Mr.
Sha is sitting in Shanghai waiting for other help.
It seems that the only people he can use are Lai Guodong and three of our non-staff helpers.
But in fact, even Deputy Director Xia and the three groups of people dare not touch him casually. otbnkotgt The identities of these four people are relatively mysterious, but as the non-staff helpers who helped Lai Guodong this time, we have heard about them.
"The names of these four people seem to be secret, but it is said that they were brothers in the past.
The code names are very simple.
The eldest is called Jiayi, the second is called Yier, the third is called Bingsan, and the fourth is called Dingsi.
The four people are about the same age.
Around fifty, Jianghu is experienced and hidden.
So far, no one has seen them take action.
But it is said that people assassinate Sha Lao every year, but no matter what the master is, no one survives.
It is said that most of the credit is due to these four people.
"The fat man said in the stronghold with the obtained information.
Luo Qiong was sitting next to me, trying to figure out how to take out the arrowhead embedded in my flesh.
With disinfectant alcohol and gauze bandages on hand, I drank with a look of pain on my face.
"Well, if we really use our identities that haven't been revealed to assassinate Mr.
Sha, we might be able to succeed, but it's probably impossible to come back alive.
And in turn, Deputy Director Xia will definitely throw the blame on us.
It's time to frame us for death He defeated the director of Institute 507 and sent people to kill us.
Not to mention his great achievements, he was able to take the opportunity to become the director.
This time, it seems that we are going to die anyway. " The fat man put down the materials and smoked a cigarette.
I don’t know what he said, but so what if I know it.
To use an inappropriate metaphor, the mission of assassinating Sha Lao is equivalent to putting the human civilization on the moon fifty years ago.
It is impossible to complete. task.
"This time, please don't interfere."
As soon as I said these words, Luo Qiong used tweezers to pull out the arrowhead.
The severe pain almost stopped me from breathing, and I took a breath of cold air from the pain.
"What did you say?"
the fat man looked at me and asked.
"This time I'm saving my father, and he's probably going to lose his life, so don't get involved.
When the time comes, Deputy Director Xia wants someone to take the blame, and I'll be the only one to take the blame.
Live your life well, The money I have made in the past five years is enough for you.
"This time I didn't want to be a lone hero.
If I did, I would soon be opposed by the fat man.
However, if it had been in the past, I would have been grateful, and then I would be with my brothers.
One more big vote.
But this time, I had already made up my mind to go it alone no matter what.
The fat man kept mumbling, Luo Qiong echoed beside him, and I took a sip of wine without saying a word.
Late at night, I moved my arm, but it still hurt, and blood would ooze out after strenuous exercise.
I put on my clothes, put on my backpack, and stood at the door of the stronghold.
During dinner at night, I put some medicine in Luo Qiong and Fatty's wine.
At night, I said I couldn't sleep so I was arranged to stand guard.
I could hear them snoring while standing downstairs.
I smiled, if this trip goes well, I can kill Mr.
Sha and get my dad and Aunt Xue back.
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If this trip doesn't go well, I will be killed by Sha Lao's people.
After losing the purpose of the threat, they might let my dad go.
However, regardless of whether it was successful or not, I would not be alive in this world three days later.
With an injured body, no plan, and no trump cards that will guarantee success, I don't think I can survive after killing Mr.
Sha.
What's more, the situation is far more complicated than we know.
I walked out of the stronghold and closed the door.
The traces of the battle the night before were still on the ground.
I raised my head and looked at it.
The starry sky was beautiful, and there was a lonely purple starlight shining on me.
I walked forward with my head lowered, my footsteps heavy but with no intention of looking back.
This time I will not look back, not because I want to be a lone hero, but because I don’t want my brothers to be buried with me.
To die alone is enough.
The hotel where Sha Lao stayed was next to Shanghai Laowai Baidu Bridge, not far from the Bund.
In the 1990s, it was already a very famous high-end hotel in Shanghai.
The interior decoration was also very old-school, with bronze European-style leather sofas and angel-like sculptures.
The columns, stained glass windows, and small coffee shops in the early years were considered very foreign by Shanghainese.
There were always one or two foreign waiters at the front desk, and the owner of the coffee shop was a blond man with blue eyes.
I know where Mr.
Sha lives.
Not only me, but also people in the circle who have some channels know that he lives here.
When I walked into this hotel with my bag on my back, the doorman glanced at me somewhat disdainfully.
After all, I was dressed in a dusty suit, and I was not well dressed to begin with.
I had neither a suit, tie, or leather shoes, nor a cigar.
I looked like a simple worker who had just arrived in Shanghai to work.
"Sir, how can I help you?"
A young man at the front desk looked at me and asked, even though he looked down on me deep in his eyes, his tone was still very polite.
I took out a stack of money from my pocket and put it on the table.
The waiter was stunned and looked at me in surprise.
"I want a room."
The overall feeling of the room to me is that it is big, with a big bed and a big bathroom.
There is even a large balcony outside the room.
I can sit on the balcony and drink tea, and look at the river view and the Bund.
But even though it was such a beautiful room, it was the first time for me to stay in such a luxurious place, but I didn't have the leisure and leisure to enjoy the scenery.
Because Mr.
Sha lived here, I only stayed here in order to find an opportunity to kill him.
The front desk will not disclose the guest's room number or personal privacy, but Mr.
Sha has the habit of drinking coffee, so every afternoon he will drink a cup of coffee in the cafe downstairs accompanied by his bodyguard.
That is me An opportunity to find out the details of the bodyguards around him.
I looked at the time and saw that it was still early in the afternoon.
I thought I was confused in bed for a while.
But unexpectedly, I started to have nightmares as soon as I closed my eyes.
I still can't wake up easily.
In the dream, I saw myself failing to assassinate Sha Lao.
When I came back, I watched my father and Aunt Xue being slaughtered by Cha Wei's people, with blood flowing and their skin and flesh torn.
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The bloody scene made me crazy.
I woke up from my sleep screaming, my head covered with sweat, and even my undershirt was soaked.
I looked at the clock on the wall and didn't expect it was already night.
I got up in a hurry, put on a mask and walked downstairs.
What I didn't expect was that I bumped into Mr.
Sha at the corner downstairs.
I saw him first, but if I turned around and left at this time, I would definitely It would arouse the other party's suspicion, so I could only frown and move forward, hoping to pass by him calmly.
The distance between the two parties got closer and closer.
I lowered my head slightly and passed by the bodyguard beside Sha Lao.
Mr.
Sha did not raise his head, and the bodyguard did not look at me.
There was no conflict between us.
After going downstairs, I stood at the top of the stairs and let out a sigh of relief.
I was originally sure that Mr.
Sha would take the elevator, but I didn't expect to bump into him.
Fortunately, he didn't notice me.
When I went down to the lobby, in the coffee shop, the waitress came over with a menu.
After seeing me, she said: "Sir, would you like some wine or coffee?"
"Whatever, let's have a drink.
By the way, you have an old customer here.
He is very impressive and has a bodyguard.
Does he often come here to drink coffee?"
"Oh, you mean Mr.
Sha?
Yes, the old man comes to have a cup of coffee at four o'clock every afternoon on time.
This is the case every day these days."
"It should be fixed where he sits."
I asked.
"Yes, it's the seat by the window.
His bodyguard will sit at the next table.
It's fixed every day.
Our boss will deliberately leave this seat vacant these days."
"Oh, thank you."
It’s not unusual for Mr.
Sha to sit in the same seat and drink coffee every day.
Many well-established people on the road also live the same life every day.
The type of coffee, the seat he sits in, and the time he arrives at are the same every day, which just shows this person’s self-discipline. .
If I could play around with what he meant by sitting, it might help me kill him.
Looking around, some of the waiters were chatting, some were busy, but the boss was not there.
I was just about to stand up and take a look at that chair, when suddenly a waiter at the front desk came over and said, "Are you Mr.
Ba?"
I paused, took my steps back and asked, "Yes, who are you?"
"Oh, there is a guest looking for you.
The gentleman in room 3013, please come over."
"I don't have time to see you, so you can help me refuse."
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Maybe there is an acquaintance, and I don't want to get involved with an acquaintance at this time.
"I'm afraid that's not possible.
The customer said you must go there."
The waiter shook his head with a smile.
"Who must let me go?"
I asked impatiently.
"The old gentleman's surname is Sha.
He said that if you hear this name, you will definitely go and meet him."
As soon as the waiter said this, I was stunned
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