to go to the kitchen to help, and by the way, he 'chatted' with Mrs. Flynn. He watched as the door opened, revealing a blonde-haired foreigner standing outside, with one hand diagonally inserted between his ribs.

Malenkov had expected to meet Mrs. Flynn, who had come to open the door, but he still had a smile on his face, thinking about how to fool him into the door. He didn't expect that he would be able to run into a target worth two million euros so easily.

Draw your gun and take aim.

With a few pops, several bullets shot towards Zhou Qingfeng.

Fast, accurate, ruthless!

Shoot mercilessly.

The silencer also perfectly disguises the gunfire, which would be a textbook assassination.

I just didn't hit it.

Bullets were fired into the staircase, leaving several small holes in the plank. It's hard to even spot if you don't pay attention.

Malenkov almost thought he was dazzled, and the target on the opposite side was lazily going downstairs the moment he drew his gun, but in the blink of an eye flashed into the kitchen. Its movements are so agile that it's as if the video is fast-forwarding.

I've never seen anyone so fast.

The accomplices guarding both ends of the road saw Malenkov suddenly draw their guns and hurriedly asked on the walkie-talkie: "What happened?" ”

"I saw the target, but I didn't hit him, so he got out of the way." Malenkov said to the neckline: "I'll go in now." ”

"Need help?" Companion asked.

"No, I don't." Malenkov held his gun in both hands and slowly walked into the living room. He even heard a woman's exclamation from the nearby direction of the kitchen, "Ah......, Victor." Why did you kid suddenly appear and scare me. I'm going to do ...... at noon. ”

Uncle Zhou was taken aback.

It's just downstairs, and someone shoots at Lao Tzu at the door?

My little heart, I almost got hit.

Why is Europe so dangerous these days?

From the kitchen to the living room, it is only a few steps away. The killer was outside, with a gun in hand.

Mrs. Flynn had her back to the kitchen door, holding a sharp kitchen knife ready to cut lettuce. She felt a gust of wind blowing behind her, and when she turned around, she saw Zhou Qingfeng standing behind her very nervously, and he looked like he wanted to speak and stopped, "Child, what's wrong with you?" ”

Well, ......, Zhou Qingfeng didn't know how to answer. His mind spun rapidly, his arms grabbed forward, he almost hugged Mrs. Flynn and said, "I ...... something I want to tell you, but I don't know how to say it. I wish you could close your eyes before I say that. ”

In a hurry, Zhou Qingfeng's tone was tough, with an inviolable will. Even with more force in his hands, Mrs. Flynn could not refuse. The atmosphere was strange and unsettling.

Mrs. Flynn was surprised by Zhou Qingfeng's strange performance. She immediately thought of the experience of the two of them in the kitchen the night before, and her face suddenly became a little hot.

"Oh, Victor, I think I may have given you some wrong signal." Mrs. Flynn seemed embarrassed, and closed her eyes obediently, but she didn't stop, "I hope your words don't embarrass me too much." After all, there is ...... between us."

"I promise I won't embarrass you too much." Zhou Qingfeng didn't think much about it, he just felt that the scene of fighting and killing would be very hot later, and it was best to stabilize this housewife, at least not to let her be scared and run around. "You must not open your eyes."

Taking the knife in Mrs. Flynn's hand, Zhou Qingfeng walked to the kitchen door in a few steps. By this time Malenkov was approaching, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed at the kitchen.

On the ground, a shadow approached in the direction of the living room. Zhou Qingfeng leaned against the door of the kitchen, didn't think about it, and threw the kitchen knife in his hand out with a flick of his hand.

Western-style kitchen knives are different from those in the East, with pointed ends and daggers.

Malenkov saw a hand suddenly appear at the kitchen door, followed by a sharp blade flying towards his chest. If he stood still, he might be able to hit Zhou Qingfeng's hand, but he himself would inevitably be pierced through the chest by the knife.

Fast, everything is very fast.

Malenkov didn't want to die together. He quickly turned around, and the blade flew through his arm with a thud, cutting through his suit and leaving a bloody trail. The figure moved, and the muzzle of the gun could not be maintained, and a figure swooped towards the restaurant.

Malenkov gritted his teeth and didn't say anything. He held his gun in both hands again, aiming at the direction of the restaurant and firing several bullets in succession, but he couldn't keep up with the figure.

The dining room and kitchen were facing each other, and Mrs. Flynn was still standing with her eyes closed. She was also very nervous, taking deep breaths in her chest again and again, still waiting for what Zhou Qingfeng was going to say. She is afraid that the teenager will not say it, but she is afraid that the teenager will talk nonsense. So she took the initiative to speak......

"Child, you said that you have been an orphan since you were a child, without the care of your mother. I know you may have some special feelings for adult women. I can understand this, and I am even a little happy. I've been in a special mood for the past two days, and I always feel that you are a very cute child. ”

"Yes, yes." Zhou Qingfeng was hiding behind a table in the restaurant. The light from the main entrance shines through the living room, reflecting the killer's figure on the ground. This is the only way he can observe his opponents.

But at this tense moment, Uncle Zhou still had to chat with Mrs. Flynn, "Stand still, don't open your eyes." As soon as you open your eyes, I don't have the courage to talk to you. ”

"Victor, you're so naughty." Mrs. Flynn had a mind that there was nothing she could do with Zhou Qingfeng. She took a deep breath, sighed again, and said with a smile: "Actually, I also have an inexplicable affection for you.

I don't know why, as long as I touch you, I can't help but want to be close. The feeling of that heartbeat was so strong that I was ashamed. God, what am I talking about? I shouldn't have told you this. Maybe it's the daily poverty that makes me crave ......., a little different passion. ”

Malenkov turned his head slightly, and found that the sharp blade that had just been shot at him had been nailed to the door behind him, and it was three points into the wood. If you do get shot, you're dead. He gritted his teeth and hated Zhou Qingfeng even more, but he couldn't find a target at the muzzle.

So Malenkov turned his gun and tried to deal with the croaking woman in the kitchen first. But as soon as he turned the muzzle of his gun, the shadow of the ground also turned. Zhou Qingfeng, who was hiding behind the table in the restaurant, suddenly became anxious, got up and grabbed an apple from the fruit basket on the table......

Call......

An apple was thrown over by Zhou Qingfeng.

Syllable......

Right in Malenkov's head.

The whole apple shattered in the collision.

Malenkov never imagined that he would one day be beaten so badly by an apple. Littering fruit is the only work of children, how can it be so powerful?

He felt like he was going to be smashed into a concussion, and he staggered back a few steps. But this guy gritted his teeth, still didn't make a sound, stabilized his foot, bared his teeth, and shot a few shots in the direction of the restaurant, the bullet passed through the table, and made several holes.

On the other side, Mrs. Flynn heard the sound of apples smashing and the faint sound of gunshots, but was unsure of what had happened. She still closed her eyes and asked strangely, "Victor, what are you doing?" ”

"I ......, I'm nervous. I suddenly forgot what I was going to say, and my mind went blank. Zhou Qingfeng was still in the direction of the restaurant, and he was forced to hide against the wall by the whizzing bullets. He yelled to muffle the anomalous sound, "I have to reorganize my speech." ”

"Oh......" sighed Mrs. Flynn in a doting tone, "Victor, you are so lovely. You remind me of the sweetness and impulsiveness of my youth. I was just as nervous when I first went on a date with a guy. I couldn't even speak, which was embarrassing. ”

"yes, yes, that's what I'm in right now." Zhou Qingfeng shouted, "Please give me some more time, I'll be fine right away." ”

Hey...... no!

What am I talking about? I'm being assassinated.

Malenkov knocked out half of the bullets in the magazine, but he didn't even hurt Zhou Qingfeng, and he had to listen to the two dog men and women frolicking and interacting like cheating. He wiped the crushed apple pomace from his face, and he was going crazy - he had never seen such a brazen person!