Shan He Biao Li Chapter 3

h.e.l.lo everyone this is for the 2nd chapter of Shan He Biao Li (who is still my future project of mine but little by little I will post chapters of the novel because I really want to translate it)

Here the Chapter 2

Nothing happened, it was an empty gun.

From beginning to end, he didn't even look at his eyelids. He stood there straight, his eyes half-smooth, and his sleepwalking was indifferent.

The guest sneered: “No response, it's one bad review.”

After listening to this, I immediately turned my head back to the face and moved my cervical vertebrae back and forth. I announced in a chanting tone: “Oh, I am dead.”

The guest lifted his hat and revealed a hard face belonging to a middle-aged man. His gaze squinted on his body and his knife flew past his flesh. The color said: “I know it is very late. But you shouldn't be so unprepared.”

I couldn't help but just smiled. His mouth was a bit sharp. When he smiled, his eyes looked awkward. It was a bit bad. With a pair of rimless gla.s.ses, he was like a legendary coat of arms.

The collared beast slowly said: “Pharaoh, please lean back a little, look up at the shape of the moon, and then say ‘eggplant'?”

Lao w.a.n.g stunned. Immediately, he seemed to understand something. He took a small step back and sighed: “You are this person…”

I took out a plastic small beetle with a large fingernail from my pajama pocket. Like a toy phone chain hanging on a mobile phone, he turned the beetle's wings open. I saw that it was a cipher.

The door made a soft sound, and Pharaoh's ear moved involuntarily. He found that on both sides of the door, in the position where he was standing, the height of the throat, a very thin light flashed quickly. It's was Over.

This made his throat roll involuntarily – the gadget could cut his neck when he was not aware of it.

“Kurro.” The crowd who was rus.h.i.+ng to his cold sweat squeezed his eyes, and then turned around without any precautions, leaving the uninvited guest in the middle of the night a slender, but somewhat awkward back.

Pharaoh walked into the house, although his expression was very relaxed, but the muscles of his shoulders were tight. His eyes swept through the s.p.a.ce involuntarily, and finally found a feng shui treasure. He waited for himself to sit down – it was a Separately placed in the corner of the single small sofa, people sitting on the top side of the wall against the wall, just outside the window through the curtain gap.

Even this is the 18th floor.

There was a dim bedside lamp on the bed of the bed, which was the only light source in the whole house, but the two had no opinion on the lighting.

This normal hospitality has made Pharaoh a bit of a “he is normal” for the illusion, so he is somewhat gratified. He squinted at the cat's climbing frame at home and asked, “What's there?”

“Baidong and tap water.”

The s.h.i.+t's hospitality.

The old king coughed and screamed, and he showed his intentions: “I don't care. I didn't mean to come over to argue with you at this point. There is something to be done. You must tell you right away – the “little ghost” is not dead. It is said that he has entered the country. "

Taking advantage of the action of the kettle, for a long time, lowered his eyes, and used the att.i.tude of making tea too seriously and pour a gla.s.s of boiled water to his guests, and finished the shaking of the wrist, the water just happened and The cup of the gla.s.s is flush, not a drop, a lot.

“Come on, I am retired, I don't have to go to the reception?”

Lao w.a.n.g said “Retirement can be rehired, and the devil is coming. Is the ghost still far away?”

He Gently place the kettle on the cus.h.i.+on on the corner of the table.

Lao w.a.n.g heavily leaned back on the back of the sofa, touched the cigarette case, and pulled out a point: “Hey, where is the ash bomb?”

He took a huge fruit tray from the coffee table and handed it to him. He pushed a few small apples together and made a place: “This.”

“Enoughly enough.” Pharaoh spit out a ring of smoke, habitually playing the ash, although nothing has bounced off, “The devil is clearly pointing at you this time, the two ghosts you know, both It's a tortoise, I rarely come out, miss this opportunity, I don't know if I will wait until the next year, I don't want to see them both."

He walked out of the cigarette case in the pocket of Pharaoh and gave himself a cigarette. The two men were silently facing each other across a fruit plate, rather than talking.

Lao w.a.n.g mentioned that it was a notorious international criminal gang in the first few years. All countries have different names. The country generally calls it “two ghosts.”

These two ghosts are full of poison and everything is in business. This is actually not a problem. They mainly funded a few terrorist organizations in abundance, which is the group of terrorists who are ready to bomb the building and blow up the bus to bomb the subway.

For this pa.s.ser-by, wedding can't remove the roots, and it will inevitably poison the afterlife.

Three years ago, after a long period of preparation and planning, several countries in East Asia and Southeast Asia finally launched a “ghosting” operation. Both anti-terrorism and arresting work were carried out simultaneously and simultaneously. As the most important part of the whole operation, he spent five years in the “two ghosts”. He personally abolished the “little ghost” and smashed the “big ghost” nest.

That “Ghost” successfully made the notorious “two ghosts” disappear in the international arena, of course, there are also shortcomings in the United States – the little ghosts did not die in one breath, and the big ghost ran away.

When bin Laden did die that day, the Americans were uneasy in the day. Now that the big ghosts are now dead, everyone will be restless.

He silently pumped a whole cigarette to the cigarette b.u.t.t, and he stayed in the ash, and he slowly said: “Oh, well, then I will meet my old friends.”

He promised very happy, and Pharaoh was not surprised. The action of the ghosts was extremely fierce, and the sacrifices were countless. For three years, no one would think more like the two ghosts.

Lao w.a.n.g looked up and looked at his home again. He said that it was a house. In fact, it was just a house. What was the ghost of the bachelor who poured the ash into the fruit bowl, and the toe was also wanted.

The expression of Lao w.a.n.g's official business, his face softened: “How are you doing?”

“It's very good.” He smothered him with two words. The man stretched out the slender limbs like a lazy lion with the sun s.h.i.+ning. Over-headed, looking at the direction of the curtains, as if he could see the night of the city through the thick blackout cloth, but refused to look at the eyes of Pharaoh.

When Lao w.a.n.g saw his perfunctory, his heart sank slightly and said: “What requirements can be put forward in life, the organization will certainly satisfy you as much as possible.”

His face smirked on his face: “I may still lack a wife.”

Lao w.a.n.g glanced at him: “No one told you about the media, and wanted the wife to go out and find it. I went to the house all day, and I can see you marry the cat.”

“Hey my cat is a father-in-law.”

He didn't have no experience, and there was no way to communicate normally. Pharaoh like a big brother like to say: “w.a.n.g brother did not play with you, you are young, don't be always bored at home all day long. After the event is over, I will recommend you to change jobs, find a lighter job, how about sitting in the office? You are so deep and simple, mentally easy to be depressed.”

A pair of hippie smiles that do not enter the oil and salt.

Pharaoh said the words to him. He couldn't listen to him. He couldn't help him. He sighed and left him a gun and a few box bombs. He patted his shoulder: “You… …oh, take care.”

The guest was sent away, and the whistle was blown to close the door. Then he walked back to the bed, half-squatted down, and reached down the bed. He groped for a small switch, a soft sound, and the bed edged out a small one. A small cover, there is also a pa.s.sword plate.

I didn't put my head in it, it didn't work. There is no number on the pa.s.sword grid. The order of each b.u.t.ton is messy. I need to bring the date into a complicated formula. I know which key is and which number.

He has already lost the six-figure pa.s.sword, the bed is flas.h.i.+ng, the bed of 50 cm thick is slowly split, revealing a horizontal and vertical toolbox with a sling next to the box , three ribs, grayish white, no trace of light on the blade, silent and hoa.r.s.e.

If the pa.s.sword is wrong or attempts to violently damage the device, then the card will not be swallowed and the account will not be frozen. At most, the adult meat skewers are worn at the bedside.

After the box is opened, there are many layers, everything in it, all kinds of old paper bags, and ID cards.

It took a while for me to sort out the things inside. Finally, he took a photo from the bottom of the box.

The photo is a middle-aged man, holding a faceless little boy with a smudge on the back that can't see the original appearance.

But I remember that it was not a smudge. It was a child written in a pencil. The time was too long. It had already been spent, and what was written?

Uh… it seems to be “Dad and me.”

At that time, patriotism was still so young.

He took the photo and didn't know what was in his mind, sitting on the cold floor for a long time.

For a long time, the top of the closet was filled with a soft sound, like something hit the metal frame above, and then it came back, and he yelled at the side: “Da Mi?”

The only living thing in the house except him was the big microphone on the top of the closet and it did not answer, so he lowered his head, took out the army thorns, and then put all the other things into a torch.

He has a hunch that no matter whether he is dead or alive, he will not come back

Chapter 3