Chapter 62 (1/2)
After Yin hanruo slammed the door and left, Liu Yanbo got up and went to the bedside and took out a new pack of cigarettes from the bedside table.
The Great China of 45 is more beautiful than the big front door with five yuan and five yuan.
Liu Yanbo breathed a mouthful of happiness and puffed a thick flue: ”it seems that I have poked the hornet's nest, and I don't know how many people will find it after dawn. Is this the trouble of living in the sun? ”
A cigarette was smoked by Liu Yanbo twice, leaving only one cigarette end. He laughed and muttered, ”it's very good.”
I don't know if he is saying that this kind of life is very good, or is he saying that the smoke is very good?
Maybe all of them!
Put out the cigarette end, Liu Yanbo fell asleep. In his confusion, he seemed to have a dream.
Dream is no longer a sea of corpses and blood, is no longer boundless darkness.
It's sunshine!
He stood in the sun laughing, surrounded by fragrant camellia, there are flying butterflies, there are insects singing birds Not the most beautiful scene in the world, but also full of vitality.
It's just -
in the dark, where the sun can't reach, there are countless pairs of cold and vicious eyes staring at him. They wait for the opportunity to pull him back to the bottomless abyss of darkness
This is not too beautiful a dream, but it is Liu Yanbo's best dream since he was 13 years old.
Used to nightmares, he is a little unaccustomed to this sudden good dream. He didn't sleep well, but there was always a faint smile in his mouth.
As for the eyes peeping in the dark, he never cared about them, either in dreams or in reality.
When the moon was setting and the stars were setting, Liu Yanbo finally fell asleep. The darkness came like a tide and submerged him in it
At the same time, somewhere in Southeast Asia.
It's a building between the mountains.
The wall is mottled, and there are many cracks of different sizes on the wall. There are weeds all over the wall. There is only a narrow winding path extending to the gate of the building.
In this seemingly abandoned building, there are a group of people who have made the whole Southeast Asian countries smell pale.
These people have a common name -
undercurrent!
Most of the time, they are scattered in the dark corners of the world, engaged in assassinations, arms or drug transactions, and even participate in wars in troubled countries
It's only when the organization has a particularly troublesome event that they gather in this inconspicuous building.
When you leave, you will inevitably go to a certain country or region in the world to set off a bloody storm.
There are three floors on the ground.
There is no separate room on the ground floor, only a hall the size of a football field.
At this time, no less than 50 people have gathered here.
In the center of the hall, there is a stone platform about two meters above the ground. There are five chairs on it. Three people in black in broad robes are sitting. In the dim light, their faces look particularly grim, just like evil spirits from the abyss of hell.
On the stone platform, sitting in the middle of the stone is a middle-aged man who looks more than 40 years old. He glances at the two empty chairs on his left and says slowly, ”when will the ghost and his wife come back?”
His voice was rich and sonorous, but in this cold and humid basement, it seemed a little out of place and very harsh.
”Report leader...” In the crowd under the platform, a man with black glasses stepped forward, his voice was very soft. ”Ghost two adults are in the Middle East to carry out a super assassination mission, temporarily unable to contact.”
”Then wait for them.” The middle-aged man, who was called the leader, waved and then asked, ”are all the other regional leaders here?”
”Here it is.” The glasses man replied respectfully.
The leader said, ”let's start! Black side, you can tell us about the current situation