God's chessboard

At night, the singing in the "Old Captain" bar was hoarse.

Xiao Qin lay listlessly on the bar counter and watched Wang Yao mix drinks: "Brother Yao, are you really on good terms with that foreigner?"

"As I said, his name is Al," Wang Yao corrected, "Don't always call him 'foreigner' or 'foreigner'."

Xiao Qin pursed his lips: "This guy named Al doesn't look like a good person, Brother Yao, don't be fooled by him!"

Wang Yao smiled helplessly: "Xiao Qin, don't casually say that a person is good or bad, do you think Brother Yao looks like a good person?"

"Brother Yao is of course a good person!" Xiao Qin said without hesitation, "He is the best person I have ever met!"

"You are still too young," Wang Yao smiled wryly and shook his head, "Brother Yao has never been a good person."

"I don't believe it! Anyway, I believe in my own judgment!" Xiao Qin said firmly.

The two were talking, and Al walked into the bar.

"Hi, Al!" Wang Yao greeted with a smile.

Al came straight over, embraced Wang Yao across the bar, and kissed him lightly on the lips: "Hi, Yao."

"Evil~ I'm going to vomit!" Xiao Qin shouted.

Gently pushing Al away, Wang Yao smiled and said to Xiao Qin: "Xiao Qin, don't make such a fuss, you will meet the person you love the most one day, and you will be just as tired."

"At least my vision will be better than yours, Brother Yao." Xiao Qin pouted dissatisfied.

At this time, the hysterical singer on the stage finally finished singing, and all the guests breathed a sigh of relief, and began to relax and drink and chat.

"Xiao Qin, it's your turn." Wang Yao reminded.

"Okay," Xiao Qin picked up his guitar, and looked at Al worriedly, "Hey, you, don't kiss Brother Yao again!" After saying that, he trotted onto the stage.

"What did he say?" Al was confused.

"Children's angry words." Wang Yao shook his head, and pushed a glass of freshly mixed wine in front of Al, "Here, I invite you."

Al made an exaggerated expression of surprise: "Hey, dear, it seems that I satisfied you last night!"

"I hope you will satisfy me more tonight." Wang Yao's eyes were wicked.

"Of course!" Al picked up the glass and drank it down, "Your craftsmanship is good."

"Thanks for boasting, I'm just an amateur." Wang Yao recalled what the couple said to him yesterday.

At this time, Xiao Qin's guitar shaft plucked the strings three or two times, playing a beautiful melody, accompanied by the guitar, he began to sing, and the melodious singing attracted the attention of almost all the guests.

Al glanced around, then leaned closer and said in a low voice, "I saw a newspaper clipping on your clue wall, and I think I've found something new."

Wang Yao immediately changed a serious face, and asked in a low voice, "Which one?"

Al took out a folded piece of paper from his pocket and unfolded it on the bar counter. It was a part of an old newspaper with traditional Chinese densely covered on it.

"This is a Hong Kong newspaper 7 years ago, about the Southeast Asian gangsters," Wang Yao saw the contents above, "A human trafficking business was disrupted, and two gangsters died, both belonged to the Indian Fankata. Subordinate." Judging from the victim's method of death, it was obviously Chunyan's handwriting.

"Vankata? That Indian boss?" Al has heard of Fankata, but he has not checked the files related to this person so far. His focus has always been on investigating the remnants of the Burmese Lord Army. Thayer refused to speak. He couldn't get important clues.

"He is the largest human trafficker in Southeast Asia, and his 'cargo' is young and beautiful women, poor girls who are bought or kidnapped from third world countries, and sometimes girls who are traveling alone," Wang Yao said. "He is a person who disgusts even Ivan, so Ivan has not been involved in the underworld in Southeast Asia."

Al raised his eyebrows: "His superficial business is very decent. In this regard, he is very similar to Ivan."

"Ivan will peel your skin after hearing this." Wang Yao smiled, "What new discovery have you made?"

Al pushed his color-changing glasses, and said in a perceptive tone: "I used to think that most of Wang Chunyan's actions were chosen by her, some of them were paid tasks, but at least half of them were purely 'Punish rape and eradicate evil'. I have checked many archives of her case, and I can basically analyze her motives and thinking habits."

Over the years, Wang Chunyan's archives were the ones that Al read the most.Every time I opened the cover of the file, a photo fixed on the first page with a paper clip came into view. In the photo, Wang Chunyan looked at Al who was looking through her file expressionlessly.The look in her eyes always disturbed Al, like the uncontrollable flow of hatred from the eyes of a person full of hatred.

Female killers usually have inherent deficiencies in strength, and Wang Chunyan is no exception.Therefore, in addition to relying on uninterrupted training to make herself stronger, she also uses skills to make up for her disadvantages.Wang Chunyan is a master of weapons, but she is not limited to the type of weapons, and all available items in her hands will become sharp weapons for killing people.Unlike Wang Yao, who is good at weapons, Wang Chunyan has no preference for any weapon. She will choose the killing tool according to the location and the nature of the task. She can use guns, knives, drugs, and ropes with ease.Sometimes she even chooses a stick. In order to prevent the victim's blood from splashing on her clothes, she will be naked and carry out the task with a stick in her hand. Even if the target she kills is a 200-pound strong man, she will be killed immediately. , helpless.The people killed by Wang Chunyan over the years are varied. The only thing they have in common is that they are all considered "guilty" by her. Other than that, there is no obvious pattern.

"Because Wang Chunyan is always both a judge and an executioner, the first thing I thought of when I saw this newspaper clipping was that this was another 'trial'." Al said, "but then I found that this time was a little different. "

Wang Yao read the report carefully: "Different? You mean... Chunyan didn't choose this?"

"That's right," Al said.

Wang Yao was very puzzled: "But... this is not like a paid task, just compare her income records..."

Al interrupted him: "This is actually a planned operation. Wang Chunyan is not the only killer involved. Thayer was also assigned the task."

"That Burmese man? Didn't he say nothing?" Wang Yao was surprised.

Al pointed to the blurry photo on the report: "Look carefully at this person, half of his face is blocked by the big guy in front."

Wang Yao carefully looked at the face in that corner. Due to the low resolution of the newspaper, he could only see the general appearance: this person showed a quarter of his face, but he did look familiar.After carefully identifying it for a while, Wang Yao said in surprise: "Could it be... I didn't see it before!"

"It's Thayer, unless he has a twin brother." Al said with certainty that years of experience gave him a very high ability to recognize faces, and he also relied on this skill when he tracked down Wang Yao.

Wang Yao seriously recalled Thayer's swollen face back then. It was night, and his emotions were out of control again, so he couldn't remember Thayer's appearance.

"It's not accidental that Thayer appeared at the scene of the incident. The two killers appeared at the same time. It is possible that they accepted different commissions, but there is another possibility." Employed by the same client, and the real purpose of this mission is to make the two collide—Wang Chunyan's official pursuit of Thayer began at that time."

"Someone deliberately asked Chunyan to do this!" Wang Yao vaguely felt that Al's guess might be correct.

Al went on to say something even more shocking: "I even think that although Wang Chunyan's actions seem to be autonomous, she is probably unconsciously driven by someone she can't see, and is walking towards death along the established route of the people behind the scenes."

Wang Yao pondered: "But... this is too dramatic."

"Take away everything that is impossible, and whatever is left, no matter how unimaginable, must be the truth." Arhua used Holmes' famous saying.

"If your theory is established, maybe there will be a direction for this matter." Wang Yao's voice has turned from surprise to confidence.

"What are your plans?" Al asked Wang Yao.

Wang Yao thought for a while and said, "Since the turning point came in Hong Kong, we should start there. There should be something left over from the case seven years ago."

"Okay, then we'll start in Hong Kong," Al said.

"It's not us, it's me." Wang Yao pointed out clearly.

"What? You want to go by yourself?" Al frowned and raised his voice.

"If you intervene, it will be too conspicuous. If there is really an invisible hand behind Chunyan, then it must have its eyes on you." Wang Yao said.

"Even so, I have already spent two days and two nights with you, and you will be targeted as well. What difference does it make if I go to Hong Kong or not?" Al argued.

"Al, this is something I can do but you can't, you'd better recognize this!" Wang Yao emphasized.

"Are you going to tell me what I can and can't do?" Al was also angry.

"As far as this matter is concerned, yes." Wang Yao couldn't bear to refute.

"Don't you think you're going too far? I found a clue, and you used me!" Al accused.

When the tension between the two became more and more tense, Xiao Qin, who had finished singing, intervened between them: "Brother Yao, why are you arguing? Do you want me to kick him out?"

"No need, but you have to tell the boss for me: I quit." Wang Yao jumped out from behind the bar as he said.

"You want to resign?" Xiao Qin's eyes widened, "Why so suddenly?"

Wang Yao didn't explain too much: "I have other work to do, so I will trouble you, Xiao Qin." After saying that, he walked out of the bar door.

"But..." Xiao Qin stared blankly at Wang Yao's back as he disappeared outside the gate.

Al stepped up to catch up.

Once again, on the brightly lit street, Al grabbed Wang Yao: "Yao, what's going on with you? Why are you getting angry for no reason?"

"I didn't lose my temper, it was you who couldn't control my emotions." Wang Yao pointed out coldly.

"But you're obviously angry, there's no reason!" Al couldn't figure out why Wang Yao's attitude changed so much.

"Although we have a very close relationship, it doesn't mean we have to cooperate every time." Wang Yao walked quickly while talking.

"We have cooperated many times and have always cooperated tacitly. How do you explain this?" Al caught up with Wang Yao's footsteps.

"It's different this time." Wang Yao only said this.

Al understood, he stopped in front of Wang Yao, pressed Wang Yao's shoulder: "Yao, are you worried about me?"

Wang Yao said in a low voice: "Al, I can tell the priorities." But his voice was not so confident.

Al gently raised Wang Yao's face: "Yao, you don't need to worry about me, we are not only lovers, but also good partners."

Wang Yao smiled helplessly: "Your cleverness is always used in inappropriate places."

They spent a passionate night that day. After the jerky first time, the degree of fit between the two became extremely high. They really merged into one body. The two hearts seemed to break through the barrier of the skin and stick together tightly. There is no longer any gap.

During the fierce collision, Al lost control, and the unwillingness in his heart turned into anger, which was strongly vented on Wang Yao.Wang Yao couldn't help making a painful sound, but it only aggravated Al's tyrannical desire.Al sieges the city and conquers the land without hesitation. He feels that Wang Yao is pushing him away, so he impatiently waved away Wang Yao's hand blocking him, and continued to plunder wildly.Wang Yao's furrowed brows and painful groin signaled his discomfort, Al saw it, but turned a blind eye.

Until Wang Yao's scream brought Al's mind back: "Al! Don't use me as a sandbag!!"

Al wakes up with a start, realizing he's done something shameful.

"Yes... I'm sorry!" Al propped up his body in a panic.

"Ah... don't move!" Wang Yao exclaimed, "You're still inside..."

Al noticed that Wang Yao's reddened eyes were slightly stained with tears, and he knew that he had done too much: "I didn't mean to..."

Wang Yao raised his arms around Al's neck and pulled him towards him until their chests were pressed together: "Al, I'm here."

Al hugged Wang Yao tightly like an aggrieved child, and buried his face on Wang Yao's shoulder. He felt that Wang Yao would disappear at any time, just like every time they missed each other over the years.Even now that he is in his body, there is no feeling of grasping each other at all, they are like two threads crossed by accident, crossed many times, but they can never be tied into a knot.

Wang Yao suddenly turned over and pressed on Al: "Don't think about anything, let's continue."

"Okay." Al smiled and supported Wang Yao's waist.

Wang Yao bent his flexible body, put his lips on Al's ear and said, "I like your blond hair!"

Al was tickled by his ears, grabbed Wang Yao's waist suddenly, and sat up straight: "And I like you wrapping me up, just like this." After saying that, he pushed Wang Yao backwards and covered him again.

The two tossed so fiercely that they accidentally fell off the bed and fell firmly together.Al lay on the bottom, screaming in pain, Wang Yao couldn't help worrying about "little Al" for a second, but soon found that it was still very energetic.They just continued on the ground, making annoying noises uncontrollably. As for what the neighbors downstairs thought, that was not something they had to consider.

In the early morning, Al woke up on time on the messy bed. The quilt was well covered on him, obviously not by himself. He remembered that when the two of them hugged each other exhaustedly and collapsed on the bed last night, they obviously had nothing to cover.He fumbled around, it was empty, is Wang Yao in the kitchen or the living room?But the room was eerily quiet, with no sign of anyone else present.Al woke up instantly. He jumped out of bed, opened the bedroom door and ran out.

In the small living room, the cold porridge and cakes were placed on the dining table, and a note was pressed under the glass of milk.Al pulled out the note, and the words on it made his hands tremble:

Al:

Sorry, I still made my own decision.The enemy we are going to face this time is very dangerous. I am not sure what exactly we have encountered, but I know that "it" is beyond our imagination. I don't expect to be able to escape completely. I just hope that you will not be in any danger again.

Wang Yao

"Selfish bastard!" Al thumped the table so hard that the porridge spilled out.

Wang Yao should have already left this city. Although he knew that his destination was Hong Kong, it was not easy to find a person with strong anti-reconnaissance capabilities in a big city with a population of several million.

Al slumped into the chair, covering his forehead with his hands.

tbc

☆、Chapter 8