"Isn't Brother Yidao still old? He actually saw my plan so soon." Feng smiled after reading the letter from the master of the suicide sect, and put down the tea in his hand. The current master of Suomingmen is called Wang Ming. The people of the world call it a "death stab". It is said that the enemy confronting him can only take one stab at him, and one slash is enough to kill. Suomingmen has always been a very secret sect. The word Wang Ming may not be obvious, but when it comes to Big Brother Yidao, I am afraid that no one knows it.
"Then in the next step, are we going to get the authority with the high-level leaders, and then set off with the heroes of the world?" Kui Mulang is far away in Shanghai, and he runs the "funding world" there, and the business is booming, but it's the same as Feng here. , No one has cast a power of attorney for more than half a month. Our name is not loud enough, then we will use the Jianghu memorabilia to advertise!
"Of course this is our general direction, but before that, we have to find the killer of the death gate and ask him to bring a message to the death gate, saying that I am going to fight them on behalf of the king!" Think about this little one! The reporter's commission was really worth it. Not only did he hire the best assassin in the world as a bodyguard, he also invited the whole world to help him eliminate his troubles forever. This is worth 50,000 yuan.
"Then it depends on how hot Suomen's swordsman is. Maybe he hasn't even touched the shadow of the killer yet." Kui Mulang rubbed his nose. The weather in Shanghai was really damp. He just went there. Too used to. "I heard that the field team of the dying gate is the elite in the gate, I am afraid they are not the idle generation."
"That's not our heart. How about your business? Has anyone put in a power of attorney?" Feng asked lazily, except for a small reporter's commission these days. A lot of business, but it’s just trivial things. Some old customers even asked him to buy the authentic West Lake Longjing. It’s just after Qingming. Where can I find this Longjing tea for you
"Well, the weather today is good, I want to take advantage of the sun to go out for a walk." Kui Mulang said to him, and changed the subject straightforwardly.
"You just clearly said that there is rain on you." Feng put down the phone with a look of disbelief. It seems that the business in Shanghai is not going smoothly.
Liu Yi accompanied the young reporters to a cocktail party organized by the "Human Rights Defence League." All of them were ordinary reporters from the press. Everyone was fighting for human rights and justice, and they all experienced many setbacks and dangers. The encouragement and appreciation between each other may be their courage to continue. Liu Yi admires these people in his heart. In order to help disadvantaged groups, to make the world more fair and just, and to make news more transparent and timely, many of them are Paid a painful price. Liu Yi still remembers a reporter who ran into factories and mines limping to give everyone a toast. The vicissitudes of his face recorded his sufferings. Liu Yi thought he was an old man in his early fifties. It was said that he was helping the miners defend their rights. He was hated by the mine owner, and his leg was broken on the way home. Liu Yi solemnly shook hands with the "old man". When he was chatting, he discovered that he was only thirty-two years old.
For Liu Yi, the arena is their world, and the killer is his profession. Don't think too much, don't consider whether it is worth it, as long as you can afford to pay, as long as it is not a particularly sensitive target, Liu Yi will generally follow. He rejected all the genocide orders and the slaughter of children. As to whether his actions were just or not, Liu Yi felt that there was nothing to explain. That's just one of my jobs. Outside of work, I'm still a good man who loves the country and loves his family. Although there is only a pair of slippers and a Labrador dog big enough in the house.
But for ordinary people, their lives are far less exciting than those of the Jianghu people. They are far away from murder and conspiracy. They don't need to understand so many incisions, nor do they need to abide by the so-called Jianghu morality. But the world of ordinary people also has love and hate, and also needs chivalry and justice. This rights defense alliance made Liu Yi feel the blood boiling. It was the blood of human nature that was rushing, tumbling, baptizing the soul, and correcting the direction.
"Cheers!" Liu Yi toasted frequently, almost forgetting that he was still a bodyguard. Seeing the little reporter smiling carefree among the crowd, Liu Yi was envious in addition to envy. They are a group of ordinary people, and they also have their own world. And such a world has already run counter to himself. In fact, as a killer, you should not drink alcohol. Alcohol will affect the sharp insight of a killer, and it can also slow down the speed of the brain to make analysis. This is a deadly weakness on the battlefield. But today Liu Yi feels happy, or in other words, feels relaxed. He wants to have a good drink, so when he leaves the reception with the reporter, both of them are a little staggered.
"These are my friends. They want to help me and they said they want to be with me... But I believe you can protect me. It can be seen that you are all good people, but by no means ordinary people." The little reporter spoke early. He was not sensitive anymore, and walked swayingly, if it weren't for Liu Yi, he would almost fall to the ground.
"I understand now why you are willing to risk your life to reveal some truth. To be honest, I admire you very much. You are the civilian heroes of this era." Liu Yi really appreciates this group of people, as for the reporter. Let's forget the look in the eyes, a killer is called a "good guy", I don't know if this is a kind of irony.
The dim street lights stretched the backs of two people, and the occasional roar seemed to be the rhythm of the city. However, under the luxury car mansion and the idea of money worship, there are still many things worth pursuing. Unfortunately, many people don’t understand. There are still many people who do not want to understand.
The wild cat on the roadside stared motionlessly at the two slightly drunk men. The unpleasant smell of alcohol could be smelt from a long distance. Liu Yi looked at the wild cat and remembered a lot of past events somehow, and took it out of his pocket. A piece of candy was thrown over, "Eat candy, little guy." Unfortunately, the night cat didn't appreciate it and stayed there motionless.
"Today's moonlight is really good." Liu Yi sighed facing the bright moon, and couldn't help but close his eyes and admire the rare tranquility. A silent black shadow broke through the air, pointed directly at the throat of the little reporter, and launched from a blind spot, unavoidable. It's a pity that Liu Yi's knife was faster, and only a short knife went into its sheath with a "clang", leaving a spot of blood.