Mr. Wood is in the North Pole, I am in the South

The air in the cabin was stagnant for a moment, Yang Yue's harmless smile swept away like an ebbing tide, and he slowly straightened up.

If Xiao Ran were here at this moment, he would definitely be surprised by Yang Yue's other face, this young man with a baby face and eccentric personality condensed a chilly aura around him.

He Yan was stunned and keenly noticed that the muscles of Yang Yue's back, waist and limbs were tense, showing a state of ready attack.

Zhou Yancheng's eyes turned cold, and he quickly pulled He Yan behind him. The bodyguards in the cabin sensed that the atmosphere was not right, and immediately gathered around.

Just when the bodyguards put their hands on their waists and were about to draw their guns, there was a slight but clear "咻" sound in the air, and one of the bodyguards felt the back of his hand tremble violently as if being stabbed by a sharp thorn. , The gun in his hand flew away.

It was really a gap of [-]th of a second. Everyone didn't even have time to blink their eyelashes. They saw a silver thread so tiny that the naked eye could hardly distinguish it from entangled the gun, and the gun body was in mid-air. A cold, dark arc was drawn, and the next moment, the gun fell steadily into Yang Yue's palm.

Zhou Yancheng and He Yan's pupils shrank at the same time, and the two exchanged glances very quickly, and both saw the same shock and doubt as themselves in the other's pupils.

It's too fast, and the bodyguards on the plane are also one in a million masters, but Yang Yue's shot to grab the gun is only in the nick of time, it's not like human speed.

"Mr. Zhou," Yang Yue put his index finger on the trigger and turned it around, then slowly aimed the gun at Zhou Yancheng's eyebrows, slightly curling the corner of his mouth, "You are rash, has no one told you the identity of the killer?" Can't it be revealed?"

He Yan's eyebrows twitched violently, and he wanted to step forward as soon as he moved, but Zhou Yancheng firmly stopped him and protected him behind him. Zhou Yancheng's face remained unchanged, and even his tone was so silent:

"You admit that you are T.K."

"Mr. Zhou has piercing eyes, I admire you."

"It's easy to say," Zhou Yancheng said lightly, "I just heard from Song Xiaoran that you can squeeze a walnut with just two fingers. This kind of hand skill is beyond the reach of ordinary people. Besides, you are wearing a black peach heart T-shirt and you are 28 years old. , I just guessed it casually, but I didn’t expect to guess right.”

The corners of Yang Yue's eyes twitched, and the blood in his heart emptied. He had to say that his little gentleman really could afford the word "pig teammate".

"That's right, I'm T.K," Yang Yue grinned, and then he pushed the safety off with his thumb, and disassembled the gun with one hand in front of Zhou Yancheng and He Yan. All the jingling sounds fell into the palm of Yang Yue's other hand, "My little master is sleeping in it, he feels light, if these movements wake him up, I will have a hard time doing it, what do you think?"

Yang Yue's meaning was obvious, he didn't want to do anything, but if Xiao Ran was alarmed, the situation would be out of his control.

He Yan's heart, which was almost hanging in his throat, finally fell, and he said in a deep voice:

"If we want Xiao Ran to know, we won't wait for him to come in before asking you. The lounge is completely sealed and soundproofed, so Xiao Ran won't hear any sound."

He Yan signaled all the bodyguards to put down their guns.

The peach heart in the middle of Yang Yue's T-shirt is actually a big pocket. He poured all the scattered parts into the pocket, then pinned his thumb to the rear door, and said seriously:

"I recognize my identity. You can't just press the trumped-up charges. Although we are killers, we don't have a good name, but we also follow the rules. The first rule is not to avenge any relatives of those who died at our hands. If there is an opportunity, you must first attack the weeds and root them out, or hide as far away as possible, Mr. Zhou, you said that Mr. Xiao’s family died at my hands, which is an insult to my professionalism.”

Zhou Yancheng was taller than Yang Yue, his eyes swept a sharp arc from top to bottom, and finally he stared at the black heart on the front of Yang Yue's T-shirt:

"There is a spade-colored poker card left in the study of the He family. The bullet left in He Yun's brain is a special bullet for you. There is even a serial number on it. It is your 69th bullet. If you are here, don’t tell me that your dignified T·K was stolen and robbed of his gun, someone killed someone in your name, and finally the bounty was paid into your account!”

Yang Yue laughed with a "chi":

"Mr. Zhou, may I ask, are your sources of information reliable?"

Zhou Yancheng narrowed his eyes.

"You are a serious businessman, so it's normal for us to be ignorant of the business of killers. Although we famous killers have their own fixed methods of doing things, we are not so idiots that we have to leave a mark like Li Mochou every time we do a job." The bloody handprint is so eager to tell the world. There is a word called "enclosed self-cute", have you heard of it? We killers don't like to go out of the circle so much. We only need to bring a pinhole camera when we hand in the task. Spades? Specially made bullets?"

Yang Yue shook his head amusedly, "Why didn't I know that my bullets were specially made? You think this is writing a novel!"

Zhou Yancheng's unmoving expression was finally knocked open a crack.

He Yan also touched his nose in embarrassment.

How can ordinary people really know how these peak figures wandering in the underground industry act? Most of the vivid rumors circulating on the Internet are exaggerated and exaggerated. Zhou Yancheng used urban novels on the Internet to prove it Yang Yue was the murderer who killed He's father and son... Well, it's really... careless...

"Interlacing is like a mountain, you don't understand, I won't laugh at you, if I'm not wrong, about the He family's crime scene records, you got the information from MSS, right?"

Yang Yue paused, showing a malicious and mocking smile,

"But have you ever thought that the information recorded by the MSS must be true? Since your country suspects that I killed your former minister, why did you never want me? The public announcement in your country announced that the He family and his son are Suicide in fear of guilt, the insider information you got was that the murderer was me, but do you really know what is written in the declassified file? Do you really want to know?"

Zhou Yancheng's face was tense, and He Yan's back was instantly soaked in cold sweat. Obviously, they all realized the hidden meaning in Yang Yue's words.

"Yang Yue!" He Yan said in a cold voice before Zhou Yancheng spoke, "You are a killer, you should know that sometimes people die not because of how many damn things they have done, but because of talking too much."

"I agree with Mr. He's words very much," Yang Yue smiled, looked at He Yan meaningfully, and asked, "It seems that we can still reach a consensus on the point of 'silence is golden', right? ?”

He Yan's eyes turned slightly on the door panel behind Yang Yue. Although he didn't say a word, the tacit attitude couldn't be more obvious.

Yang Yue nodded, his expression seemed a little satisfied, then he leaned lazily against the door panel again, crossed his chest and closed his eyes, like a silent guardian sculpture.

……

At six o'clock in the morning, L City International Airport.

The Gulfstream G650 landed slowly on the runway. As soon as the hatch was opened, the boy threw himself into Mu Nancheng's arms like a suckling swallow thrown into the forest.

"Is it cold?"

Mu Nancheng took off his coat and put it on for Xiao Ran. The temperature in L city was very different from that of Nanjiang, especially in the early morning when it was only about ten degrees Celsius. Xiao Ran only wore a long-sleeved T-shirt, and he shivered as soon as he got off the plane.

Xiao Ran smiled and nodded, he put his arms into the sleeves of Mu Nancheng's clothes, shook them, and then arched his head into Mu Nancheng's arms.

Mu Nancheng pinched his cool little ears, his heart felt weak, but he said helplessly:

"There was never a time when I was obedient and obedient."

"It's not my fault. Sister Qian is sick, so I came to the meeting on her behalf."

"Are you just here for a meeting?" Mu Nancheng pressed his chin against the top of his hair and asked with a soft smile, "Did you miss me?"

"No way," Xiao Ran grabbed the third button of Mu Nancheng's shirt and twisted it, with a faint blush floating on his small ears, "You just left yesterday!"

Mu Nancheng couldn't stop laughing. The kid didn't know that, as long as he was guilty and shy, his voice would be a little erratic, and he would add some weird modal particles to cover it up.

Mu Nancheng rubbed Xiaotuanzi fondly for a long time, kissed Xiao Ran's forehead again and again, and then his eyes fell on Zhou Yancheng and He Yan who were walking down the gangway.

"Mr. Zhou and Mr. He," Mu Nancheng took the initiative to extend his hand, "Thank you both for bringing Xiao Ran here, and I will trouble you."

Zhou Yancheng shook back with a half-smile, but didn't speak.

"President Mu, you're welcome," He Yan said with a polite smile, "I've known Xiao Ran for many years, and I've always regarded him as my own brother, so there's nothing wrong with it."

"Have breakfast together?"

Everyone lives in the same hotel, even if they don't make an appointment, they almost have to meet every day for meetings and meals. Zhou Yancheng has never spoken, and he listens to everything. The two cars drove to the hotel one after the other.

"You said earlier that I was worrying unnecessarily," Zhou Yancheng stretched his arms on the back seat after getting in the car, and let He Yan rest on one of his arms, "I think little Xiao Ran has been eaten to death by the surname Mu! "

He Yan closed his eyes slightly, and responded softly:

"But having said that, Mu Nancheng seems to be sincere towards Xiao Ran..."

Zhou Yancheng looked sideways at He Yan:

"Do you believe T.K's words?"

"T.K has said so much, but in fact there is only one purpose," He Yandao, "whether it is explaining, provoking, or threatening, he is trying to prevent us from disclosing this matter to Xiao Ran, but that is not fear. I want to protect Xiao Ran."

Zhou Yancheng remained silent.

"What are you thinking about?"

"I'm thinking about Yang Yue's skill," Zhou Yancheng said thoughtfully, "Even if he is a world-class killer, his strength is too unusual..."

He Yan interface softly: "Gene optimization program. ①"

Zhou Yancheng's pupils trembled slightly.

"Speaking of it," He Yan pondered for a long while, "Many countries started the Gene optimization program back then, and Minister He's proposal was passed by a unanimous vote. What do you mean by Yang Yue..."

Zhou Yancheng suddenly came over and blocked He Yan's mouth. Some words were sensitive, even if they had such a close relationship, they could only tacitly say it, and could not express it in words.

For outsiders, the truth of the He family compound is destined to be a Rashomon, and it is unintentional to pursue it.

The two stuck together for a while, and He Yan continued to speak,

"Compared with the truth about the death of the He family father and son, I'm more curious about Mu Nancheng's identity? He actually asked T.K to be Xiao Ran's bodyguard, and T.K is still so devoted to him. A strong general has no weak soldiers. , a T·K is so powerful, his skills and brains are impeccable..."

"Isn't it obvious?" Zhou Yancheng folded his arms, hugged He Yan, let him lie on his lap, and pressed his temples with his fingers. He Yan couldn't sleep on the plane, and he was very tired at the moment, "Jin Yao I said that Mu Nancheng is PoorHunter, the leader of Hayden, GOM is the diamond of the Illuminati, Hayden is probably one of the spades, and Mu Nancheng has not only a diamond, but also a spade in his hand."

He Yan was originally enjoying Zhou Yancheng's massage with his eyes closed, but was slightly dumbfounded when he heard this:

"how do you know?"

"My guess."

"Can a member of the Illuminati still have two cards?"

"The capable live there, and the capable work harder."

He Yan suddenly revealed:

"That's right, that's why Jiang Dongxian and the others are all following Mu Nancheng's lead. Mu Nancheng has money and soldiers, and the Liberal Party of Country M is also under his control. Etowa must have a club card. I'm afraid AE There are also people from him in the congresses of the two countries, diamonds, spades, clubs... all have his hand stretched out—"

He Yan and Zhou Yancheng looked at each other for a while, and said at the same time:

"Now Xiao Ran has been selected as the King of Hearts!"

He Yan took a deep breath: "Mu Nancheng, does he want to change the sky?"

Zhou Yancheng shrugged.

He Yan pinched Yancheng's ear next week:

"I haven't asked you yet, why did you encourage Xiao Ran to accept the invitation from the Illuminati before on the plane? Didn't you always object to him being involved in other forces?" He Yan narrowed his eyes, a little displeased, "Aren't you Want to use him to break into the Illuminati?"

Zhou Yancheng said helplessly:

"Baby, you have to understand, I didn't push him to the Illuminati, the Illuminati chose him, and he chose to go on this boat from the very beginning, so why did I use him?"

"Don't say it so grandly, you are encouraging him to step on the boat, in case something happens..."

Zhou Yancheng reassured: "Others may turn over at any time when they step on the boat, but little Sharon has us, who's backstage is as awesome as him?"

He Yan punched him silently, Zhou Yancheng smiled and took He Yan's hand into his palm,

"Don't think so badly of me. I know you love him, so how could you hurt him on purpose? I think Xiao Xiaoran is like that, and I'm afraid he won't cut off with Mu Nancheng. Our Huaxia has infiltrated so many people, why can't we treat them in the same way as others?"

He Yan said quietly: "Aren't you afraid that Xiao Ran will be led crooked when he enters the dye vat?"

"Well," Zhou Yancheng said innocently, "Didn't you say that the child can't grow crooked? And look at the situation," Zhou Yancheng laughed inexplicably, "he actually broke the crooked neck tree surnamed Mu. That's right!"

"Huh?" He Yan sat up in surprise, "Have you changed your view of Mu Nancheng? Where did this change come from?"

Zhou Yancheng looked at He Yanse and licked the corner of his lower lip:

"I just think that a man who loves his wife and allows her to become his weakness can't be bad in his bones," he said with a low smile before kissing He Yan, "I'm just a ready-made example, huh?"

……

"What to eat?"

The hotel's breakfast is buffet style, a dining table can seat four people, Mu Nancheng took Xiao Ran to a place by the window for him to sit, and prepared to get him something to eat.

As soon as He Yan and Zhou Yancheng sat down opposite Xiao Ran, they heard the child say crisply:

"I want to eat grapes!"

"Huh?" Mu Nancheng raised his eyebrows, patted his head, and said with a smile, "After the fruit meal, what do you want for dinner now?"

"I just want to eat grapes," Xiao Ran insisted, his big eyes widened like two grapes, and his thumb and index finger formed a big circle, "I want to pick the big ones, the color is purple and green. Deep, the kind of grapes that are very sweet at first glance!"

He Yan and Zhou Yancheng: "..."

Mu Nancheng didn't know why, but grapes are grapes. In this season, there are all kinds of fruits in the hotel, so Mu Nancheng went straight to the fruit area first, picked a few grapes that were sweet at first glance, and filled them with other food. He came back with two full plates.

Zhou Yancheng and He Yan stayed up all night, and their appetites were not very good. They only took a few Chinese snacks and ate them casually with milk.

Mu Nancheng put the plate in the middle of the table, and Xiao Ran impatiently took a toothpick and stuffed grapes into his mouth.

Mu Nancheng frowned: "Eat some hot food first, it's not good to eat fruit on an empty stomach..."

Xiao Ran grabbed Mu Nancheng's arm, pushed his palm away, and then spit out the grape skin in Mu Nancheng's palm, then he inserted another grape, chewed it with his small mouth, and then spit the grape skin into Mu Nancheng's palm. Mu Nancheng's hand.

He Yan and Zhou Yancheng: "..."

Mu Nancheng: "..."

Mu Nancheng carefully observed Xiao Ran's expression, he wondered what he hadn't done all the way, why did the kid suddenly have such a big opinion on him?

Yang Yue at the next table held his chopsticks and tapped on the table, Mu Nancheng looked over, Yang Yue moved his mouth, and told Mu Nancheng all about Xiao Ran and Zhou He eating fruit together with his lips up.

Mu Nancheng realized instantly.

"Honey," Mu Nancheng sat down next to Xiao Ran. They were sitting on a long chair against the wall, so Mu Nancheng hugged Xiao Ran to his lap without any hindrance, and put one hand on his chin. Waiting for him to spit out the grape skins, he took a piece of cod with chopsticks in one hand. The cod was just baked and was still steaming. Mu Nancheng blew and blew, and tested the temperature with his lips before feeding it. Entering Xiao Ran's mouth, the voice was soft enough to make one's skin crawl, "Isn't cod fish more delicious with grapes?"

Xiao Ran looked around, it was not yet seven o'clock in the morning, they were almost the only ones in the cafeteria, Xiao Ran pursed his lips, a bit shy, but still nodded.

"Good boy," Mu Nancheng leaned over shamelessly, "Then feed me a grape too, okay?"

Xiao Ran put the grape Sai Munan into his mouth.

With a grape in his mouth, Mu Nancheng kissed Xiao Ran resoundingly on his mouth:

"Roasted cod kisses, so sweet!"

He Yan and Zhou Yancheng: "..."

Xiao Ran opened his palms, indicating that Mu Nancheng could spit the grape skins on his hand, but Mu Nancheng kissed Xiao Ran's hand with a "slap", and said tenderly:

"Our little baby's hands should be taken good care of, not for holding grape skins!"

Then "pa" and "pa" kissed twice.

He Yan and Zhou Yancheng really felt that they were going to go blind.

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Note ①: Gene evolution plan