death sound

The first time Lin Shuang officially met Yan Jue was seven years ago. He was just 28 years old. After retiring from the Special Forces, he was assigned to work in the National Security Bureau and was in charge of a state-owned military enterprise.To put it bluntly, he is a military commercial spy who pays special attention to and monitors the secret movements of various military enterprises.

At that time, he had just taken over the company, and he was a low-level figure in the entire military industry circle. Although he was repeatedly promoted by the military because of "superior quality and stable output", he was just a rookie who had just debuted.At that time, Yan Jue was already a leader in the entire military industry. He not only controlled the assembly lines of several national key military projects, but also obtained permission to sell arms to foreign countries.That year, Lin Shuang was 28 years old and Yan Jue was 24 years old.

In the year when Lin Shuang moved his headquarters to City S, he visited Yan Jue for the first time. After being stopped by the guards, he had to park his car at the gate of Yan Jue's military base. This kind of resume document braved the sleet and walked for a full hour and a half, and came to the main building of this military-industrial empire.

"Hello, is this Mr. Lin Shuang?" The receptionist walked towards them, "I am." Lin Shuang couldn't help shivering when she saw the receptionist's extremely polite and coercive smile.It was just a small reception, and the hostility in his figure and steps made him look like a well-trained soldier.Even ordinary office workers have such a background, what kind of person is their boss, Yan Jue, the chairman of the Yan Group?

"Please come with me." The receptionist completely ignored Lin Shuang and his assistant's icy clothes, and took them to the elevator.

In the small space of the elevator, the air was so quiet and cold that it almost froze the water droplets on Lin Shuang's body again. 56, 57, 58...Lin Shuang has black lines all over her head.What is Yan Jue's hobby? Is this trying to fix the office to heaven?

65, the number stopped.The elevator door opened quietly, and three people stepped out of the freezing air in the elevator.

"Mr. Yan, Mr. Lin Shuang is here."

"Come in."

The receptionist opened the door, and the layout in the room was extremely simple, a desk, a sofa, a tea table, and a bookshelf.Yan Jue was sitting behind the desk, writing something with his head down.

Lin Shuang looked at Yan Jue's profile with his head bowed, and thought to himself, Yan Jue is known as an absolute myth in military industry circles, not only because of his achievements, but also because of his photo, which is more beautiful than a movie star. Face.Although the word "beautiful" is not suitable to describe a man, when you see Yan Jue, you will find that his eyebrows and eyes are definitely not the kind of tough and masculine handsome, but a kind of exquisite perfection with a book atmosphere.A head of long black hair was tied into a ponytail and hung down from the back of his head. He was obviously a man but he didn't feel out of place at all.This person's every breath, every minute, is so perfect, without the slightest blemish.

An inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if I have seen such a face somewhere.

"Mr. Lin Shuang?" With a cold woody voice, Lin Shuang was pulled back from contemplation, and Yan Jue had already stood in front of him at some point.This man is completely different from the leaders of other military industrial enterprises. His thin and tall figure does not match the word fierce at all. The neatly cut Dior black suit outlines the thin lines of an inverted triangle, which is obviously the result of training. There will be a Lianjiazi aura, not scary, but with a cold and piercing aura.

"Hi, I'm Yan Jue."

"Hello, hello, Mr. Yan Jue, I've heard of your name for a long time! It's been so long since I took over the company, I'm really rude."

"Mr. Lin, you are being polite. Although Mr. Lin entered the industry late, he is also older than me. You can just call me Xiaoyan."

"Where is it, Mr. Yan's name has long been a myth in the circle, please give me more advice from Mr. Yan."

"You're welcome." Yan Jue stretched out his hand to hold Lin Shuang's outstretched hand, feeling the other party's sudden force.

"Mr. Yan has practiced sniping?" Lin Shuang smiled nonchalantly.It is absolutely impossible to learn the military skill of sniping in domestic shooting clubs and the like.It seems that this Yan Jue has a strong background.

"I grew up with my father in France and studied in France before."

"Then President Yan still has a lot of practical experience with guns."

Lin Shuang took the metal box from the assistant's hand, and handed it to Yan Jue with both hands, "A small gift, please accept Yan Boss with a smile."

Yan Jue took it and opened the box, a handful of black guns shone with a cold luster in the metal box. The 1990 commemorative edition of the Mark VII has only two digits left in the world.

"Then thank you Mr. Lin." Yan Jue smiled politely, picked up the gun and twirled it in his hand.

Exactly the same action as that person.

"Mr. Yan, may I ask?" Lin Shuang felt beads of sweat running down her back, leaving a trail of coldness, "Have you ever been surnamed Zhong?"

"Seven years ago, did we see the military base in Siberia?"

The author has something to say: Zhu Junan, here Tian Chengci, CN Zhong Lan, let’s just count as a writer.Because I am still in the second year of high school, the update is slow, please forgive me, thank you for your support! ! !