God's chessboard

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"God's Chessboard" Author: Tianheshui

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The follow-up story of "The Trial of the Elves": After Wang Chunyan's death, Wang Yao left Ivan's killer company and went to China to investigate the suspicious points in Wang Chunyan's case before his death.

Al also continued to pursue the clues left by Wang Chunyan. The two hadn't contacted each other for four years. They didn't know that they were in the midst of a big chess game...

Content label: modern overhead

Search keywords: Protagonist: Wang Yao, Alfred F. Jones┃Supporting role: All members of APH┃Others: APH fan, APH, Hetalia

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☆、Preface

God never punishes sinners with his own hands, he will use human hands.

Humans have committed no sin, they are merely the blade in the hand of God.

Human beings kill in the name of God, and are punished by God for bearing the guilt of killing, which seems to be an endless cycle.

The white light from the screen made the rest of the room appear darker, and the backs of the six figures in front of the screen were also set off as black silhouettes.

Photos one after another flashed across the screen, the ruins after the explosion, the broken bricks and stones with blood, and the charred cloth that was suspected to be fragments of clothes.Everything indicated that one person died in the explosion.

"'Elf' is determined to be dead." A female voice.

"Very well, this chaotic move has finally been eaten, and now everything is back on track." A male voice.

"But the actions of the man nicknamed 'Angel' deviated from our planned trajectory."

"It doesn't have much impact. His reappearance is already within our calculations. The only thing we lost control of is the policeman."

"Alfred F. Jones, he's the unbalanced stat."

"Our formula seems to be perfect, but there will always be some redundancy in the frequent calculation process, which is unavoidable."

"May I remind you that we have eliminated several 'redundancies', but Officer Jones is a pawn that cannot be easily moved."

"Of course there can't be a censorship of Officer Jones, that would touch the whole equation and inspire more uncertainty. But we can channel a few marginalized pawns and let them change the whole game."

"But now that 'Angel' has gone to China, he has become the biggest uncertainty factor, and we cannot judge exactly what actions he will take."

"No, from another point of view, his departure has created the best time for us. If he does not leave China within a few years, we will have plenty of time for the next balance plan."

"Hopefully as you say."

"You may rest assured, ma'am."

The screen went dark, and the whole room was plunged into darkness.

☆、Chapter 1

Pushing open the door, no surprise, it was pitch black.

Al took off his coat and threw it aside, stepped over the mess of something that had been left there on the floor, walked into the dining room, and turned on the light.

He took out the unopened fast food box from the refrigerator—I don’t know what food is inside—and put it in the microwave to heat it up. While the high-temperature machine was humming and spinning, Al threw his body heavily into the chair, took out Calling a familiar number on the mobile phone is so familiar that the action is still natural and smooth, but it is no longer pleasant.

The phone was connected, and a gentle and charming female voice came from the other end: "Hi, Al."

Al's expression softened a lot, but he couldn't feel any warmth in his heart: "Hi, Wanwan." After a pause, he said in a calm tone: "Happy birthday!"

"Thank you, Al." Wanwan's voice was as sweet and even affectionate as before, but a male voice from the receiver made Al clearly realize that this is no longer the Wanwan of a few years ago.

The male voice asked, "Wanwan, whose phone is it?"

Wanwan said perfunctorily to the man: "It's just an old classmate, you go greet the guests first, my dear." Although she deliberately covered the receiver, like most people, she didn't use the correct way to As for the voice, it still reached Al's ears, which had been trained to be extremely keen by the dangerous work.

Afterwards, Wanwan said to Al with apology: "I'm sorry, Al, all the guests have arrived, and Yongsu can't do it alone."

"It's okay." Al felt sad, but not for himself.

After saying goodbye, Wanwan hung up the phone.

Al held up the phone in front of him, and the lock screen was an oil painting: Michael sent Lucifer to hell.

4 years ago, Al and Wanwan divorced.

The divorce was filed by Wanwan, shortly after Al returned from Japan.

At that time, Wanwan’s life was the happiest and most impeccable in the eyes of her friends. At that time, she had already obtained her Ph.D., and her work as an editor at The New Yorker was flourishing. perfect woman.The most enviable thing is her husband who is as handsome as a comic book hero, and what is even more wonderful is that he is a real "hero". This is a fairy-tale marriage that every girl has ever dreamed of.

No one would have thought that the story of the princess and the knight would end one day.

That day was also Wanwan's birthday, and it was also their wedding anniversary, which Al shouldn't have forgotten.He called Wanwan and told her that he would go back very late tonight and told her not to wait for him. Wanwan agreed meekly, and Al hung up the phone and continued to look through the documents in his hand—all assassinations recorded by Wang Chunyan during her lifetime case.

What Al didn't know was that after he hung up the phone, Wanwan, who was dressed in costumes and delicate makeup, sat in the French restaurant where they had their first date, put down the phone, lay down on the table and cried.Until the waiter came to ask, Wanwan couldn't stop the tears, and the bitter tears rushed out black lines on her heavily made-up face, like a fence.

It was late at night when Al returned home, and Wanwan was sitting in the living room with the lights on, looking haggard.

Al didn't care: "Why haven't you slept yet? Didn't you say don't wait for me?"

Wanwan raised his head, with a mournful expression: "Al, have you really forgotten?"

Al suddenly remembered: He promised Wanwan last month to go to the French restaurant where they first dated with Wanwan on this birthday and wedding anniversary, and promised Wanwan to propose to her again as this Compensation for not being with her for a while.In just one month, Al put this matter behind him and devoted himself to researching Wang Chunyan's case.

Wanwan stood up, with tears in her eyes, and said softly, "Al, let's get a divorce."

In the two-plus years they've lived together, Wanwan has endured a horrific kidnapping, but even then she hasn't lost her trust in Al.

"I still love you, I have always loved you the most," Wanwan sobbed, "but I know, you never loved me."

Al was stunned for a moment, then relieved, Wanwan really found out, or she knew it all along, and it was only because of her blind love for him that she persisted until now.

"Okay," Al said.

The next day Wanwan moved out of the house they lived in together, and Al also left.During the divorce, Al wanted to leave the house and all the important furniture in it to Wanwan, but Wanwan refused. She rented a small apartment and did not tell Al the address of her new home.

But the address of a person is not a secret to Al. After he and Wanwan just divorced, he would quietly come to the block where Wanwan is located every day, and watch her walk in the building door until she lives on the fourth floor. The windows are lit to leave.This is not only caused by his professional habits, but more importantly, Wanwan's safety is really worth worrying about. Whether it is the wanted criminal he is chasing or Wang Yao's enemies, it is possible to attack this weak girl.During the days of stalking, Al watched as Wanwan quit her job at The New Yorker and she returned to Princeton to pursue her Ph.D.

In the third year after their divorce, Wanwan married Im Yongsu, who stayed at Princeton to teach.Before the wedding, Wanwan, who was wearing a white gauze, cried and called Al, and she told him that she was getting married again.Although Wanwan didn't say it, Al knew that the person Wanwan loved was still him.That was the first time he felt heartbroken for Wanwan, but before that he only had a deep apology.

Wanwan and Yongsu seldom contacted Al again after they got married. They only took the initiative to call each other on their birthdays. It can be heard that Wanwan's life is much happier now than before.

After finishing his memories, Al put down his phone, threw himself onto the bed, and stared blankly at the ceiling.Al once wanted to sell the house where he and Wanwan lived together, but he didn't implement it later, maybe because Wanwan invested the money Wang Yao gave in the decoration of this house, so Al always felt that There are traces of Wang Yao left here.

Everything is still clueless.

It has been 4 years, and Wang Yao has been away for 4 years. Four years ago, Wang Yao left the United States and returned to China. Al was not sure if the word "hui" could be used, but Wang Yao did say "go back".Al didn't know how Wang Yao persuaded the idiot Ivan Braginsky to let go of his most outstanding subordinate, but it could be seen that Ivan thought it was a good deal, even if he put Wang Yao aside for a few years It's worth it if you don't have to.When Wang Yao left, he said that he was going to find out about the girl who had the same appearance as Wan Wan. I don’t know if it was successful now, maybe he had given up looking for that "poor boy" a long time ago——Anyway, Wan Wan, who is a "prince", Bay is currently safe.Wang Yao left Al his phone number in China at that time, and Al was the only person who knew this number. Judging from Wang Yao's anti-investigation capabilities, even Ivan could not easily get his whereabouts.But Ivan will know sooner or later, maybe he already knows it now, and just let Wang Yao follow his own plan. Ivan's attitude towards Wang Yao has always been subtle. On the one hand, he doesn't ask too much about Wang Yao's actions. On the one hand, he kept monitoring this unruly killer at any time.

Oddly enough, Al dialed the number Wang Yao left behind.Unexpectedly, the phone was connected, and a strange ring music sounded over there.

The moment the connection was made, Wang Yao's voice sounded from the other side of the ocean, "Al, what's the matter?"

Al didn't expect to be able to contact Wang Yao, he couldn't think of what to say for a while: "Hi... Wang Yao, are you, uh, still in China?"

"Of course," Wang Yao said as a matter of course, "it's you, why haven't you made a phone call in four years?"

"I thought you changed your number." Al sighed, feeling a little lucky.

"I thought you lost my account." Wang Yao's tone was also somewhat rejoicing.

There was a moment of silence, and Al didn't know where to start.

But Wang Yao couldn't wait any longer: "Tell me about your discovery, what new clues have you got?"

"Not at all," Al blushed, "no valuable discovery."

"You called me at 5 o'clock in the morning, just to tell me that you got nothing in 4 years?" Wang Yao was on fire.

"I divorced Wanwan." Al said suddenly.

There was silence on the phone.

"But don't worry, I've been secretly protecting her, and I won't put her in danger." Al explained irritably.

After a long time, a sigh came from Wang Yao's side: "It should have been like this a long time ago, I thought you two were inappropriate back then."

"Now she is free, leaving my incompetent husband is the right choice." Al didn't feel uncomfortable, it seemed that he was relieved after Wang Yao expressed his attitude.

"How is Wanwan now?" Wang Yao was concerned about his sister.

Al pouted where Wang Yao couldn't see: "She married a Korean named Im Yong-soo, and he loved her like a fool, and she is very happy now."

"Ren Yongzhu?" Wang Yao was clearly displeased, "He's just a fool!"

"Let's not talk about this fool," Al didn't want to talk about any topics related to Ren Yongsu, "what progress have you made in these years?"

Wang Yao was silent for a while, and then a low voice came: "I have found out about Wanwan's background."

Al became more energetic: "Wan Wan?"

"That's right," Wang Yao said, "There aren't many clues about what happened to Wanwan, but it's simpler than what happened to Chunyan. Do you still remember the victim who looked exactly like Wanwan?"

Al recalled the case: a girl with the same appearance as Wan Wan was brutally gouged out of her eyes and killed, and the murderer was killed in the same way in the suburbs of Philadelphia not long after.He once suspected that Wang Yao was responsible for the murderer's death, but it was later confirmed that it was Wang Chunyan's handwriting.

"Of course I remember," Al said, "I have been collecting information related to Wang Chunyan for the past four years." He stood up and walked to the wall, searching among the photos, newspaper clippings and various scraps of paper on the wall, All the clues are connected with red strokes, so that a huge red net is formed on the entire wall.Al found the part of the murder in Philadelphia, and pointed to the photo of the girl who looked the same as Wanwan: "This girl had just arrived in the United States for 4 months. She was a prostitute, but she was never caught. So there is no record of her fingerprints."

"She is Wanwan's twin sister, Al." Wang Yao said.

"I've known this for a long time. I compared the DNA of the two," Al said, "but Wanwan doesn't remember that she has any other relatives besides her mother."

"That's because the two sisters have never met," Wang Yao said, "They were separated when they were born."

Wang Yaoyan succinctly described the life experiences of the Wanwan sisters: Wanwan and her sister were born in Fujian, China. They were twins born out of wedlock to their parents, both of whom were migrant workers.According to medical records, after the twin sisters were born, the elder sister was frail and was at one time thought to be unable to survive, while the younger sister was a healthy baby.Soon after the children were born, their parents broke up and broke up. The father took his younger sister to smuggle to Taiwan, and the mother took Wanwan to the United States more than two years later, where they lived in Chinatown. Wanwan lost his mother when he was 2 years old. .

"Wanwan's father first came to Taiwan to work for a living, and then he lived on the streets. When Wanwan's younger sister was only 12 years old, she forced her to have sex. The girl had supported her jerk father like this for almost 12 years before she came to the United States. , She didn’t go to the United States until her father passed away.” Wang Yao said.

"Then continued to engage in flesh and blood business, and was involved in a drug case and was killed by the murderer. Not long after, Wang Chunyan avenged her." Al continued, "It seems that this is just a simple case handled by Wang Chunyan, and it is not related to the interests. .”

"Maybe, but important clues will not be put on the bright side, you know this better than me." Wang Yao said.

"You're right, I'll add the story of the Wanwan sisters to my reasoning." Al clamped the phone between his shoulders and ears, and took out a blank note with both hands to write a few lines on the wall , and draw a line between this note and several other clues with a red pen.

Another awkward silence followed.

Wang Yao spoke first, but Al also spoke almost at the same time: "Al/Wang Yao, you..."

"You first," Al said.

Wang Yao hesitated a little: "How are you? How have you been all these years?"

Al tries to look like he doesn't care, but instead he becomes decadent: "Happy bachelor life back, you know that feeling best."

"I know, loneliness." Wang Yao didn't joke.

"I didn't mean that!" Al felt that he had expressed it incorrectly, "I feel back to freedom...Hey, Wang Yao, have you always felt lonely?" He remembered that since Wan Wan left Wang Yao, Wang Yao For several years, she has been following Wanwan like a ghost, and this behavior has run through the entire process of Wanwan and her love.

"It used to be, but it won't be after Chunyan appears." Wang Yao has long been relieved.

"She's been dead for four years," Al reminded.

"Companionship is not the only thing that can make people no longer lonely. She redeemed me." Wang Yao said, "But now you have the opportunity to experience loneliness." The second half of the sentence is a bit gloating.

"To hell with you!" Al yelled.

Wang Yao didn't care, and still said happily: "Divorced man, experience the pain of being abandoned! Let you taste the feeling of losing Wanwan back then!"

"I do feel abandoned, but not cowardly," Al said with a dangerous tinge in his voice. "You know what I mean."

"I'm going to work, goodbye." Wang Yao hung up the phone hastily.

The call was interrupted, Al was so angry that he threw the phone on the bed, just like 4 years ago, Wang Yao evaded his confession.

In China on the other side of the world, Wang Yao also threw his mobile phone on the bed, sat on the edge of the bed, clutching his forehead, at a loss, the melancholy wrapped around his body slowly in the thin morning air, getting tighter and tighter, making him suffocate.Al's attitude is still the same as four years ago. Wang Yao still remembers Al's sudden confession on the plane from Tokyo to San Francisco. At that time, Wang Yao was more angry than surprised. Al was still Wanwan's husband. Wang Yao was furious.But this time Wang Yao also woke up from his ignorance, he realized that their relationship is indeed different, once some things happen, it is impossible to return to the original.

Already there was the endless noise of cars in the street outside as early risers started their day.Wang Yao stood up vigorously to temporarily forget the troubles from the United States, and devoted himself to a new day of investigation.In this simple rental house in Xi'an, Wang Yao made the walls covered with various clue materials like Al's living room, removing or adding some every day.But until now there is no breakthrough discovery, and this is the reason why Wang Yao did not take the initiative to contact Al for 4 years.To make matters worse, so did Al's side.

In any case, the work must go on.Wang Yao put on his T-shirt, washed up briefly, and went out.

☆、Chapter 2

Walking into the exclusive elevator, Ivan pressed the fingerprint button, the elevator car descended slowly, and stopped smoothly at the floor where "-2" was displayed. With a "ding" sound, the door to the underground world slowly opened.

It is hard to imagine that the headquarters of this killer company with huge roots is at the bottom of this high-rise building in downtown San Francisco. It has half of the 8th floor except for the underground part. The above-ground part is an ordinary trading company mixed in the whole building Among the dozens of small companies in the company, it is inconspicuous, just like the small part of a desert plant exposed on the ground, it is only the tip of the iceberg of the entire company, and it is a good disguise.

But even so, Ivan's kingdom still looks much simpler than most people imagined. Ivan inherited the tradition of his father, General Winter, and there will be no redundant things or people in his work area. .

"Honda Chrysanthemum called back, and he said he doesn't want to deal with 'that person' anymore." Torres said while taking Ivan's coat and hanging it up.

Ivan's hand that was about to let go of the coat tightened again, pulled the coat back from Torres's hand and said, "I'm not afraid of the cold, only of the heat, but I still want to wear a coat in this damn hot weather, and I know why ?"

"Because you want to cover the body armor inside." Torres said naturally.

"No, I'm not afraid of people seeing the body armor. Every bastard in my team knows how to shoot in the head," Ivan said. You annoying villain!"

Torres said nothing, he wouldn't hit an angry polar bear hard.

"What else did Honda Ju say?" Ivan asked coldly.

"He said that the worst decision he ever made was to hire Wang Yao to solve two 'little problems', and he didn't want to be Wang Yao's nanny forever because of this incident." Torres said as it was.

"Helping him kill his competitors and making him the leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi is a trivial matter in his eyes?" Ivan dismissed, "That's all he said?"

"He also said," Torris paused, "he's not a nanny, your own people should take care of it yourself, he won't take care of it for you."

"Selfishness!" Ivan cursed in disgust.

Torres caught the coat thrown by Ivan and hung it up skillfully.

Ivan has no influence in Asia, and the only person who has cooperated with him is the leader of the Yamaguchi group, Honda Ju. During the succession struggle, Honda Ju once owed him a favor, and Honda asked Ivan to arrange for the assassination of his half-brother. His mother's elder brother, and the killer sent by Ivan was Wang Yao.Later, in the turmoil caused by Wang Chunyan, Honda Ju hired Wang Yao again, and personally named Wang Yao.But it is true that Honda Ju and Wang Yao did not get along so happily in the limited contact.

It seemed impossible to ask Honda Chrysanthemum for Wang Yao's affairs. Ivan sank into the armchair, frowned his pretty eyebrows, and froze a serious and unhappy expression like a statue of a thinker.

"I have to go to Japan." Ivan finally decided.

Torres was taken aback, and hurriedly persuaded: "You want to go to Japan in person? This is too rash!"

"I never do things rashly, Torres." Ivan pretended to taste the hot black tea that had just been brewed on the table. In fact, he didn't like tea at all, but he wanted to drink it every day in order to be arty. Yao didn't even know.

So Torres stopped dissuading him, and immediately helped Ivan book a ticket to Japan.

Long flights are always tiring, even in first class.But if a person is thinking about a complex problem that is difficult to sort out, this kind of monotonous environment with few impurities is the most suitable.Ivan looked out the window at the sea of ​​clouds while sipping something in his glass. Only beer was served on this flight. Fortunately, he bought vodka at a duty-free shop before boarding the plane.The sea was still outside the string window, and some white freezing spots appeared from time to time, proving that he was in the sky above the Arctic Ocean at the moment. The Korean family in front was a little noisy, and the rare noise in the first-class cabin made Ivan suspect that he was sitting in the economy class.Fortunately, the Korean fell asleep quickly from exhaustion, and several other passengers around him also leaned on their seats with their eyes closed, and the thin breathing sound that symbolized a deep sleep rose and fell in the first-class cabin.Now Ivan could think about his problem quietly. Facing the already dark string window, Ivan thoughtfully looked at his own face reflected in it, and began to recall a strange visitor who disturbed him.

It had been a month earlier, and on a rainy Tuesday afternoon, Ivan had received a visit from a stranger on the eighth floor of the building—the only legally compliant part of his business.

The person who came was an Asian woman, with capable and sexy short hair, and delicate makeup. The most attractive thing was her bust size, which was far beyond the level of ordinary Asian women. On this proud chest, the third button of the well-ironed white shirt was in jeopardy, as if it could break the seam and be ejected at any time.The woman's expression was cold and serious, with a natural arrogance and disdain.

A perfect disguiser, Ivan saw through a woman's disguise at a glance.

"Chinese?" Ivan asked casually.

"Hong Kong people." The woman corrected.

"It's all the same." Ivan didn't bother to think about the difference between the two, "Aren't you going to wipe off the makeup on your face? Or will you become a Vietnamese or a Filipino after removing the makeup?"

"Mr. Braginski has good eyesight!" The woman sneered, "Forgive me for not being able to show my true colors."

Maybe the boobs are fake too, Ivan secretly thought.

"Mr. Braginski, I only have 30 minutes, please believe everything I say next." The woman cut to the chase.

"Why should I believe it?" Ivan was interested.

"It's about you and everyone around you, as well as the killer who flew away," the woman said.

Wang Yao has not contacted Ivan for many years, and Ivan did not take the initiative to find his whereabouts. This time, he wanted Wang Yao to do as he wanted.

"Who are you?" Ivan said coldly.

"My name is Horisa. You don't need to know my real name. I'm an intelligence analyst for the CIA." The woman introduced herself.

"CIA? As a businessman, how can I help you?" Ivan said teasingly.

"I'm not here to talk to you on behalf of the CIA. I'm going to be wanted by the CIA soon," Herissa spoke quickly, "What I want to tell you is a huge conspiracy. You and the killer business you have been doing for many years are all A part of the conspiracy, you may not be so conspicuous but you have a prominent role, you are one of the key links in this conspiracy, and the mastermind behind it is—" She put her hand on her chest: "The United States of America."

Ivan looked into Herissa's eyes silently, making sure that she wasn't crazy, but he couldn't be sure if she was a liar: "What evidence is there, Miss Snowdon?"

Horissa took out a small business card case, opened it, and there were a few messy business cards on the top, with folded paper under the business cards, which didn't look thick.Horisa took out the paper and unfolded it. There were two resumes of the characters, which were obviously copies printed out after shooting.

Ivan recognized the first photo on the resume of the character at a glance. It was a glimpse of Wang Yao in action when he was 20 years old. Judging from the quality of the image, it should be a surveillance image from a camera on the side of the road.Ivan had just taken over the company at that time, and he still remembers his earliest cooperation with Wang Yao.

Ivan was more familiar with the second resume. On it was his own photo, a passport photo, and he was pretending to be a gentleman.

"This is the profile of the CIA. Please take a closer look at the analysis of the two of you." Horissa handed two resumes to Ivan.

Ivan took the resume. At first glance, these two pieces of paper were no different from ordinary files. Simple age, physical characteristics, main experience, etc. were not enough to separate a person from millions of people and send him to prison.But the bottom few lines were unusual, and Ivan scanned them several times:

Wang Yao:

Attribute: former promoter, now disruptor

Impact index: 6

Positive impact: 50%

Negative impact: 50%

Ivan Braginsky:

Attribute: Motivator

Impact index: 6

Positive impact: 75%

Negative impact: 25%

Ivan frowned: "What does this mean?"

"I don't know the specific details, but what can be inferred is that this is a huge monitoring network, all important chess pieces and people related to it are under monitoring. Wang Yao used to be as beneficial to them as you are. The pawns of the plan, the 'promoter', but after his sister Wang Wanwan was kidnapped, gradually tended to become a negative factor." Hu Ruisha said, "All people with a negative impact of 50% or more are classified as ' Interferers', more than 70% are classified as 'blockers', and those who hinder them the most are called 'positrons', such as Wang Chunyan who died 4 years ago."

"Positron?" Ivan played with the name, "Then other people are negatively charged 'electrons'?"

Horissa didn't answer, but said with a more emphatic tone: "All the 'positrons' have died abnormally, and the 'disruptors' who may be transformed into positrons are under strict surveillance. You should know the situation between yourself and Wang Yao, right?" ?”

"Wang Yao has become an enemy of the country, and I am the most closely related uncertain factor." Ivan said with a sneer.

"I have to go," Horissa stood up, "they have at most another 24 hours to hunt me down."

"Wait a minute," Ivan called to stop her, "If our opponent is this country, what chance do we have of winning?"

"That's your business, Mr. Braginski," Horisa said, "My current situation is no better than Snowden's. If you think my information is valuable, please give me some cash for travel expenses."

Ivan picked up the phone: "Torres, come in with twenty thousand dollars." He turned to Herissa and said, "I hope you don't think I'm stingy, ma'am, too much cash will get you into trouble."

"This is the best, thank you for your generosity." Herissa had no objection.

Later, Torres brought the cash in a small wallet, and Horisa took the money and left.

However, the CIA did not issue a wanted warrant, nor did it announce that the intelligence analyst had escaped. Torres had carefully reminded Ivan whether he had been fooled.But Ivan knew that this meant that the secrets held by Horisa were crucial, and this was probably the worst intelligence leak in the history of the United States.

After reminiscing, Ivan withdrew his gaze from the string window and leaned back on the not-so-comfortable seat. The lights in the cabin had already dimmed, leaving only two rows of dim emergency lights. Slightly harsh.

Leaving the seat, Ivan walked towards the front of the cabin along the dim aisle, pushed open the folding door and squeezed into the small but bright bathroom, took out the two resumes that Herissa gave him from the inside of his shirt, unfolded them, and looked at the photos on them for a long time .Ivan doesn't have any photos of Wang Yao. For safety reasons, he will not keep any photos of any killers in his mobile phone or personal computer. This is to protect them as well as himself.

On the thin paper, Wang Yao tilted his head halfway, looking to the left inadvertently, not knowing whether he was looking at someone or something that attracted his attention.Ivan will never know.

The garden of Honda Chrysanthemum has a typical Japanese garden style, elegant and chic, lush with vegetation.The green wake-up bamboo leans down and knocks on the stone bowl, making a crisp sound, and the clear water in the bamboo tube flows into the stone bowl, marking the passage of time.

The gadgets of the Japanese are beautiful and interesting, but they don't know what they mean.Ivan was a little curious and wanted to touch Xingzhu, but he still resisted the inappropriate urge.The two burly men like sumo wrestlers behind him watched his every move closely.

Walking along the winding corridors, the wooden floor was creaked by Ivan's feet in socks. The Japanese obviously did not consider the weight of Russian guests when designing buildings. Fortunately, the two sumo wrestlers did not follow Instead, two thin warriors followed Ivan.In his heart, Ivan expressed his disdain for the rule of taking off shoes when entering the door. What if the corridor is wet by the rain?What if people's foot odor breaks out in the hot summer?

Finally, I reached the relatively spacious main room, and Honda Chrysanthemum, who was wearing a daily kimono, was sitting in the main room and waiting.Kneeling on the tatami in front of him is his beautiful and supple wife Honda Sakura. She is slowly fiddling with a tea set, stirring the green tea soaked in matcha powder with a dish brush. This is the famous Japanese tea ceremony.For some reason, traditional Japanese women always choose flower arranging and tea ceremony as their hobbies, so that they can appear virtuous, docile and educated, which meets the requirements of Yamato Nadeko.Honda Sakura is good at both, whether it is tea ceremony or flower arrangement, she is a master.

A bowl of green foam was presented to her husband respectfully by Honda Sakura. Honda Ju took it and turned the cherry blossom pattern on the bowl to the outside, and drank it three times.From Ivan's point of view, it was Honda holding a huge bowl three times in the face.

Honda Ju doesn't like drinking tea, this is a secret that only he knows.But in order to show the background and tolerance that a Yamaguchi-gumi leader should have, he had to deal with tea and tea ceremony all day long, and pretended to be an expert in tea tasting.

Honda Sakura offered small refreshments and a small cup of tea, and bowed deeply. This action caused the knot on the back of her kimono to rise high, like a human-shaped gift box tied with a binding belt.

"Mr. Braginsky is here, and I'm sorry to welcome you," Honda Ju said slowly, "Today I just happen to be practicing the tea ceremony, why don't I prepare a bowl of coarse tea for Mr. Braginsky."

"No no, don't bother, thank you for your kindness." Ivan hastily declined, "Mr. Honda, I came to visit the house to discuss something important."

"I would like to hear the details." Honda Ju took a sip of tea.

"I'll just say it straight, I asked you for a small favor earlier, and now I'm still here for this matter," Ivan went straight to the point, "I ask you to introduce me to the Hong Kong Triad Society."

"Or for that angel?" Honda Ju asked indifferently.

"That's right." Ivan didn't deny it.

Honda Ju raised his eyes to signal his subordinates to leave, and his wife Honda Sakura also bowed and exited tactfully.Then, Honda Ju turned to Ivan: "Braginski