It's winter.

The rainy Rhône, which leads to the Mediterranean, is surrounded by green fields on one side and Arles, the town where Van Gogh once lived, on the other. This beautiful Mediterranean town may not be small, but it is in a unique way. Most of the buildings in the town are made of beige granite, and on a sunny day, you can look like an ancient Roman town made of gold.

As a result, summer is the peak season for the town, with its historic architecture and Mediterranean flair, as well as the famous Easter celebrations of Pagliadí and the rice harvest. In addition, every July, the town hosts a large-scale international photography exhibition, where women dressed in colorful Provençal national costumes walk the streets, giving the town a cheerful and lively atmosphere.

However, it is winter now.

Influenced by the Mediterranean, Arles often rains in winter, making it not a good time to visit. The empty town was soaked in icy rain, like an empty ruin.

Dusk is approaching, and the sky is getting darker.

A white three-story yacht sails through the drizzle and sails through the empty Rhône towards Arles. Moments later, it stopped next to a ruined bridge pier with a blue plastic-roofed pontoon gas station.

After the yacht approached, a tall and strong Asian man came out of the wheelhouse, he was wearing a tight white long-sleeved T-shirt, wearing a truck driver's hat with "I LOVE Paris", his head slightly lowered, so that people could not see his appearance clearly, he stood in the yacht corridor and shouted to the old man who was napping in the pontoon boat in Chinese English with a clear tone: "Sir, help me get some diesel!"

Maybe it's because the old man with a wrinkled face and white hair is sleeping too soundly, or maybe the wind and rain are too noisy, and the old man who is in the middle of a good dream is sitting in a rocking chair covered with a thin blanket and not moving.

So the man had to brave the rain, jumped from the yacht to the pontoon, he moved lightly, walked without making a sound, the pace was like a cat, to be precise like a tiger, he looked left and right to the central duty room, did not find anything abnormal, only raised his hand and knocked on the glass window a few times, woke up the old man who was sleeping.

The old man walked out of the duty room sleepily, and when the cold wind blew with the cold rain, he immediately shivered, so he walked back trembling again, slowly put on his work clothes, and then came to the side of the gas jet in French under the invisible urging of the man's eyes, and pulled out the long-mouthed gas gun.

The old man shouted at the man standing next to him in not very fluent English: "Hey, turn off all engines, electric motors and kitchen stoves, turn off the main switch of the battery, and tell all the people on the boat to come down and ......"

"It's all closed. The man replied, then he turned to ask, "Is there a shop here?" I need to buy something...... Food, water, drinks and so on....."

"Of course. Where there are no shops!" The old man turned and pointed to a towering spire on the shore, the town was full of bungalows, there were no particularly tall buildings, and the few spires that stood in the wind and rain were all landmarks, "There's a supermarket there, you can buy everything you want, whether it's food, water, fishing gear, or whatever!"

The man said "thank you", and the old man was about to ask if you were alone on the boat, when he heard the man shout in Chinese to the cabin: "Xiaomei! You come out and go buy something." ”

A rather high-spirited female voice came from the yacht, and after a while, a tall, short-haired woman wearing straight-leg jeans and a pale pink Pre-Spring '21 Moncler down jacket stepped out of the yacht.

Just when the woman jumped onto the pontoon boat with her long legs, the wind and rain seemed to stop for a second, and the old man with the oil gun was dumbfounded, stared at the short-haired beauty intently and talked to the man for a few words, put on the hood of the down jacket and rushed into the rain, and then suddenly said to the man on the side: "So beautiful! ”

The man ignored the old man's praise and said quickly, "It's time to come on." There was no one else on board. ”

The old man reluctantly withdrew his gaze staring at the woman's departing back, turned on the fuel dispenser, and then tilted his head to the man and said, "Open the lid!"

The light trembling of the tanker broke the silence of the river, and the man who was looking around, as if he was alert to something, replied impatiently: "It's open, it's not locked!"

"Oh, do you want an old man from me to bend down and help you open the cap?"

The man glanced at the old man expressionlessly, and the old man immediately glared back, "What do you see? You are from that country? Why are you so rude!"

The man didn't answer, but took two steps, bent down in the drizzling rain, stepped on the side of the boat and opened the fuel tank cap, and then whispered, "Fill up." ”

The old man poked the refueling gun into the mouth of the fuel tank, hung up the oil gun, looked at the rather luxurious double-decker yacht, and asked puzzledly: "Do you want to go to sea in this weather?"

"Hmm!" the man added after a pause as if explaining, "It's not a thunderstorm and a windy day, a little rain, it's very suitable for fishing." ”

"Fishing was ok. The old man smiled ambiguously, "I think you can drive a little farther, maybe there will be no rain after going to sea a little farther." But you come to us to fish is actually better than go to Marseille, we don't have a fishing ground here, although there is a density of streams, but the nutrients on the bottom of the sea are not easy to flood, so there is very little bait, really you might as well go to Marseille, where the scenery is good, on the fjord side you can catch hake, marlin....... If you're lucky, you might catch a bluefin tuna, and you'll make a fortune......" The old man glanced at the yacht again, shook his head, and said, "Of course, you don't look like a man who is short of money.....

The old man chattered with great interest, and the man stood by as if he was listening, but in fact he was looking around quietly.

After finding a vacancy, the man interrupted the old man to continue his popular science fishing and travel guide, as if casually asking, "Generally speaking, how long does it take to fill up?"

"Look at how big your tank is. ”

"This ..... I don't really remember it......"

"I think it's at least 3,000 liters, wait! After a pause, the old man asked, "What country are you from?"

After seeing the short-haired beauty, the old man's curiosity about the two of them increased. The man beside him had been absent-minded, but when the old man asked them where they came from, the man suddenly tensed up, he turned his head to stare at the old man, and pretended to be casual and said, "No, no, we are Lord Cana." ”

"Canada, Japanese or Chinese, are you here for a vacation in France?" the old man asked.

"We are Korean...... man," the man replied, observing the old man's facial expression.

"It turned out to be Korean. The old man spread his hands, "I'm sorry, I don't know much about you Asians...... I only know one Asian star, what's it called..... The girl who played "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon" ..... To be honest, she's not as pretty as the girl she was, not half of it, oh my God! It's the first time I've seen such a beautiful Asian girl, and it's even hotter than Audrey Hepburn......"

"Jumped the gun. ”

The man interrupted the old man's chatter, and the old man turned to pull out the oil gun, and then the man squinted at the old man's slightly clumsy neck, like a tiger's focused eyes when it pounced on its prey.

The white yachts swayed slightly in the slanting wind and drizzle, and the raindrops smashed into the turquoise water, stirring up ripples one after another, and unknown birds rose into the sky in the fields on the other side of the river.

The old man turned off the tanker and leaned over to grab the gun. The man's hand, which had been hanging easily in his trouser pocket, condensed into a hand knife, and his eyes were already locked on his weak neck, and he took a light step forward, as if he was about to make a move, when a shout was heard in the distance.

"Brother Quan, help me lift something, it's so heavy!"

The man lowered his eyes, hesitated for two seconds, but still put down his hand, turned around and stepped off the pontoon, and greeted the short-haired beauty carrying two large plastic bags.

The old man had no idea what he had just experienced before the ghost gate, so he inserted the fuel gun into the gas dispenser and shouted at the man's back: "2404 euros, swipe the card or pay in cash?"

Jing Quantou said without replying: "Pay cash." ”

After a while, the old man stood on the edge of the pontoon with 2,500 euros and watched the yacht sail towards the sea, when he saw the ship number at the stern, and he muttered suspiciously: "So this ship is from Paris?

The yacht quickly disappeared into the smoke and rain, the old man looked down at the 2,500 euros in his hand, of which 96 euros were the tip given to him by the Korean rich man, he put aside his doubts, walked back to the duty room, locked the 2,400 euros into the cash box, and put the remaining 100 euros in his pocket.

The largest tip he had ever received in his life made him smile, and the old man shook his head and said to himself, "It's enough to go to Marseille and find an Asian woman who has lost her footing......

Looking up at the clock hanging on the wall, there was only more than half an hour left before he left work at half past five, and the old man decided to leave work early today, and it was still too late to drive to Marseille.

After tidying up the house, the old man went out and began to check the fuel dispenser, record the value of the fuel meter, and check whether there was any leakage in the fuel dispenser...... After the routine work was done, the old man returned to the duty room, took off his blue overalls, changed into a plaid suit, put on the same plaid cap, walked out of the duty room, closed the door and locked it.

At this moment, a patrol boat with the French flag flew towards the pontoon, the iron-gray hull broke through the rolling blue waves, splashed countless white splashes, and before the old man had time to get out of the pontoon, it docked at the place where the yacht had docked not long ago.

Then out of the cockpit came a man in a French police uniform, and before the policeman could speak, he heard the old man standing on the stairs of the pontoon and shouting, "It's time to leave! ”

The old man's tone was very unhappy, and he had no fear of the policeman with a pistol at his waist or the 30mm naval gun standing on the deck of the patrol boat.

The policeman raised his hand and straightened the big-brimmed hat, and said with a smile: "Sorry, I'm sorry to disturb you, I don't want to cheer, I just have some questions I want to ask you." ”

"What's the problem?

"Have you seen any strange people or ships lately?"

"Strange people and ships?" the old man frowned.

"Yes, especially if you see any Asians!"

"Yes, yes!" the old man became excited, he put back his feet on the stairs, walked to the patrol boat, and asked excitedly, "Are you tracking down the terrorists who attacked Paris?"

The policeman nodded and said, "Yes, did you encounter anything?"

"Just now, a yacht from Paris was refueled at my place, and there were two Cana Koreans on the yacht!" "Paris?" The policeman, who was still casual just now, immediately stood up straight and asked seriously: "Did you say anything to them?"

The old man immediately poured beans into a bamboo tube and told him what had just happened, and did not forget to emphasize, "That short-haired girl is so beautiful."

While listening to the old man's rambling narration, the policeman looked up to check the pontoon, and when he saw a camera above the tanker, he interrupted the old man's meaningless statement and asked, "Where is the computer where the surveillance video is stored?"

The old man pointed to the duty room and said, "In the room." ”

The policeman glanced at the duty room and asked, "How big is the ship, and how much fuel is there?"

"Thirty meters long yacht, considered large, with about 2,600 liters of diesel fuel. The old man pinched the money in his pocket and decided not to tell the story of the 96 euro tip.

The policeman smiled and said, "Thank you for your cooperation." ”

The old man spread his hands and asked very strangely, "Don't you need me to show you the surveillance?"

"No, no, I'll do it myself. The policeman shook his head, then casually raised his hand, and a red light flashed, and the surprised expression on the old man's face turned into a flame in the air before it could dissipate.

The policeman disappeared in place, but in just over ten seconds, he walked out of the duty room with a computer case, closed the door with his heels, and jumped like a bird to the door of the cockpit of the patrol boat.

The patrol boat, which did not turn off the engine, increased its horsepower, did not delay for a second, and left the pontoon.

The noisy engine noise faded away, and the damp river breeze instantly blew away the scorching stench of the pontoon, as if nothing had happened here.

After a while, when it was getting dark, another patrol boat with an iris flag came to the pontoon, and the men on it probed and quickly departed when they saw no one......

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At night, the Mediterranean is quite stormy, and the small yacht, which is still a giant in the Rhône, is like a toy boat in the embrace of the Mediterranean, and it is gradually speeding away from the dimly lit coastline towards Italian Sardinia. Jingquan set up the autopilot, walked out of the cockpit, and got out of the bottom compartment. There is a small living room and five guest rooms in the bottom warehouse, the door of the guest room is tightly closed, and on the sofa in the living room sits six people with big ties and socks in their mouths.

One of them suddenly turned out to be Cheng Mo.

His face was a little pale, his head was wrapped in a circle of gauze, and the Tai Chi Dragon uniform on his body had been peeled off, leaving only a tattered T-shirt stained with blood, and countless scratches remained on the T-shirt, like the marks of a leather whip.

The other five were white, three men and two women, all dressed in bright costumes, and although they showed no signs of abuse, their faces were covered with sweat and their eyes were terrified.

On the contrary, the scarred Cheng Mo was a little tired, and there was not much fear in his eyes.

Jing Quan took off his baseball cap, threw it on the coffee table, walked in front of Cheng Mo, grabbed the rope and lifted him up from the sofa, and then Jing Quan reached out and took out the socks from Cheng Mo's mouth, and said with a sneer: "Now that I'm at sea, I have time to play with you." ”

Cheng Mo coughed a few times, and was punched in the stomach, and his body bowed like a shrimp.

Gao Yuemei, who heard the voice, rushed out of the room, she pushed Jing Quan, but Jing Quan didn't move, Gao Yuemei shouted hoarsely: "He has lost his memory, what are you still torturing him?"

"Amnesia, this mongrel is scheming, so you believe his words!" Saying that, Jing Quan punched Cheng Mo in the abdomen again, Cheng Mo trembled all over, and blood spat out of his mouth.

Gao Yuemei screamed, grabbed Jing Quan's arm and opened her mouth to bite, but Jing Quan's arm was like reinforced rubber, and Gao Yuemei didn't even leave a mark when she took her mouth, so she was pushed away by Jing Quan.

"Gao Yuemei, I warn you, don't go endless!" Jing Quan grabbed Cheng Mo and shook it twice, and said angrily, "What do you think he is a good person? When he cut my brother's hand, he didn't blink his eyes, and now Lao Tzu punches him twice, you will be like crazy......"

Gao Yuemei, who fell to the ground, pleaded in a low voice: "Brother Quan, can't you say anything well? When Cheng Mo recovers his memory, he will definitely return Brother Xing to you and give you money..... Give as much as you want....."

Jing Quan looked coldly at Cheng Mo's sweaty face, and said in a deep voice: "This is the last time I give you a chance, let go of my brother immediately, give me three more watches and 50 billion US dollars, and I will only cut off one hand, spare your life....."

Cheng Mo smiled bitterly and replied weakly: "I really ..... I don't remember anything. ”

Jing Quan smiled cruelly and said, "Okay! I'll help you remember!"

As he spoke, Jing Quan casually grabbed a white man from the sofa, carried a person in one hand, and carried Cheng Mo and the white man to the deck like a chicken. Then he approached the railing and lifted Cheng Mo and the white man out of the yacht at the same time. Jing Quan let go of his hand like a skill, and the bodies of Cheng Mo and the white man quickly fell towards the rough black sea.

Just as the waves from the hull of the boat smashed into Cheng Mo's face, Jing Quan grabbed the rope that was tied to Cheng Mo's and the white man's feet. Cheng Mo turned his head and saw the white man in the sea breeze twisting his body and moaning "woo", and there was yellow liquid in his pants flowing down the white shirt. The white man struggled desperately like a big fish out of water, and the tears that shone in the light were blown away by the sea breeze as soon as they left his eyes.

"I'll count to three, this is really my last chance!" Izumi shouted.

The salty sea water hit Cheng Mo's face, he no longer looked at the dying and struggling white man on the side, just licked the water droplets on the side of his mouth, and looked at the dark sea with an expressionless face, reflecting the light and letting his body sway in the wind.

“3！”

“2！”

“1！”

"Plop!" the white man fell into the deep sea, and disappeared without a single splash.

Gao Yuemei's scream came from the boat again, followed by a "bang" sound, Gao Yuemei was silent, Cheng Mo frowned, and then heard Jing Quan say with a cruel smile: "Do you remember it now? If you don't think about it, you will be like that person just now, sinking in the sea!"

Cheng Mo twisted his body and shouted: "Let me go! I really don't remember anything! When I remember, I will tell you everything!"

"Dog X species, you don't believe I'm going to kill you, do you?"

"I really don't remember!" Cheng Mo replied in a panic.

"Good!"

Cheng Mo's eyes widened, watching the lighted sea getting closer and closer, he took a deep breath, the cold feeling of suffocation came to his face, the familiar despair of falling out of control occupied his brain, the world changed from bright to dark, he was slowly locked in the cage of death, but there was not much fear in his heart, only a sadness.

An indescribable sadness.

The white bubbles rolled upwards in front of his eyes, his chest was burning, and at the moment when the desire to breathe could not be suppressed, he stopped falling in the deep darkness, so Cheng Mo closed his eyes......

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Jing Quan dragged Cheng Mo up from the sea with the fishing line, looked at Cheng Mo, whose lips were pale and kept trembling, and threw the wet Cheng Mo on the deck with a gloomy face.

"MD, are you really amnesia?" Izumi muttered to himself. He slammed his fist into the guardrail, and the alloy railing hissed and bent down.

There was a lighthouse-like light flashing in the distance, and Jing Quan didn't care about continuing to torture Cheng Mo at this time, so he hurriedly ran into the wheelhouse, turned off all the lights and autopilot, and increased the speed of the boat and drove rapidly in the opposite direction of the light....

Looking at the endless black expanse in front of him, and the terrible chasing soldiers behind him, Jing Quan was very anxious, he took out the Black Death mobile phone belonging to Cheng Mo and took a look, he once asked Cheng Mo to open the mobile phone for him to check, and from the above it can be seen that Cheng Mo had a lot of interaction with the "Hydra" not long ago.

Jingquan has been operating on Penglai Island for many years, and naturally knows that "Hydra" is a very powerful organization in the Black Death, and the "Black Death" has always had unique techniques for priing open people's mouths, "truth potions" and "lie detectors" These things are the best tricks of the "Black Death", and even transplanting a brain is not a fantasy, even if Cheng Mo really loses his memory, the Black Death wants to restore his memory, it must not be difficult.

Helpless, Izumi thought to himself, "Is there really only one way to go to Greece to seek help from Hydra?"

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