In an old building, there are couplets pasted on the side of the rusty iron door. The aroma of vegetables and meat colliding with boiling oil comes out from the crack in the door.
"Huh..." The man took a deep breath and couldn't help but swallow his saliva, "Stir-fried kidneys, this is my favorite thing to eat."
A row of dim street lights illuminated the entire street, and a middle-aged man with a full beard was leaning against the corner wall, just in the shadow of the lights.
The streets were deserted, and occasionally one or two pedestrians were in a hurry. In this huge city of Yanjing, there was always a small room, and there might even be a group of people huddled on the sofa watching TV, waiting for him to return home late.
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"Eagle in position."
"Zhuge is in place."
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"Hyena? Hyena, hyena!"
The distracted bearded man was awakened by the loud shouting, and quickly put on the other headset he had taken off, and hurriedly said: "The hyena is here! The hyena is in place."
"Hmph..." The male voice in the headset seemed to be suppressing his anger, "Cheer up, tonight's action is very critical, the target bloodline level is infinitely close to A, the risk is very high, you must concentrate! It will end as planned.
You can still go back for dinner... You don’t want your family to have one less set of bowls and chopsticks and one more stick of incense every year from now on, right?”
"Yes!" the man codenamed Hyena immediately replied seriously, but he couldn't help but curse in his heart, "Tonight, someone from above will come to inspect the operation process of the Deacon Hall. Of course, your black hat is important, and I am of the same class.
Isn't it just delivering food when a person serving B meets a Class A dangerous person? It would be a tragedy if he didn't pull out his gun under the pressure of his golden eyes..."
However, thinking of his virtuous wife and lovely daughter at home, Hyena cheered up and observed the surrounding environment. One hand unconsciously touched the Beretta pistol filled with steel-core bullets at his waist.
Several mixed-race death cases occurred in Yanj City within half a month, and local police investigations could only find fragments of human tissue at the crime scene.
The mixed-race issue naturally attracted the attention of the Orthodox Deacon Hall. With the Deacon Hall's involvement, the case progressed quickly, and an arrest operation was quickly carried out. However, the target escaped even when the Deacon Hall dispatched a full squad.
After subsequent investigation and analysis, it was found that the target should be a mixed race with a high-risk bloodline, his class should be A, and his spirit was one of "puppet", "phantom", and "dark light".
In the first arrest, the Deacon Hall team had already trapped the target in a blind corner, and the real-time surrounding surveillance probes also confirmed their statement.
During the confrontation, traces of the target were quickly lost, and even those in the team who had the detection attribute of the Word Spirit were confused.
After logical reasoning by the relevant departments of the Deacon Hall, among the known sequences of words and spirits, there are only the following three types that can achieve this effect:
Serial number 56, a spiritual "puppet" that creates controllable clones;
Serial number 73, a "phantom" that can teleport within the field at short distances;
Serial number 69, changes the light trajectory in the field, making the releaser consistent with the surrounding environment, achieving the invisible "shadow".
Since the case was handed over to the Deacon Hall, it has received great attention. In addition, there were people from above inspecting the work, so preparations were naturally made for this second arrest. A total of three full teams of 12 people and a number of non-staff personnel were dispatched.
The call "Eagle has found the target and is asking for support!" came from the headset, and the hyena finally let go of his worries.
Hyena continues to perform his duties as a reconnaissance post, and the dangerous work of capturing targets is not the same salary he receives.
The Eagle's reconnaissance area is at least two or three kilometers away from him. Whatever happens across the street will not affect him. According to convention, he only needs to stand guard here and successfully capture the target at the Eagle reconnaissance post, or the operation is over.
The hyena sat lazily in the corner, took out a cigarette, smelled the tobacco, but still didn't dare to light it... If you are smelled of smoke during the gathering tonight, you will be in trouble regardless of whether the action is successful or not.
"The first team is in place and the target has entered Nanmen Street..."
"Sniper No. 3 is in place and the target has been locked..."
"Sniper No. 1 is in place and the target has been locked..."
Messages kept coming from the headset. The hyena was an old man who had experienced many operations. The real-time scene of the capture suddenly appeared in his mind:
In the sniper's precise optical instrument, the target on the central red dot is running around in the street, occasionally hitting billboards and flower pots - in fact, the target is being driven to the designated area like cattle and sheep.
If there is any big commotion in the downtown area of Yanjing, it will bring great trouble to the orthodoxy.
Behind the target is a team of team members who are chasing after them. Maybe the fully armed deacons have blocked the designed place and are ready to attack...
This is his job, or the normal life, and the hyena is a little tired of this kind of life.
There was a clerk in the office. His left forearm was broken and he could only hold down bullets in a magazine before he retired from the front line. Not only was he compensated, but the clerk's salary was also not low, which made the hyena very envious.
"Crack, click, click..." Like a chewing sound, the hyena suddenly turned sideways, and the safety of the laser pistol in its hand had been turned on!
It was a little girl, the hyena took a deep breath.
I don’t know when a little girl was sitting under a streetlight not far away. She was in ragged clothes and her hair was messy, but her face was rosy and she looked a bit cute and cute... These days, it is still very common to meet children begging or wandering.
But it's rare to see such a beautiful little girl.
The little girl was holding half of the leftover mooncakes from the Mid-Autumn Festival, and a bone that was half the size of her little face, like a pig's trotters, with very little fat. It must have been donated by the kind restaurant.
There was no trace of blood on her pale face, and her eyes were exceptionally bright under the light. She held the bones in her dirty little hands and tilted her head as if she wanted to eat the shreds of meat between the bones.
The little girl seemed to have been hungry for a long time. She was so intoxicated with the bones she was holding that she didn't even notice the hyena approaching.
It wasn't until the hyena's muscular body blocked the light that her whole body fell into shadow. The little girl hid the bone in her arms and then looked up at the hyena. There was no timidity of ordinary street children in her eyes, only doubts.
The hyena fell silent when he looked at the homeless girl who was as old as his daughter. Then he reached out and took out his wallet from his windbreaker. His fingers lingered on several large-denomination bills, but he turned around and took out all the change, fifty, twenty.
, a handful of pieces.
"Hide your money and don't take it all out when you go shopping. There should be convenience stores open at night, so go buy something to eat."
The hyena whispered as softly as possible. He handed a handful of change to the little girl, but the little girl didn't accept it as if she was confused.
If he wasn't on duty, he would definitely buy some food himself. Even if he didn't have the extra ability, he would make sure that the little girl had a full stomach tonight.
The little girl still didn't answer. The hyena thought for a moment, put the change in front of the little girl, and turned around to find a hidden observation post again.
"Uncle, do you want to treat me to something to eat?"
The little girl's voice came from behind, crisp and full of childishness. The hyena thought of his daughter again. She would always greet him at the door after get off work, opening her hands and saying "Daddy hugs."
Even if he was very tired, he would smile and pick up his daughter.
"Yes, you can buy bread in the convenience store, and there should be cooked food in the vegetable market..."
The hyena turned around, but was interrupted by the little girl before he could speak.
"Uncle, I don't like to eat cooked food."
"Oh, the store also has potato chip cakes and donuts."
The little girl frowned. When she frowned, her brow bone pushed up a big bump. Her face was also pushed up by this brow bone, as if it was pressed against her. When the little girl opened her mouth to speak, her originally cute and cute face was very scary: "Uncle.
, that one doesn’t taste good either.”
The hyena suddenly felt a cold light coming from his back, and put one hand into the uniform tactical trench coat of Deacon Hall to hold the Beretta pistol.
The little girl suddenly smiled, as delicate as a blooming flower bone. She raised the teeth-marked bones in her arms above her head with both hands.
"Uncle, I like to eat this!"
The hyena's eyes lit up with golden pupils, and the reflected light intersected with the lights like woven lines. The dazzling golden pupils were extremely dazzling under the dim light.