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"Aren't you leaving?" Jin Dao turned off the game and raised his eyes from the phone.

"Don't go." Lan Jing said, he nodded at Jin Dao, and was about to turn around and go downstairs with the kraft paper bag in hand.

Jin Dao was entrusted by Cong Lang, so how dare he let him leave like this, he hurried forward to stop him, and asked inexplicably, "Why don't you leave? Do you know how many people are looking for you outside now? Shu Mingcheng wants Your life, even if you hide in a mouse hole, he can dig it out for you."

No one knew the situation in front of him better than Lan Jing. He pursed his lips, glanced at Jin Dao with his bloodshot eyes, and finally didn't explain anything, just said, "Go, I don't want to trouble you."

After speaking, he lowered his hat and went downstairs without looking back.

Facing a formidable enemy like Shu Mingcheng, Jin Dao really wanted to put oil on his feet and walked away, but Naihe had already received a long string of 3's as a commission from Young Master Cong 0, and the life and death of that man was still unknown. Money cannot be returned.

In addition to ability, credit is the most important thing in the assassin's business. Jindao didn't want to smash his own brand at all, so he could only sigh with his forehead, and then followed.

The two walked together, the target was too conspicuous, Jin Dao lagged a little behind, quietly followed behind Lan Jing, and when the other party returned to the hotel and was about to enter the room, he put his foot against the door.

Lan Jing seemed to be distracted, but he didn't react until then, and threw his fist back violently.

Jin Dao quickly stopped his elbow and shouted, "It's me!"

Lan Jing withdrew his arm and frowned, "Didn't I let you go?"

Jin Dao squeezed in through the crack of the door, looked around the environment in the hotel room, then turned his head to look at Lan Jing who followed behind him, "In your state, if it was another killer just now, I would have taken yours a long time ago." dead."

Lan Jing didn't refute, and lowered his head to change his shoes, and then the two of them stared blankly.

After a while, Jin Dao raised his hand in a gesture of surrender, turned around and hooked his toes over a chair to sit down, and said enthusiastically, "I have a question to interview you."

Lan Jing looked at him.

Jin Dao said rather curiously, "Assassinated Young Master Cong, how do you feel now?"

Lan Jing lowered his eyes, his expression under the brim of his hat was a little unclear, only those slightly chapped lips were tightly pressed, and after Jin Dao's words came out, the line of his jaw was obviously tighter than before.

After a long silence, Lan Jing's throat slid, and just when Jin Dao thought he was going to say something, the other party turned around and went straight to the bathroom.

"Tsk," Jin Dao took the mints on the table and threw one into his mouth, then stretched, and suddenly there was a light knock on the door, "Hello, room service."

Lan Jing came out of the bathroom and looked at each other with Jin Dao who had stood up.

Jin Dao made a silent gesture for me to take a look, then touched the gun stock on the back of his waist, walked to the door and looked through the peephole, and there was a middle-aged woman in hotel cleaning clothes standing outside.

People who often walk a tightrope between life and death have a keen sense of danger, almost instinctively. When Jin Dao saw the woman's slightly nervous expression, he knew that something was wrong. He waved to Lan Jing, motioning him to leave quickly.

The two quickly exchanged glances, Lan Jing nodded, and quickly turned sideways from the hotel balcony.

There was another soft knock on the door, and Jin Dao shouted, took out his mobile phone to enter the unfinished rhythm master, and opened the door.

What was reflected in the eyes of the cleaner outside the door was obviously an Internet addicted teenager who was addicted to games. The five big men bumped into one side.

"Fuck!" The man staggered, then stared at the uninvited guest who broke into the room in shock, then looked down at the phone, and immediately became angry, "What the hell are you doing? Fuck, I almost broke Record!"

The person who broke in ignored him and immediately ran around to search.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Jin Dao, who was standing by the door, stretched his neck and looked out cursingly. Seeing that there was no one in the corridor, he quickly grabbed the cart from the cleaner's hand, pushed it into the room, and then ran away, "Bye bye, Everyone."

And Lan Jing on this side quickly dropped from the high-rise building with a steel cable, and quickly flashed into the opposite commercial street under the suspicious eyes of several passers-by.

Jin Dao got rid of the pursuers and called him out of breath.

"where?"

Lan Jing reported the name of the place, and Jin Dao hurried over.

"I don't know why you stay here? I think you should have thought of the consequences when you attacked Cong Shao," Jin Dao said quickly as he walked side by side with Lan Jing, "City without us Believe me, in two days, all the killers from all over the world will gather here."

Lan Jing didn't say a word, he wandered around in an urban village that hadn't been demolished, and then entered a small hotel that looked very unprofessional at first sight.

After declining the special service, the two went upstairs.

The hotel room was as dilapidated as its exterior, the air exuded an indescribable musty smell, the golden knife fanned under his nose, and he sat down on the side of the bed peacefully when he came.

"What is your plan?" He asked Lan Jing.

Lan Jing ignored him, knocked out the Glock magazine, checked the bullets inside, Jin Dao looked at his expression and asked tentatively, "You don't want to leave, do you?"

Only then did Lan Jing look up at him.

Jin Dao suddenly hissed with a toothache, feeling that the future was dark, and he probably would risk his life for the entrustment of Young Master Cong.

He didn't believe that Lan Jing couldn't see the form in front of him clearly, but why did this person stay here so persistently?

Or is it that Cong Lang and Shu Mingcheng are not dead, and this guy wants to shoot them in the head again?

Jin Dao's little heart couldn't help trembling when stimulated by this thought, he really wanted to lift Lan Jing upside down and control the water in his mind, it's all at this juncture, isn't life-saving the most important thing?

Just as he was thinking wildly, Lan Jing's cell phone rang. He looked at the caller ID and picked it up.

Jin Dao pricked up his ears and heard the person on the other end of the phone seem to be saying who was out of danger.

He wanted to get closer to listen again, but Lan Jing had already thanked him softly, and then hung up the phone.

It is already twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and the weather outside these days is not good, it is always gloomy, and occasionally there will be some rain.

Lan Jing extinguished the cigarette held between his fingertips in the ashtray, inserted the gun stock with a click, and then stood up.

"Where are you going?" Jin Dao followed him and stood up.

Lan Jing's lips moved, and after a few seconds of silence, he uttered two words, "Hospital."

Hearing what he said, Jin Dao's blood pressure almost soared to [-], thinking that this person is really going to seek death.

He stared at Lan Jing's back, and silently calculated how likely it was that he would knock him out and fight back out of City C, or if he quit now, Young Master Cong woke up and wanted to skin him, so he could escape How many possibilities are there.

Then the upset result made him wipe his face silently.

In the next second, a certain number one killer had no choice but to keep up with his protection target amidst the extreme regret of accepting this order.