God's chessboard

More than ten years ago, the border city of Hat Yai in Thailand.

Since leaving home a year ago, Wang Chunyan, 19, has been investigating the death of her adoptive father, John, during which time she has also investigated human-trafficking rings in Southeast Asia and southwestern China and carried out several assassinations, which she is guilty of punishing. The practice and prelude of the man.The father's case did not make much progress. The biggest problem that troubled Wang Chunyan was funds. She hardly had any source of income, and could only occasionally obtain weapons and money from the assassination target. In order to maintain her life, she had to work incognito.Wang Chunyan cut her hair very short, bought some cheap men's clothes that dock workers often wear, and dressed up as a thin boy. She rented a dilapidated place at the Hat Yai pier to live, helping the aquatic product store on the pier to carry goods to earn some money. living expenses.

One day, when Wang Chunyan got off work and returned to her residence, she found the door was ajar. She immediately held her breath vigilantly, took out the dagger that never left her body from her trouser leg, held it in her right hand, and slowly pushed the door open with her left hand.

No one was in the small hallway, but the sound of running water from the bathroom sounded like someone was taking a shower.Wang Chunyan stepped lightly, walked into the bedroom step by step, and found the gun she had hidden under the bed. Fortunately, the intruder did not find this thing.She loaded the bullet, sneaked up to the bathroom door, slammed it open and took aim.

In the steaming white mist is a gorgeous and sexy female body. The beauty who is taking a bath flicks her hair, and turns a very delicate and beautiful face.

"Hey! Didn't your mother teach you that you are not allowed to peek at the girl's house taking a bath? Handsome guy!" The woman in the middle of the road was a little annoyed, but she didn't intend to cover her body at all. She deliberately puffed out her chest to make her figure look more proud , full of temptation.

Wang Chunyan stared back unceremoniously, completely ignoring the plump feminine symbol under her nose: "Who are you? What do you want to do?"

The woman squeezed Wang Chunyan's shoulders and stepped out of the bathroom door, and her plump breasts rubbed firmly on Wang Chunyan's arm: "You really don't understand style, I can make other men feel like I don't even show my arms." Fascinated!"

When passing by, Wang Chunyan grabbed the woman's wrist and twisted it, and mercilessly pushed her face down on the dirty floor.

"Ah!!" the woman screamed, "Let go of me! You pervert!"

"Who sent you?" Wang Chunyan asked.

"It hurts! Get me up!" the woman screamed, "Get me up and I'll tell you!"

Wang Chunyan threw her on the bed: "Speak."

The girl of □□ put on a seductive and slutty pose: "Don't you really want to do something? I can give you a discount!"

Wang Chunyan pointed the gun at the woman's face: "Say it?"

Seeing Wang Chunyan's stern attitude, the woman felt bored. She adjusted her sitting posture, and although she was still naked, she was completely devoid of pornography: "I know what you do, you have killed several people, and now you are about to kill them." The next one." Before she finished speaking, a strong hand grabbed her neck and pushed her down on the bed again, so that she couldn't breathe, she could only open her mouth wide like a fish to breathe out.

Wang Chunyan's expression seemed to be eating people: "Who the hell are you?"

"No... off... I... things..." The woman squeezed out a few breaths with difficulty and pain.

Wang Chunyan's gun was already on her forehead: "Say."

"My name is...Xiaoyue...I'm here...to discuss business..." The woman was about to be strangled to death.

Wang Chunyan let go, took a step back, but still pointed the gun at her.

The woman took a deep breath, her expression felt as if she was about to die, and she slowly got up: "I am Vietnamese, the villain you killed half a year ago is the snakehead who tricked me, I have to thank you for killing him."

Wang Chunyan remained calm, the muzzle of the black hole did not move away at all, nor did she intend to admit that she was a benefactor.

Xiao Yue paused, then continued: "Someone has been paying attention to you—some important person, or several important persons, I don't know who it is, they know how many scumbags you killed this year, and they know, Xiao Yue slowed down meaningfully, "You are investigating the cause of your adoptive father's death." She stopped and observed Wang Chunyan's expression.

"Go on." Wang Chunyan ordered in a flat voice.

"You are like a chicken without a head if you go it alone, there is no way to get results," Xiaoyue said, "Now they can provide you with funds and help, as long as you are willing to become the killer they hire."

"I don't work for others." Wang Chunyan interrupted her, she refused to be a hired killer.

"No, they will respect your wishes," Xiaoyue said, "They will provide you with a menu and let you choose who you want to kill. You can just pick the bad guys, most of them are not good guys anyway, but No matter what you decide, you will be paid a penny."

"Is there such a good thing?" Wang Chunyan sneered suspiciously.

Xiao Yue raised his hands and stood up: "My task of sending the message has been completed, it is up to you to accept or not to accept it, can you let me put on my clothes now and leave your house?"

"Go out and wear it again!" Wang Chunyan threw Xiao Yue and her clothes out the door.

now.

Before Wang Yao woke up, Al and Wang Jialong confronted each other in the corridor of the hospital for a long time.

Al said cautiously: "Wang Jialong, you sent the killer in the coffee shop, right?"

Wang Jialong squinted at him: "I don't know what you're talking about, and I don't admit it."

"Thank you for your answer, I can now be sure," Al said, "It was you who wanted to kill me."

Wang Jialong did not deny it: "What about after confirmation? What can you do?"

"I want to know which side you are from." Alga said with emphasis.

Wang Jialong pondered for a moment, then said slowly: "I am not your enemy, at least not now."

"Then why do you want to kill me?" Al asked sharply.

"I have my reasons," Wang Jialong said, "I advised you not to come to Wang Yao, and there will be no danger if you separate, but it's meaningless now."

"What's your reason?" Al continued.

"This is not what you should know." Wang Jialong said.

Ivan suddenly came over and interrupted the conversation between the two: "Wang Jialong, how long are you going to hide it? Wang Yao is almost a corpse now. I asked you to protect him, but he almost died—twice!"

"If the FBI hadn't come to Southeast Asia, nothing would have happened to Wang Yao!" Wang Jialong retorted.

Al immediately shouted: "What does this have to do with me? Fankata said that Yao is my burden, and he has a personal grudge with Yao, and you want to kill me. What kind of tricks are you playing?"

Wang Jialong looked at this and then that. Al's hand was on his waist, probably with a gun. Ivan put his hands in front of him generously, but he still held that ridiculous water pipe in his hand.It could be seen that they did not intend to let him leave alive if they did not get an answer.

"Okay, I'll tell you," Wang Jialong said coldly, "but if your head falls, don't ask me for your life."

Both Al and Ivan put on an attitude of listening attentively.

Wang Jialong looked at Ivan first: "The CIA named He Ruisha has already told you part of this plan. This is a conspiracy far beyond your imagination. 'Their' influence covers the whole world, and every country has their believers— —For example, the Vankata you already know. Their organization was born during the Cold War. For more than half a century, they have participated in almost every major event. They have intervened in various ways to drive all the forces that can be used , such as you."

"Wait," Al interrupted, "you mean I'm one of the people they're using? How can they use the FBI without being detected?" Using a villain like Ivan Braginski is a good thing. Exactly, he added in his heart.

"Don't interrupt, let me finish." Wang Jialong said blankly, "There are many chess pieces used by them, and you are just a few of them. When the chess pieces play a beneficial role, they are called 'promoters', such as Braggins Mr. Ji; when the chess pieces are against them, they become 'interferers', such as Wang Yao; and the most dangerous is the positron that may threaten their plan, and the dead Wang Chunyan is one."

Ivan nodded: "Herissa has already told me about this."

Wang Jialong said: "Maybe she only told you this, I guess she doesn't have much time."

"Only half an hour." Ivan wondered why Wang Jialong knew about Horisa.

"Wang Chunyan is not the only positron. Before her, another positron, John Kirkland, was also eliminated." Wang Jialong added.

"Arthur's father?" Al was touched by the name, and something seemed to connect.

Wang Jialong then turned to Al: "This organization is based on 'psychohistory'. Human behavior can be compared to electrons. Individual actions cannot be predicted, but human group behavior has strong regularity, which can be grasped and adjusted. It is possible to change the direction of social development through some human intervention. All their actions are to adjust the world to their ideal state. Every war, every coup d'état, including some insignificant things, may be in their direction. It's God's plan."

"God planned..." Al whispered the words.

"Tell me something you are familiar with," Wang Jialong said, "Your friend Antonio Fernandez Carriedo's father was assassinated during the campaign."

Al nodded: "That was my first case, and the killer was Yao."

Wang Jialong said: "This is one of the 'adjustments' planned by God. Antonio's father is very likely to run for president in the future. The probability of his success is 87%, and a Latino president will lead to local wars in the world. The probability increased by 30%, so God’s plan was adjusted. Wang Yao was still the promoter of the plan at that time, and your intervention made the plan smoother.”

"Is the so-called 'God' a bunch of racists?" Al frowned.

"No, they only calculate the possibility," Wang Jialong said, "there was also the power change of the mafia a few years ago. After the cowardly Romano came to power, the development of the mafia was easier to predict and better controlled, so 'God' made Antonio's crash and angered Romano to usurp power."

"So Antonio was also killed by them!" Al cried.

Wang Jialong remained calm: "That time you and Wang Yao were also involved, and Wang Yao has become a disruptor of the plan, and you have been closely monitored since then."

"I'm a disruptor too?" Al asked.

"No, your identity is the most special," Wang Jialong said. "Your life and death are related to the success or failure of God's plan. Although you have been interfering with the implementation of their plan with Wang Yao, if you die, God's plan may fail." It's as high as 85%, so Fankata is obviously ordered to get rid of Wang Yao, and I want to kill you to make the plan fail."

"So you're still going to kill me now?" Al quietly touched the gun he had hidden just now.

"I haven't given up on this idea, but Wang Yao probably won't agree." Wang Jialong was slightly disappointed.

"Since when did you care about Wang Yao's thoughts?" Ivan asked sharply.

"You asked me to protect him," Wang Jialong still gave Ivan an expressionless face, "I protect him based on my understanding."

Ivan rolled his purple eyes, and said quietly, "Why do you know so much? It sounds like you are also involved in their plan."

Wang Jialong avoided his gaze: "That woman named Horisa, the leaker, is my ex-wife."

Ivan froze for a moment, then smiled and asked: "It seems that she is looking for you, have you hidden her in a safe place?"

"She hasn't come to me since she left you, and I can't find her," Wang Jialong said. "If she didn't die, she should be safe now."

Ivan thought for a while, and suddenly asked a somewhat obscene question meaningfully: "The last question: Are her big breasts real or fake?"

Wang Jialong was silent, his expression unchanged.Just when Ivan thought he would not answer, he said two words calmly: "Really."

Al saw that Wang Jialong would not reveal any more information, he said, "I'm going to see Yao."

"I'll go too," Ivan said.

In Wang Yao's ward, when Wang Yao woke up from sleep again and regained some strength, Al briefly relayed Wang Jialong's words to him.

Wang Yao frowned and pondered for a long time, then said worriedly: "If these are true, Wang Jialong may not give up the idea of ​​killing you, you must leave."

Al didn't expect that Wang Yao cared most about this matter, but he was glad that Wang Yao cared about his safety. "If I leave, I might fall into the hands of God's plan," Al said. "I don't know where in the world it's safe."

"At least they will keep you alive," Wang Yao leaned back on the pillow and looked out the window. "We have been fighting against forces we cannot resist. We are the enemies of the world."

"No, Yao, we are just the enemies of God's plan," Al comforted, "They are a group of criminals who claim to be God, no one has the right to decide the future of the world, no one has the right to decide the life and death of others in the name of God, they It was the murderer who killed Wang Chunyan, the murderer who killed Antonio, and they want to kill you, I will never allow it!"

Al's eyes shone like the only starlight in the dark night as he said these sonorous oaths.Wang Yao raised his limp hand to caress Al's cheek.

"Yao..." Al looked hesitantly at Wang Yao's suddenly softened face.

The next second, Wang Yao raised his head and kissed Al's slightly parted lips.Al was stunned for a moment, and soon took the initiative to deepen the kiss, carefully encircling Wang Yao's body with his hands to prevent him from opening his wound.When they separated, Wang Yao's arm was on Al's neck. The weakness caused by the injury made his arm no longer as strong and powerful as before, but he still stubbornly circled Al's neck, and his body fell back on the slanted On the hospital bed, he said in a seductive voice, "Come."

Al was a little surprised: "But your injury..."

"Come on," Wang Yao was dissatisfied with Al's rejection, "I want it."

Al subconsciously covered the bandage on Wang Yao's chest: "Your wound will open."

"I'm not afraid, you won't make me suffer if you make me bleed," Wang Yao said with a smile, narrowing his eyes, "I never cared about bleeding for you."

Al didn't say anything more, he supported his body with his arms, covering Wang Yao's top, and leaned down carefully to kiss Wang Yao's lips again.

The door of the ward was pushed open with a bang, and a disgusted and annoyed voice ruined the romance in the room: "I hope you guys haven't done anything offensive!"

Al jumped up from the bed as if he had been shocked by electricity: "Damn you! Ivan Braginsky, what are you doing?"

Wang Yao was also very unhappy: "Ivan, you did it on purpose!"

Ivan said bluntly: "Of course I did it on purpose. If you have recovered enough to do shameful things with the FBI, then come and meet our guests—say hello to Mr. Honda Ju!"

The small man who came in at the sound was none other than Honda Kiku, the leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi, except that he didn't wear a kimono today, but a rigid suit.

"Honda Chrysanthemum?!" Wang Yao and Al exclaimed at the same time.

"It's right here," Honda Ju said calmly, "Long time no see, Agent Jones, and this low-level killer."

"What are you doing here?" Wang Yao asked angrily, "You still want to use me as a roasted wing?"

Honda Ju stepped forward calmly and corrected Wang Yao: "It was Agent Jones' idea to make roasted wings, so don't frame me casually."

Al was eager to bring the conversation back on track: "Mr. Honda, why are you here?"

Honda Ju's attitude towards Al is much more polite: "Although it's embarrassing to say, I have nowhere to go now. The various factions of the Yamaguchi group are already at war. I hired Wang Yao to assassinate my half-brother. Stabbed to the elders, they were discussing to impeach me, my brother's remnants kidnapped my wife, and I almost escaped with my life."

"Hmph! Letting a woman suffer for you is really like what a Japanese samurai can do!" Wang Yao sneered.

"Don't laugh at fifty steps, you couldn't save your woman back then!" Honda Ju retorted.

Wang Yao shut up.

An idea flashed in Al's mind: "Could this be another 'adjustment' of God's plan?"

Ivan shrugged: "It's hard to say, maybe it's just internal fighting. The reputation of the Yamaguchi-gumi is not very good."

Unexpectedly, Honda Ju said: "I think it is a conspiracy planned by God."

Everyone looked at him together, and Honda Ju said slowly: "Don't be so surprised, do you think I know nothing? I will investigate after I kill my half-brother and drive away his Indian follower Fankata. However, that bastard is the backbone of God's plan, code-named 'Mentor', and I have been receiving various death threats over the years, most of which are assassinations from God's plan."

"So you already knew?" Al stared at Honda Ju, "You know everything?"

"I don't know clearly," Honda Ju said, "I always thought that my brother was a member of a cult, until I talked with Mr. Wang Jialong and Mr. Braginsky just now, and now I am also one of you One of them."

"How can you tell him?" Wang Yao looked at Ivan in disbelief.

"I owe Mr. Honda," Ivan finally stopped pretending to be ignorant, "I asked Mr. Honda to introduce you to Wang Jialong in order to protect you. Otherwise, why do you think Wang Jialong would agree?"

Wang Yao covered his forehead: "Don't let Honda kill me before the matter is over, and I will try not to kill him as much as possible."

"I'll try my best." Ivan gloated.

tbc

☆、Chapter 19