Evil Awe-Inspiring

When I came out of Yaye, my face was calm. I walked out of the office, first lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and then slowly walked down the stairs.

As I turned the corner, I extinguished the cigarette.

At this time, I saw Tiger standing and smiling at me.

The weather today was good. The two of us stood under the eaves and looked at each other with smiles.

"Let's get ready, we'll have a visa tomorrow morning, I've got the visa, here I am." Tiger smiled peacefully.

"Well." I nodded and told him, "This time Siro will go with us too."

"Oh." There was nothing unexpected about Tiger. "That's it ... No problem. I was going to take someone else. Since the eighth Lord decided to let you take Siro, I'll go through the formalities."

Tiger came over, patted my shoulder, and laughed: "This task will not be difficult, but it will not be easy. You should prepare for tonight ... Don't bring too many things, what you need, here you are It's all there. "

"understand."

Suddenly, Tiger smiled. He stepped back, looked at my face, and sighed heartily, "Little Five, how long have you been here?"

"It's almost six months."

"Well, it's almost half a year." Taige put his hands behind his back. "Seeing you half a year ago, you are still a very impulsive young man. Now, finally, he looks calm."

I nodded, then looked into his eyes, and said positively, "You taught me a lot."

Tiger cracked his mouth and smiled.

The sun was shining on us, and it meant something warm. The two of us smiled at each other, then shook hands. Tiger's tone was like a brother: "Relax. This time it must be a success, I will take care of you! "

Then we turned around and left, and the moment I turned around, the smile on my face suddenly disappeared ... replaced by a haze!

I didn't stop, hurriedly walked through the garage and walked to the back room.

Immediately after I entered the door, I closed the door backhand and leaned against the door.

"What's wrong with you?" I looked up and saw Jojo standing in front of me, as if she had just taken a bath and changed her clothes. I wore a zippered coat and tied my hair with a handkerchief. It was refreshing.

"I'm going out tomorrow," I groaned and told her, "go work."

There was a glimmer of gloom in Jojo's eyes. But then she smiled: "Going to work hard again?"

"No, there won't be too many dangers this time ... it shouldn't." I dodged Jojo's eyes, then walked inside and pulled out a suitcase from the bed. Opening the closet again, flipping out a few clothes, stuffing them one by one.

Suddenly, my movement stopped.

There was a Tang suit in my hand, black and somewhat old, but the pulp was washed cleanly!

This dress was given to me by Tiger. I remember when he gave me this dress, he patted my shoulder and smiled ...

I hesitated. Stuck this piece of Chinese costume into a suitcase.

"Where is it going?" Jojo asked behind him.

"Go back to China first ... and maybe go to Vietnam." I didn't conceal Jojo because I absolutely trust Jojo. Jojo is also very smart. I told her things, and she would not tell others.

"Return to China?" Qiao Qiao seemed to understand the reason for my ugly face: "You ... return to China?"

I smiled a bit, but smiled a bit bitterly: "Well, just turning around in China will leave immediately, not staying in China for a long time."

That night, Qiao Qiao did not joke with me as usual, and the game of "teasing" each other also seemed to be suspended.

At night, I lay on the ground ... In fact, I have taken a thick mattress to sleep on the ground these days. After all, it's one thing for everyone to joke, but I really have the same bed with Qiao Qiao, and I still have some mental disorders.

I lay on the ground, holding my hands behind my head, and staring at the ceiling in a daze.

The mattress underneath was very soft and did not feel hard or cold at all. But tonight I just can't sleep, watching the ceiling carefully ...

In the darkness, I heard Jojo's breathing was even ... well, maybe she fell asleep.

I sighed, then sat up, carefully lifted the quilt and stood up, walked to the closet, opened the bottom drawer, pulled the whole drawer out, then set it aside, and finally from the mezzanine inside the drawer Here, pull out something.

This is something wrapped in newspaper. I opened it layer by layer, and inside it was a gun.

A Bai Langning pistol with two magazines next to it. I held it in my hand, and the cold gun handle touched my hand, it felt very hard ... I sighed, then took the gun and wiped it carefully with the closed silk scarf.

I twisted a particle bomb and squeezed it in my hand. Then he suddenly raised his gun, aimed at the doorway, and again at the window.

I made a few aiming moves, took a deep breath, and lowered my gun.

"what are you doing?"

In the darkness, Jojo's voice suddenly came. When I looked up, I saw Jojo supporting herself and looking at me.

"Nothing." I replied lightly, put away the pistol, put it in the mezzanine again and put it away.

I walked back to the mattress and sat down, feeling a little irritable. I couldn't help but touch the cigarette from my clothes pocket. After touching it for a long time, I found that the cigarette case was empty.

"Can't you sleep?" Jojo's voice was very light, and she sighed quietly: "Little five, are you worried about returning to China?"

"Um." I nodded, and in the dark, I smiled slowly, "Going back to the country ... I never thought I could go back so soon."

Then we fell into silence again.

Finally, I don't know how long it took, Jojo's voice was uploaded from the bed: "Little five, come here."

"Ok?"

"Come here." Jojo's voice was calm.

In the darkness, I slowly stood up and walked to the bed. Jojo moved gently inside to make room. I lay down, and then felt Jojo's hand gently hugging me.

She is very soft. There is a sweet smell in my nose ...

I hugged her backhand ...

It was a weird hug. In this hug of ours, there doesn't seem to be anything about eroticism. I just feel that at this moment, my heart is soothed by warmth ...

Jojo's voice sighed in my ear, and her voice was soft: "Well, let's sleep ... everything will be fine."

I closed my eyes, opened my arms, and hugged Jojo tightly ... my fingers stroked gently on her back shoulder blades, the place was very thin.

For the first time, I suddenly realized in my heart: Jojo is a woman.

A very gentle, very feminine ... woman.

at last. There was peace in my heart, and then I went to sleep ...

When leaving in the morning, Jojo didn't get up. I know, she probably didn't sleep all night, because I felt that her hand was patted lightly on my body, just like my mother coaxed me to sleep when I was young ... This woman who looks like an alternative flutter, Soothed her with a rare touch of tenderness.

Just as I put on my clothes and picked up my suitcase to go out, Qiao Qiao lay on the bed and said slowly:

"Come back alive."

...

Siro was nervous, and I could see that.

His expression was serious ... even a little too serious. As I walked by, he felt his body stretched straight.

I smiled and patted his cheek gently: "Handsome guy, relax! We are not going to fight. You should be a tourist."

Siro smiled at me, and I could feel that his smile was barely squeezed out.

I understand that this is the first time he has gone out to do business ... and it is also the first time that he has done things for Yaye.

It's like the first time I've gotten a vote, and at this moment his mood, I can appreciate some of it.

Tiger was wearing a suit, sunglasses, and a suitcase in his hand. In appearance, he really missed the boss of the three of us. Judging from his status, he is indeed the leader of our trip.

A brother drove us to the airport and waved goodbye to us. Before leaving, he looked at me and faced me with a respectful look and tone: "Little brother, good news waiting for your brothers to come back ! "

Brother Wu ...

I laughed, and laughed a little bit complicated.

I heard this title again, and I felt a little bit emotional.

Just like when I was in China at that time, although I was young, my brothers around me would respectfully call me "Little Brother Wu".

The word "brother" ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ has been measured by more than just age. What's more is a complex standard of strength, plus status ... and many other factors. I know that my previous series of actions, from the time I worked for the organization, to the time when I publicly took the challenge from Sand Tiger, and killed him on the ring, all these actions earned me respect among my brothers.

Even Siro, although he was two or three years older than me, he even looked like my brother in every way.

Maybe, it's too much for me.

The plane took off. I sat in my seat, chewing gum, and beside me was Siro, who had gradually escaped from his nervousness, but was a little excited and excited. He was smiling at the beautiful stewardess coming and going. And I closed my eyes, and there was still a voice in my head.

This voice is Yaha!

In my mind, I repeatedly echoed the last sentence that Yaye said to me:

"Go out this time and you will help me kill someone ..."