"Nothing to say, nothing to say, why am I trying to complete these one hundred tasks? Isn't it just for freedom? Do I need to say it?" Feng shook his head and said to himself, and finally returned.
In the past, it was said that he chose the third one.
Soon, there was a reply: "Congratulations on your freedom. From now on, you will be completely free. The organization will not impose any restrictions on you, but you are not allowed to expose anything about the organization, otherwise, you will be responsible for the consequences."
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Seeing this reply, Feng laughed and said, "I am finally completely free!"
In the next few days, Feng made preparations for his return to China. He told Crowe that he planned to return to China, because he did look like a Chinese, and he had also been to China to do work.
Mission, seeing the city and people there, he felt like returning to his hometown. He had to confirm that China was his motherland.
He has been at the training base of the killer organization for as long as he can remember. After more than ten years of brutal training and witnessing various deaths, he became a killer at the age of fifteen. After four years of life as a killer, he finally obtained
Gaining freedom was definitely a turning point for him.
Feng first came to the Chinese Embassy in the United States, obtained the Chinese citizen ID card, and then went through a series of procedures. Finally, it was over. Then he booked a flight ticket, came to the hotel, and prepared to board the flight to the Chinese capital tomorrow.
The flight to Kyoto.
The day is not long or short. In short, early the next morning, after exercising for two hours, he immediately came to the airport. Looking at the blue sky, he was filled with emotions. Returning to the motherland? Can he?
I have never been so excited. Even though I have been to China before, it was just a mission. Now I am returning to my motherland. The two are completely different.
The plane took off at ten o'clock sharp, and there was only less than twenty minutes until takeoff. Feng was wearing a cowboy hat and radar sunglasses, giving people a cool and chic feeling, attracting the attention of those around him.
Women's attention.
The announcement began to remind passengers heading to China to board the plane quickly. Feng also left his seat. After a while, he boarded the plane. After finding his seat, he began to wait for the plane to take off.
He was sitting in the first class cabin, and there were a lot of people there. He looked out the window and sighed. He was about to leave this place where he had been since he was a child, but he thought that in fifteen hours, he would be able to reach his own place.
My hometown made me happy again.
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After more than ten hours, with two meals in between, Feng waited and slept for a few hours on the way. Finally, he arrived in China. Looking at the crowded airport, Feng couldn't help but sigh: "It deserves to be the country with the most people in the world."
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Then he picked up his suitcase and left the airport. Of course, he did not forget to pick up a map. This map was also quite detailed. It told him the entire appearance of Kyoto and the names of each street. Then he
He stopped a car, got in, and said, "Beijing Hotel."
The driver immediately drove towards the Beijing Hotel.
It was now past 14 o'clock in Beijing time, and he was still a bit behind on the jet lag. However, for a killer, he could still adapt quickly, and it only took about a day.
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"Here we go, twenty-five yuan!" the driver stopped the car and told Feng.