Soothing music, beautiful night view.
Xiao and Zheng were sipping red wine and overlooking the city that never sleeps. On the table are top-quality ingredients flown in by air. It is exuding an alluring fragrance.
Jiang Qing, who was sitting opposite Xiao Zheng, also took off her meticulous uniform and put on a light purple dress because the venue she attended was very high-end. Elegant and moving, showing off feminine charm.
"Captain Jiang, you should wear more clothes worn by women. For example, long skirts." Xiao Zheng took a sip of red wine and advised kindly.
"If your thoughts can go back to the time when you were in the army, I can change into a long skirt." Jiang Qing put down the wine glass and said with complicated eyes. "Boss Xiao, can you?"
Xiao Zheng was defeated by Jiang Qing. He smiled helplessly and said: "At least in terms of eloquence, Captain Jiang has made rapid progress. He is worthy of following the boss of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs."
Jiang Qing blocked Xiao Zheng's teasing and turned her eyes leisurely to the night scene outside the window: "The superiors appreciate Minister Gong's handling of this incident. General Qi also talked to me on the phone and hoped that I would convey his gratitude on his behalf."
"Thank you to whom?" Xiao Zheng narrowed his eyes and smiled.
"Of course it's you." Jiang Qing stared at Xiao Zheng.
"General Qi's three levels are getting more and more crooked. It is necessary to recast it." Xiao Zheng joked. "None of the things I did were honorable."
"The process is not important. The purpose is the core." Jiang Qing said slowly. "I used to think that people should be aboveboard when doing things. But the enemy is treacherous, cunning, and hard to guard against. If we don't be flexible, we will be eaten in one bite."
Xiao Zheng laughed dumbly, not expecting Jiang Qing to have such an inner monologue. He couldn't help but cut a piece of steak into his mouth, chewed it and said: "Captain Jiang, your changes and progress are amazing."
"Then do you think this change is good or bad?" Jiang Qing asked.
"Why do you ask that?" Xiao Zheng said.
"Each of us has become what we hated most at first." Jiang Qing looked a little complicated.
"The people you hate the most often live better than you. Don't they?" Xiao Zheng said cruelly. "If the other person is not as good as you in everything, would you still be interested in hating him? Maybe once or twice, you will do such boring things. But in the long run, what you see with your eyes is often what you stand for. Someone who is taller than you and has traveled farther than you."
Jiang Qing was silent for a moment, pursed her lips and said, "Maybe you are right."
Xiao Zheng said no more, picked up the wine glass and said: "It may be ridiculous to say it. In fact, my wish has always been world peace."
"Hypocritical." Jiang Qing clinked glasses with him. He pouted.
The night was beautiful, and the blood was staining the bright night sky red.
Sleeping people, do you know that death is everywhere. The king of the dark night is looking down at you.
…
Councilor Maillar finished the very long dinner and hurried back home.
In the past few days, his mood has been very confused. Especially after I learned last night that Jerry died tragically in a bar. He then carried a pistol with him. Several bodyguards were arranged to ensure his safety.
Even at home, he never leaves his side with his gun.
After taking a shower, Maillar, who changed into comfortable pajamas, sat on the sofa and drank.
At the dinner table tonight, countless people invited him to drink, but he didn't drink at all. The apparent reason is that there has been too much chaos in New York State recently, and as a congressman, he feels very heavy.
But the private reason is that he is afraid that his nerves will be anesthetized by alcohol. Died tragically on the way home.
So many people have been killed in recent days. It is impossible for a congressman who has done something wrong not to be nervous at all. Not only was he nervous, he was also scared.
Jerry's death was like a bayonet hanging above his head, which could fall down at any time and pierce his head.
These days, Maillar has been living in fear. Having trouble sleeping and eating.
Only at home could he put away his shameful fear. Have a few drinks to soothe the emotions that have been suppressed all day long.
There were a total of eight bodyguards inside and outside the door. And each one comes with a gun. He believed that even if those scary guys found out what he had done, as long as he was careful enough, there wouldn't be any big problems.
Maillar knew the strength of those bodyguards very well. He also knows how powerful the security system is in the villa area where he lives.
Just as he finished his second glass of wine, he planned to light a cigar and enjoy this rare peaceful midnight. The curtains were suddenly blown by a gust of cold wind. A biting chill poured into his neck and invaded Senator Maillard's skin all over his body.
This feeling is like a sudden cold war in the dog days of summer. Extremely weird.
"Fick."
Councilor Maillar, who felt uneasy, shouted toward the door. Try to find someone to chat with that is somewhat related to you. Soothe fear.
But he shouted three times, but the other party didn't respond. This made Mylar angry.
Damn that guy, he doesn’t think that he can be arrogant and arrogant just because he is somewhat related to him, right
Maillar stood up, opened the door and walked towards the living room.
Maillar lives in a three-story villa. After divorcing his wife, he remained single. Countless young girls have stayed in this villa. Except recently, he rarely slept alone.
Maillar came to the living room, only to find that the bodyguards who were supposed to be on defense in various parts of the villa were all sitting on his expensive leather sofa. Because he was too tall, his leather sofa was squeezed out of shape.
"asshole!"
Mailal roared and kicked the bodyguard who was approaching him. But got no response.
On the contrary, the bodyguard tilted his body slightly. Revealing a ferocious and terrifying face!
he died!
There is a deep groove-like blood mark on the neck! Blood was gurgling out.
The strong smell of blood assaulted his nostrils. Fill the entire living room.
In an instant, Maillar's mind, which had not drunk much, was as clear as ever!
He staggered back two steps, but was slipped by the blood flowing on the floor.
Immediately afterwards.
A figure like a dark elf appeared in front of him.
Maillar slowly raised his head, his pupils contracting violently.
This is a very beautiful woman.
She has jet black hair. But those eyes were scarlet. In her long, snow-white hands, she gently held a dagger that was bleeding.
The black clothes were spotless.
This alone is enough to judge that this woman's killing methods are world-class. It can be completely unstained by blood.
"Who are you?" Maillar asked in horror. Keep crawling back.
He didn't even have the courage to stand up.
In other words, he was so frightened by this female killer who suddenly appeared that his legs became weak.
"My name is Tina. I'm a killer."
"Tell me all the stupid things you've done, and I'll let you die a happy death."
A hoarse and decaying voice sounded in my ears. With those beautiful scarlet eyes.
She is a female Shura from the dark world, and her expression changes when she talks about it!