Room 4125.
Smith sat quietly on the sofa, with a black briefcase on the long table in front of him. However, there was no so-called trading item in the bag, but a loaded silenced pistol.
He has done work like this many times and is already familiar with it. But for some reason, Smith suddenly felt nervous when looking at the closed door.
It seemed that when the door opened, he would see the most terrifying thing in his life.
Scarier than Midnight Train.
"Dong dong"
There was a knock on the door.
Smith did not move because he knew that the other party also had the key card for this house.
Sure enough, after a while, only the sound of electronic card swiping was heard, and the door opened.
A tall woman walked in. She was wearing a black trench coat, with long black hair hanging down to her waist, and a pair of huge black sunglasses covering most of her face.
Seeing Smith sitting on the sofa, the woman who was about to close the door was stunned. She stood stiffly at the door, motionless.
Smith also felt that the other person looked familiar, but he thought it was a colleague who had met him before. He suddenly became wary, stood up cautiously, and said with a smile: "Why don't you close the door first?"
The woman was silent. After a moment, she slowly closed the door and then walked slowly towards Smith.
Looking at the woman getting closer and closer, Smith felt that she was more and more familiar, and it was not just a general familiarity. It seemed that she knew everything about her, the familiarity of family and friends around her.
But he still didn't recognize the woman's identity.
Men, in some respects, are slower.
Smith panicked, and for the first time his hands began to shake while working. But he still tried hard to maintain his basic qualities and said with a reluctant smile: "Then let's get started."
The woman still didn't speak, her eyes fixed on Smith through her sunglasses. After a moment, she reached out and handed the briefcase to Smith.
Smith hesitated, knowing that he should now pick up the briefcase on the table, take out the gun and shoot the other party while pretending to make a deal. But for some reason, Smith felt a little panicked.
Almost subconsciously, Smith said the wisest words of his life: "I still wear sunglasses in the room, don't you feel dark?"
The woman was silent, raised her slightly trembling fingers, and slowly took off her sunglasses, revealing a pair of beautiful, bright and very familiar big eyes.
""
Smith swayed, then slumped back on the sofa weakly, staring blankly at the sad-looking woman: "How could it be you Jane?"
Jane pursed her lips and tried to control her emotions: "Why can't it be me?"
"But" Smith looked at his wife's outfit and finally reacted belatedly, "Are you the same as me?"
Jane took off her wig and nodded: "That's right."
"when"
"Always"
“That Colombia”
"That's right, that's when it was"
Smith looked up to the sky and smiled bitterly: "I didn't expect that my last job would be you."
At this moment, Smith suddenly realized all the abnormalities in his wife.
Jane said coldly: "This is the company taking the opportunity to warn you that in our line of work, there is no such thing as early retirement."
Smith looked at his wife, who looked solemn but had red eyes, with a bitter taste in her mouth: "It seems that I will not be able to complete this retirement task."
Jane slowly pulled out a pistol from the briefcase and pointed it at Smith: "If you can't finish it, then you have no choice but to die."
Smith sighed and closed his eyes: "Then do it, my dear."
After a while, there was no gunfire.
Jian said quietly: "Come to the restaurant and have your last dinner with me."
Smith opened his eyes and looked at Jane with some surprise, but Jane opened the door and left without turning around. Smith quickly got up and followed, and the couple took the stairs one after another to the restaurant on the first floor.
Looking at the table that had been reserved, Smith said suspiciously: "You made a reservation in advance."
Jane shrugged: "After all, the last date was not completed because the car exploded."
Smith laughed, and then a waiter came forward to take Jane's windbreaker, but Smith waved him away. He personally helped his wife take off her windbreaker, pulled out the seat and let Jane sit down.
"Would you two like a bottle of champagne?"
the waiter asked.
Jane glanced at Smith and smiled lightly: "No, champagne is for celebration, let's have a bottle of red wine."
Smith laughed: "Bring me a bottle of whiskey, the one with the highest alcohol content, preferably with a lighter."
The waiter looked at the two men and women strangely, but as he was well-trained, he quickly concealed his look, nodded and left.
After the waiter left, Smith chuckled and said, "You still want to kill me?"
Jane smiled: "Of course, this is my job after all, isn't it?"
Smith curled his lips: "So your modeling agency is fake, and those so-called models are just like you."
Jane laughed: "Are you very lucky that you have never hooked up with them?"
Smith took a breath and nodded: "Not bad."
At this time, the waiter came with the dining cart, opened the wine, and placed the red wine and whiskey in front of Mr. and Mrs. Smith. However, before Smith could take action, Jane reached for the glass of whiskey and drank it down in one gulp.
"" The waiter blinked and looked at Jane, who looked as usual. He couldn't help but swallowed and quickly pushed the dining cart away.
Smith reluctantly filled Jane's glass: "I remember you only drink red wine."
Jane pursed her lips and smiled: "You also said that you are an ordinary investment consultant?"
Smith spread his hands: "Much better than John Wick's costume designer."
Jian picked up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp.
Two large glasses of high-altitude whiskey are enough to satisfy your appetite, no matter how good your drinker is. Jane's cheeks turned red, she stood up slightly unsteadily, walked around the dining table to Smith, stretched out her hand and pulled up her husband: "Come, dance with me."
Smith said helplessly: "You drank too much, my dear, why don't we go home."
"I hate it, I'm still at work, how can I go home?"
Jane pulled Smith into the dance floor in the middle of the restaurant. Coincidentally, after they entered, the slow dance music ended exactly, followed by a cheerful tango dance music.
Jane held Smith's hand, twisting the water snake's waist according to the rhythm of the music. After a moment, she turned around lightly and came around behind Smith. Her hands were like octopuses, and she hugged Smith tightly.
"Why don't you kill me"
Heat hit Smith's ears.
Smith felt the plump body pressing against his back and sighed: "I have never thought about doing that, and I will never do that."
"But I thought about it. I thought about it after I discovered your identity before."
"You already know my true identity"
"Hehe, of course, you were squatting in Times Square, and my gun was aimed at your head."
As she spoke, Jane groped down Smith's body with her hands, and whispered in his ear with her red lips: "If you don't want to kill me, why do you have so many weapons on you?"
Smith coughed dryly, his lips a little dry: "That's the gun I've had since I was born."
Jane chuckled, turned around, and leaned in front of Smith. Her hot body twisted and squatted down slowly from top to bottom.
An old couple who was dancing slowly next to them had their eyes fixed on them. Smith felt Jane's bold and hot touch and smiled slightly awkwardly.
At this time, Jane suddenly retched, covered her chest, stood up, and hurriedly walked toward the bathroom.
Smith moved his neck a little proudly, returned to his table, drank red wine and tried to calm down.
It looks like tonight there is going to be a long-lost fierce battle between the couple.
He was thinking happily when suddenly there was a scream from the direction of the bathroom, and several men and women ran out of the women's bathroom in a panic.
Before Smith could react, there was a "boom" and the women's restroom exploded.