Inheritance

The sound of the bar is playing the most popular heavy metal music nowadays, mixed with the alcohol exuded from the cup, hitting a kind of almost crazy pleasure, thoroughly analyzing every nerve in the human body.

A young man in his 20s was wearing a leather jacket, sitting at the front of the bar with a glass of wine, boredly looking at all kinds of brightly dressed men and women, stimulated by drugs, his limbs entangled and dangling on the dance floor .

He let out a disdainful "hum" from his nasal cavity, and drank the orange liquid in the cup in one gulp.

"Yo, brother Ting, do you want another drink?" Ah Huai knocked on the bar and asked with a smile.

The corners of Chen Ting's mouth twitched, the brows raised slightly, and he couldn't tell how unruly he said, "No more."

Ah Huai observed his words, "Brother Ting looks at him today, he doesn't seem very happy."

"It's nothing." He turned the cup in his hand, "I have some goods to go recently, Brother Ten hold on tightly." He knocked on the table, "You and Amon have watched these dozen or so occasions, come out a little Negligence, I can’t explain it to Brother Ten.”

"Yes Yes Yes."

"Okay, I'll go first." As soon as he knocked on the table, he raised his legs to pass through the hot crowd, and exited the bar through the back door, finally away from the heat of the house. He felt much more comfortable physically and mentally.

He leaned against the wall of the back street with his eyes closed and raised his head, remembering that when he was a rebellious sixteen or seventeen-year-old, he especially liked to skip class with those cronies and go to these places. It was recorded several times there and almost dismissed.

Thinking of this, he slapped his brain suddenly to stop himself from recalling.He took out a cigarette and a lighter from his pocket, and lit a Marlboro cigarette. The smell made his throat choke and he coughed a few more times.

In fact, he doesn't like smoking very much, at first he just thought it was fun, then...

He played with the incense box casually, and walked towards the intersection, planning to stop a car and go back to his place first.

"Brother, do you want to buy flowers?" A little girl was wearing a loli dress, with two curly pigtails, and was holding a small bamboo basket with only a few roses left in it.

He smiled, pinched out the cigarette, and stroked the little girl's head, "How old are you?"

"Seven years old." The little girl still held up the rose in her hand and asked with wide eyes, "Big brother, let's buy a flower."

He stood up straight, took out a few big bills and handed them to the little girl, "I want all your flowers, so go back and find your mother."

"Okay." The little girl showed a very sweet smile, took the money and bounced away.

He pinched the rose in his hand, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it lightly. The fragrance dispelled the restlessness just now, and when he raised his eyes, he changed into the usual rebellious, little ruffian appearance. He called a car and gave the address.

It's been a month.

He contacted the online many times but got no return, and this Sunday Brother Ten will start to make a big order again.He casually turned the half-open rose in his hand, thinking about what to do next if he kept losing contact like this.

"Sir, here we are."

"it is good."

After paying the money, he took the rose and entered the old residential area. At least it was a building from the last period, and it was the kind of almost extinct tube building.The corridor has been in disrepair for a long time and the dim street lamps flicker, reflecting the cracked bricks, which is very permeating.The iron fence was opened and there was a "cracking" sound, which made the surrounding neighbors noisy. A few grumpy people came out and shouted, "It's so late, let no one sleep, fuck."

He bit the bullet and pulled the iron fence shut with a clatter, and inserted roses into a half-drunk bottle of mineral water as he entered the house.

The house has not been ventilated for many years, and there is always a musty smell that cannot be removed. He frowned and couldn't help spraying half a bottle of air freshener. When he stepped into the bathroom, he realized that the water heater was broken, so he had to take a quick cold shower , wrapped in a towel and crawled into bed.

In the middle of the night, he was woken up by a text message. It was the old antique mobile phone that was only used to contact the line and had not responded for a month.He was so excited that a carp jumped up from the bed, almost moved to tears.

A string of complicated garbled characters was displayed on the text message. He glanced at it twice, and quickly understood the meaning in groups in his mind. He glanced at the clock, and it was 03:30 in the morning.

He hurriedly got up in the dark, put on a hooded black shirt casually, threw his hat on, carefully climbed out the window, jumped from the second floor to the water tank on the first floor, jumped again, and landed firmly on the side of the trash can on the first floor.

The light-bodied man could only hear the faint sound of the evening wind brushing against the fabric, so he hurriedly stopped the car and gave his address.He got out of the car halfway through the half-hour journey, checked the vicinity to make sure there was no one following him, and then slipped into the woods, took a trail and ran to the side of a road.Rubbing his hands in the wilderness and waiting for a while, a jeep drove head-on. The headlights made him block it with his hand. He squinted at the license plate to make sure there was no mistake. He jumped into the car and entered the car through the roof window.

He took a deep breath and pulled off his hat.

"Crack." It was all too familiar, the sound of a bullet being loaded.

He was shocked all over, but he still forced himself to remain calm. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the man in the driver's seat who was driving with one hand and the other holding a gun to his head.

He slowly raised his hands to show that he did not have any force, and his mind was running rapidly, thinking of the plan that the teacher said in the hundred crisis coping strategies.

"Are you the inner ghost?" The cool voice passed over, he was taken aback when he heard it, and felt very familiar.

"I do not understand what you're saying."

"Your boss, Xu Meng, is dead. We found your file from his computer files. You were selected as an undercover job when you were still a student at the police academy. Now you have been by Mr. Wang's side for a year and are very trusted. "The man drove the car to a cliff near the sea, and with his wrist, the muzzle of the gun hit his temple, "I didn't expect Mr. Wang to trust you so much, and you betrayed him."

Chen Ting put on a ruffian face, "I don't understand what you said."

After speaking, his eyes turned cold, and he quickly turned his head to avoid the shooting point, opened the man's gripping hand, and held the blade hidden in the sleeve with the other hand, and directly attacked the man's neck artery.

The man reacted extremely sensitively. He leaned back and easily avoided the blade. He locked his right wrist and twisted it into a huge arc. The other hand hit his left hand extremely hard, causing half of his body to hurt. Numb.

A "bang" shot hit his head, which was pressed against the glass window.

Eh……

Empty gun.

The man moved his gun and commented, "I didn't expect that the one sent by the top to be an undercover agent is a brat like you."

He didn't like to hear what he said, and couldn't help rubbing his left wrist to blow his hair, "I didn't expect that the upline sent by the new connector would be such a teasing officer."

"Introduce yourself." The man retracted the gun and said, "Time is too tight, I haven't read your information yet."

"Report number Fn15237, name Chen Ting, born on November 1985, 11, has been an undercover agent for one year since 21."

"Chen Ting." The man nodded, "Coincidentally, my surname is also Chen, Chen Jin."

Chen Jin...

I finally understand why this person's voice is so familiar, his father Zhang Xiangyu's most proud student alive, a man of the police academy, he has called it since he was a child...

Brother.