As night falls, New York City is brightly lit and people are intoxicated.
A greasy middle-aged white man walked into the cafe, ordered a caramel cappuccino and a plate of pastries, and then made his way to the street-facing window.
Dim street lights shrouded the streets. Pedestrians came and went on the street. Some were in a hurry, some were strolling casually, and some stopped to take photos. The one that took the most photos was naturally the Black Sail Building across the street. The sailboat standing on the roof of the building was lit up, and in the vast night, it looked like a magical pirate ship sailing in the sky.
For example, Captain Jack Sparrow's Black Pearl.
Nicolas Conti was in that sailing ship, strategizing and winning a thousand miles.
No one knew what it was like inside the pirate ship with the black sail hanging from its hand. The greasy middle-aged white man was quietly drinking coffee and observing the door of the Black Peak Building.
There are more than a dozen fully armed guards standing there, a lot of new cameras have been installed, and even the most advanced security equipment has been installed. Let alone a person, not even a bird can even think of breaking in.
There were two white men in the coffee shop talking about something that happened in the East.
"I saw the news that there was a terrorist attack in northern China. A high-end office building was bombed and many people died." A white young man wearing glasses said.
"Terrorist attack? People in that country say that their country is the safest. I think it is a joke." Another slightly older white man said: "There is no safe country in the world, and if there is, it is absolutely not It will be China. As for the terrorist attacks you mentioned, I think it should be a group of people fighting for freedom who are making their demands."
"Don't you like China?" asked the white young man wearing glasses.
"Like it? Are you kidding? I hate that country and its people." The slightly older white man said: "Today my boss told me that our company is likely to lay off employees. You know, I am doing Soybean futures traders, that nasty country doesn’t buy our soybeans anymore!”
"What is this? I heard that their factory actually installed spy chips in Apple phones to steal our secrets. I even think this is an act of war. We should unite with our allies and teach them a lesson." , I think only in this way will the people of that country and that country learn to be smart," said the white young man wearing glasses.
"I think they should become poor like Ross, so that they will not threaten our country. But the situation is getting worse. I have read a report that China may surpass us in becoming the country within 30 years. The largest economy in the world. Oh my gosh, I really hope that report is wrong, I don’t see that coming.”
"If a Chinese comes in at this time, I will give him a good beating and tell them to go back!" As he spoke, the white young man wearing glasses glanced at the door of the cafe, and his eyes were not friendly at all.
Unfortunately, no Chinese people came in to drink coffee.
The two white men chatted without saying a word.
Men all over the world seem to have this problem. When they sit down to drink tea or coffee, it doesn't matter what they drink. What matters is that the bragging must be high-end and classy.
International cattle has naturally become the first choice.
The greasy middle-aged white man looked at the two white people drinking coffee at the next table, shook his head slightly, and then moved his gaze to the Black Sail Building across the street. This time he raised his head slightly and looked at the sailboat standing on the top of the building thoughtfully. After a few minutes, three people walked in from the door of the cafe. Two men and one woman, dressed in ordinary clothes. It is hard to judge their age. They look very young, but the eyes of the three of them have a sense of weathering, and they are also very sharp, giving people a feeling that can freeze a person's heart. .
These three people are all Chinese.
The eyes of the three white men in the cafe were invariably focused on the three Chinese men who had just entered. There was a sense of tacit understanding in this scene.
Before the three Chinese men and one woman who had just come in could order a drink or something to eat, the young white man wearing glasses stood up from his chair and walked over menacingly.
"What are you doing in here?" The white young man wearing glasses pointed at the door of the cafe and said fiercely: "You three yellow-skinned guys, get out of here. This is a place for white people to drink coffee. You are not welcome here. !”
The three Chinese people who had just come in, two men and one woman, seemed a little confused about the situation, but only for a second or two.
"What did you just say?" the woman asked in English. Her voice seemed to have been soaked in ice water, giving people a bone-chilling chill.
The white young man wearing glasses said angrily: "I tell you to get out!"
The waiters and owners of the cafe were all white, but they did not stop the bespectacled white young man’s bad behavior and looked on with cold eyes.
This is a feeling only those who have experienced racial discrimination will know.
The woman laughed angrily and glanced at her two companions: "The red-haired ghost who hasn't even evolved yet dares to talk to my aunt in this tone. What do you think we should do?"
A Chinese man said: "The master will be here soon. This guy is trouble."
Another Chinese man said: "If you don't do anything, let's get rid of them. These red-haired ghosts were born but not taught by their mothers. If we keep them, when the master comes, those dirty words will dirty the master's ears."
The three Chinese men spoke in Chinese and did not take the white youth who shouted at them seriously at all.
"Fake!" The white young man who didn't understand Chinese and wore glasses because the three Chinese were scolding him suddenly grabbed the ceramic vase with dried flowers on the table, waved his hand and smashed it on the woman's head. .
But his hand suddenly stopped in the air, and the ceramic vase in his hand fell to the ground.
Snapped!
A piece of debris.
The white young man wearing glasses lowered his head, and then he saw a sharp knife stuck in his chest. At that moment, fear invaded one of his nerves. He opened his mouth wide and wanted to call for help, but no sound came out of his mouth. He could feel the speed of life draining from his body, as well as the cold.
"Remember my aunt's face. If I meet my aunt in the next life, I will kill you." After the woman said this, she drew the sharp knife out.
A stream of blood suddenly spurted out from the chest of the white young man wearing glasses, and it felt like turning on a faucet.
It all happened so fast that people were caught off guard.
By the time everyone reacted, the white young man wearing glasses had fallen to the ground and was motionless.
The owner of the cafe suddenly pulled out a shotgun from under the counter, raised the muzzle and was ready to fire.
hiss!
A glimmer of cold light flashed through.
The cafe owner's two arms fell on the bar, but before he could scream, the cold light took over his neck again.
A head flies in the air.
The waiter ran out, but after only taking one step, an arrow from his sleeve pierced the back of his head, and he fell into a pool of blood.
The companion of the white young man fell to his knees on the ground and begged: "Please don't kill me, don't kill me..."
puff!
Another sleeve arrow hit his forehead, and his begging for mercy stopped abruptly.
"There's another one," the woman said, and then walked towards the middle-aged white man sitting by the window.
The middle-aged white man was still sitting by the window, looking out at the street scene. Four people died in this cafe in an instant, as if such a horrific thing had nothing to do with him. From the beginning to the end, he didn't even bother to look at anyone.
The woman came to the side of the middle-aged white man, and without saying a word, she stabbed the middle-aged white man in the chest with a knife.
"Teacher Fang Min, please calm down." The middle-aged white man said in fluent Chinese.
The woman who stabbed someone with a knife was stunned on the spot.
She had only used the name Fang Min in one place, and that place was Kyoto, China. She deceived a cultivation doctor named Ning Tao by using the Nascent Soul to leave the body.
The middle-aged white man looked away from the window. He looked at the woman standing next to him and said calmly: "What, Teacher Fang, don't you recognize me?"
Li Chuyi, the master of Miaoye, suddenly remembered something and lost his voice: "You are... Doctor Ning!"
This middle-aged white man is Ning Tao.
In addition to observing the situation of Black Sail Building, he also came here for the purpose of meeting Fox Princess. Unexpectedly, before he could take action, three of Fox Queen's subordinates, Miaoye Master Li Chuyi, Changchun Son Sun Wei, and Baige Master Yin Dasheng, appeared in the cafe again.
He recognized these three people, but these three people could not recognize him because he used the Yingu Soul Suppressing Talisman. A Tianzi version of the Yingu Town Talisman can change his appearance and skin color. He can become white or black. It can even block his own aura and cultivation aura. If he hadn't revealed his flaws, how could Li Chuyi have known his identity
Sun Wei and Yin Dasheng suddenly felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy. Sun Wei raised his right arm. There was a device for launching sleeve arrows in his sleeve and he could launch it at any time. Yin Dasheng also had a prayer flag-like magic weapon in his hand, and he looked very nervous.
Ning Tao said calmly: "I am not your enemy. Rather than taking action against me, I think the most important thing for you right now is to deal with these corpses. This is a very lively neighborhood after all, and it is not good to be seen." "
As soon as he finished speaking, a pair of black young men walked in from the door of the cafe. What came into their sight were several corpses lying on the ground, blood staining the floor red, and...
A human head dropped to the ground!
"Ah-" A young black man screamed, turned around and ran out.
Ning Tao smiled bitterly and shook his head. It was already too late to dispose of the body at this time.
The two young black men rushed out and screamed, attracting not the police but the guards in front of the Black Sail Building.
Those guards are actually mercenaries of Blackfire Company. The mercenaries who are on guard at this juncture are naturally the most elite mercenaries of Blackfire Company, because now is the time for war, and those guarding the base camp are naturally "royal guards" and the like. character of.
Eight mercenaries ran across the street towards this side, all with weapons in their hands. One of them was still talking on the walkie-talkie, either reporting the situation or calling for reinforcements.
Now it seems that I can’t keep a low profile even if I want to.