On the streets of Sichuan City, there are many tall and green roadside trees. The streets are full of lights, noisy and peaceful.

Ah Jing strolled lazily past one brightly lit shop after another. Passing by a vermilion building. It's a little weird.

A narrow staircase flanked on either side by beautifully curved iron railings. Climbing up the stairs, a narrow and high vermilion door is like the official yamen in ancient times. There are three large golden letters on the door: one-way street. In front of the door stood four tall women, all with long black hair, wearing scarlet robes that covered their feet to the feet, like cardinals in the Middle Ages in Europe, standing straight.

There seemed to be a long passage through the door, and a few dim lights flashed into it.

Ah Jing stood at the intersection and looked at it slightly, such a strange red door high on the steps, and the clear and not low-key welcome at the door, gave people a mysterious sense of depression. Despite this, there was a constant flow of brightly dressed men and women.

Bar? Club? It's really unique and has a unique style.

You should be able to make a phone call to the radio station and let Lu An come to explore the secrets, no matter what the scenery, he will give a chic evaluation.

Ah Jing tilted his head in thought. I don't know why I thought of Luan? After listening to his program too much, I'm afraid I'll become stupid.

Slowly and leisurely across the main street, turning a side road, the forest road trees are more dense, one by one, like a huge umbrella in the dark night. There are many fewer shops, and some have closed their doors. Cross the road and walk a few dozen meters further on, and you will find the company's contract hotel.

It's a bit like a night in my hometown. It's been a long time since I've been back to see my mom. I should have gone home on a business trip this time. It's been eight years, and it's always been like this, peeking in the alley from afar, without worrying about being hurt by my mother's ruthless and hateful gaze. There is no need to worry about disturbing the peaceful life of the mother. That's already good. At least I know that there is only one closest person around me who is still alive. Isn't it?

Ah Jing sighed softly.

In fact, people are really powerful creatures, and many changes, after suffering, can gradually accept them, and then, become a habit.

The pedestrian crossings seem to be enlarged many times by the white street lamps, and one after the other is particularly distinct in the black road. Because it is remote, there are no traffic lights on the road.

Ah Jing looked left and right, there was no car, and he threw the bag diagonally on his shoulder. Cross the road. According to the company's situation, maybe you can go back early.

Walking in the middle of the road, Ah Jing was about to take a step, but he suddenly retracted it. I don't know when a black BMW came galloping from the left, the headlights were not turned on, and there was no sound in the darkness, quietly drove up, so close, and wiped Ajing's skirt vividly. The wheels clung to Ah Jing's shoes and stopped.

Do you drive like this? You don't want to live, I still want to live. Ah Jing took a step back and raised an eyebrow. I really want to curse.

The window rolled down, revealing a man's face and a red scar on the left side of his forehead, like a rice character. The man had a calm face, as if Ah Jing owed him a huge debt.

Something doesn't seem right. Ah Jing's heart was suddenly alert, but before he could turn around, the man's hand stretched out from the car window, shook off a white square silk handkerchief, and raised it in front of Ah Jing. Do what? Poison? Colorless and odorless! This was Kyung's last consciousness. In the next second, he closed his eyes, lost his consciousness, his body softened, and he fell straight to the ground.

The other side of the car had already opened the door, and two men in suits and leather shoes jumped out, went around the side of the body, and supported Ah Jing, who was about to fall. One of them reached out and pulled the door.

Almost at the same time, a red Ferrari drove in front of him, and the headlights suddenly turned on as he approached the BMW, making the eyes of the man holding Ah Jing narrow, and at the same time the other hand quickly touched his waist.

Falali rushed at him like an arrow from a string, and the body was parallel to the BMW in an instant. At this moment, a white figure burst out from behind the car like a ghost, raised his hand and punched the man who was helping Ajing, hitting him hard in the jaw. At the same time, he flew up and kicked back, and the guy who opened the BMW door was kicked to the waist, snorted, and threw himself forward.

Between the thunder and lightning and flint, Ajing, who was unconscious, had already been snatched into the arms of his white shirt, the door of the Ferrari opened, and the figure flashed into the car in an instant. By the time the barrage of bullets was fired from the inside of the BMW, the Ferrari had quietly moved away at high speed like a buoy on water, disappearing around the corner.

Vehicles at night are much sparser than during the day. The modified Ferrari was so fast that it looked like it was drifting. Like a red puffy cloud, it came to me in a blink of an eye.

"Old Seven, change the color." Ye Zhenghua leaned the head of Ah Jing, who was sitting next to him, on his shoulder.

The young man in the passenger seat, wearing a T-shirt and having long, stiff curly hair, whistled and pressed it on the dashboard. Under the street lamps that flew backwards one after another, the body had quietly changed from bright red to shiny silver.

"Today's shot went well."

"It's a surprise. The Mizi Army didn't expect us to grasp the information so quickly. Otherwise, how could the four King Kongs be so easy to dismiss. ”

"What's so special about this doll? Is it worth so eagerly getting started? ”

"Don't be busy." The red-haired young man sitting on Ye Zhenghua's side glanced at the two people chattering in front of him.

The car turns into an inconspicuous underground parking lot. The railing of the entrance was erected, and it turned through the winding annular underground garage until it went down to the last floor, and then turned through a small hidden door, and through the long curving alleyway, it did not stop at a parking space, but drove straight to a wall in front of it that was painted with all kinds of boring graffiti. No slowing down at all.

Seeing that it was about to hit the wall, the whole wall suddenly shrank up quickly, a door appeared, and the vehicle drove straight in, and the wall fell quickly. Everything is back to the way it was.

Rotunda. In the center, there is a large silver pot-shaped radar, and the glittering prismatic lens reflects the entire hall. The hall was surrounded by countless glowing blue doors. The four doors in the southeast, northwest, and north directions are exceptionally wide. The whole hall resembles a round flat flying saucer with long windows.

With the sound of clanging, the doors rose and fell, and from time to time men and women wearing blue uniforms like astronauts entered and exited the doors. Talk in a whisper. There is a strange silence and busyness.

Directly north, a door twice as large as the radar was quietly raised. A group of people hurried out. A middle-aged man in the middle was wearing a silver uniform, with white hair, piercing eyes, and a resolute face.

"Mr. Lu, the person has been sent over, and he is still in a coma. Immediately pushed to room 2. A young man in blue uniform explained as he looked at the rectangular brick-sized display in his hand.

With a clanging sound, a door opened next to it, and several blue-suited men escorted out a stretcher cart. Ye Zhenghua flashed out after him, met the middle-aged man head-on, and called respectfully: "Uncle Lu!" ”

The white-haired Mr. Lu nodded, laughed, and slapped his hand on Ye Zhenghua's shoulder: "Good job." ”

The two teams converged, and no one made a sound, surrounding the sleeping Ajing on the stretcher in the middle, and hurriedly flashed into the door directly south of the radar.

Inside room 2. Snow-white walls. Hanging high in the shape of a flower-shaped vista lamp. Huge machines like CT scanners. Dozens of monitors are neatly arranged on the side of the wall.