Confrontation in the abyss

"Marin, prepare your luggage and go to Sri Lanka with me this weekend." Zhou Zhao said to Marin who was sorting out the documents with a focused expression.

Ma Lin raised his head with a surprised expression, and then showed a big smile, "Yes, Mr. Yang!"

Sri Lanka is rich in gemstones, and Yang has a subsidiary there.Zhou Cho's willingness to take Marin to Sri Lanka is an affirmation of him.

"Marin, this month's salary can be paid in advance to you, so you can relax. But you also have to accompany me to choose the rough gems for this season." Zhou Choo said half-jokingly.

"Of course!" Marin looked forward.

On Saturday morning, Zhou Chou waited for Marin at the international airport, and Marin didn't show up until the boarding time was almost past.Zhou Choo made countless calls to him, all of which were forwarded to voicemail.Just as the boarding gate was closing, Marin finally called.

"What's the matter with you?" Zhou Zhao asked without waiting for Ma Lin to speak.

"Mr. Yang, I'm Richard."

"Richard?" Zhou Tiao frowned, "Why did you answer Marin's call?"

"Because he is drinking tea with Don Lorenzo."

"What—how could he be with Ansen?" Zhou Zhao was taken aback for a moment. It was obvious that Marin did not come to the airport on time on purpose, but was definitely coerced by Ansen.

That bastard!

"Because Mr. Lorenzo wanted to invite Mr. Yang to the shooting club to play flying saucer shooting. He was worried that you would not come to the appointment, so he first invited Mr. Marin Homan."

Zhou Cho pressed his brows, and after a few seconds of silence, he spoke again: "So you arrested Marin just to let me go to that shit shooting club to meet Anson?"

"Yes." Richard's answer made Zhou Choo want to go crazy.

"Which shooting club are you at now?"

"The address has been sent to your mobile phone."

"I'll be right there!" Zhou Cho hung up the phone and quickly left the airport hall with his luggage.

Marin, who was facing Ansen, looked very nervous, and he didn't take a sip of the tea in front of him.

"Dean cares about you." Anson folded his hands on his knees.

"Because... Mr. Yang is a good man."

"Well. But good people don't live long. Because they're too soft-hearted and too trusting."

"Please don't hurt Mr. Yang!" Marin begged, pressing his hands on the table, and two bodyguards in black behind him firmly pressed him back to his seat.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt him." Anson laughed. He has a very beautiful face, but also exudes a dangerous aura, "Tell me about you. I'm curious what kind of magic power you have Can Dean keep you, a gift from the Red Scorpion, by his side? Except for his kindness."

"...I like jewelry very much...Maybe Mr. Yang has discovered this and is willing to give me a chance..." Marin kept speculating on the words, afraid of causing any trouble to Zhou Cho.

"Oh——" Anson elongated his voice, "I noticed just now that you have very beautiful fingers. Whether you wear a ring or hold a charcoal pencil, your fingers must be very elegant."

Marin swallowed, wondering if he should respond to Anson.

Ten minutes later, Zhou Thou who was not far away hurried over, with obvious anger in his eyes.

Anson looked at his watch, "How long does it usually take to drive from the airport to here?"

"An hour or so," replied Richard.

"He only took four or ten minutes." Anson smiled kindly at Marin, "It seems that he is really nervous about you."

Slamming the luggage on his shoulders at An Sen's face, Zhou Cho stood in front of An Sen, forcing out a formulaic smile.

"Mr. Lorenzo, I'm here, what can I do?"

"Please take a seat." Anson easily handed the luggage bag to the bodyguard at the side, and nodded his fingers casually, and someone brought a seat for Zhou Choo and poured tea.

The more anxious you are in the face of Anson, the more likely you are to be played by him in applause.Zhou Cho secretly calmed down the urge to beat Ansen into a hornet's nest. Fortunately, Marin was fine.

"Don't you think the scenery of outdoor shooting is good?" Anson's smile was warm, and his leisurely posture was like a British TV series in the 19th century.

Yes, there are grasslands, hillsides and trees.

Zhou Chou took a sip of his tea and didn't speak.

"Dean, the air gun I gave you doesn't look like you've ever had a chance to use it. How about putting it to good use today?"

As soon as An Sen's words fell, a bodyguard actually took out the air gun that Zhou Cho had thrown in a corner of the office.Under Leslie's supervision, they were able to come and go freely in Yang's.

Zhou Cho swallowed, Anson Lorenzo has always been with him in his life.

"If you want to ask me to shoot, you can tell me earlier, don't be so sudden. I was planning to take Marin to Sri Lanka."

"If I asked you out earlier, you must have many reasons to refuse." Anson smiled casually, and a black-clothed bodyguard behind him took out a pistol, and the muzzle of the gun directly touched Marin's temple.

Marin's whole body was shocked, and he was so stiff that he couldn't even breathe.

"Mr. Lorenzo, may I ask what you are doing." Zhou Tiao stretched out his arms and clasped the bodyguard's wrist, but the bodyguard remained motionless.

"I've never really gotten along well with Red Scorpion, so I felt uncomfortable when I saw you bring the gift he gave you with you. Remember the last time I taught you how to shoot a flying saucer? Today there will be ten flying saucers, if If you can hit all ten flying saucers, I'll let him go. If you can't, I'll kill him." Anson said as simple as drinking tea or coffee.

"It's Mr. Lorenzo's reason to kill people because of this." Zhou Thou replied with a sneer, but he was thinking about what Anson's purpose was.

Zhou Zhao knew that Ansen had been doubting his identity for a long time. If all this was just to expose himself, then Ansen had many similar opportunities before, why wait until now?

"If you can hit it, at least it means that you take what I taught you to heart. Naturally, I don't have to be jealous of the red scorpion." Anson brushed the broken hair in front of his forehead, and the golden brown hair waved slightly in the breeze , quiet and elegant.

What Zhou Cho saw was a demon from hell.

The gun on Marin's forehead had already pulled the safety catch, and Zhou Cho knew that Anson was not joking.

"There are still three minutes." Anson turned sideways to look at the sky.

Zhou Cho cursed secretly in his heart, "FUCK!"

What An Sen said was true, even though this guy was always lying, Zhou Cho knew that this guy never said anything when he was crazy.

If he doesn't do so, Marin will definitely die. The reason is just like what Anson said, he is a gift from Red Scorpion. Zhou Thou didn't fear Marin but kept him by his side, which touched Anson's backlash.

He could only quickly put the gun on his shoulder, aiming at the place where the flying saucer was about to appear in the standard posture of pointing the gun.

Shooting flying saucers is a piece of cake for Zhou Cho, a sharpshooter in Interpol. What really makes him incalculable is what will happen after he shows his hand.

When the first flying saucer crossed the sky, Zhou Cho's gun barrel deflected along with its trajectory, and he didn't hesitate at all when he pulled the trigger.There was only a bang, and the flying saucer exploded.

Anson applauded and said loudly: "It's perfect, whether it's shooting posture or timing."

The second and third flying saucers appeared almost at the same time. Zhou Cho did not show the slightest surprise. He knew that Ansen was deliberately looking at his shooting skills. His shoulders and back kept showing a calm demeanor. There was a gunshot, and the two flying saucers hit almost simultaneously.

An Sen didn't look at the target in the sky, but just looked at Zhou Choo.

He stood there alone, like a sharp knife, piercing the sky at any time.

There was no time to breathe, and two more flying saucers flew out, and they did not escape the fate of being hit by Zhou Chou without any suspense.

As if to test his bottom line, three flying saucers flew into the air in the next second.

No one knows if Zhou Cho has a tenth of a second of thinking, he is like a machine, accurately predicting and calmly locking, when the last flying saucer is about to sink into the bushes, he is hit by Zhou Cho.

There are two remaining flying saucers, but they have not appeared for a long time.

An Sen smiled and watched Zhou Cho maintain his aiming posture.A full hour passed without the slightest movement in the sky.

Marin looked at Zhou Cho and An Sen with difficulty. There was still a gun on his temple, but he couldn't stand it anymore. He wondered if An Sen was playing tricks on Zhou Cho.

All this is just to let Zhou Choo relax, but unfortunately he is like a tight string, unless the last two flying saucers appear, he will not put down his gun.

"Honey, if you are tired, you can come over and have a sip of tea."

"No, thank you." Zhou Cho's answer was cold.He knew that if he could leave alive this time, the mission must be terminated.

The wind blew gently, and Zhou Cho's hair fluttered.

Anson propped his head and squinted at him.

The moment the two flying saucers were shot out, Zhou Chou shot and killed them.

He slowly put down the gun and walked up to Anson.

"I hit all ten flying saucers, can you let Marin go?" Zhou Tzu looked into An Sen's eyes with serious eyes.

The muzzle of the gun against Marin's forehead was slowly released, and Marin's lips were trembling, and he hadn't recovered from the thrill.

"Marin, you go back first." Zhou Cho raised his chin.

"Mr. Yang..."

"I told you to go back first. You won't be of any help to me here." Zhou Tzu's deep voice carried an order.

Marin took a breath, and just stood up with weak knees and almost fell back down.

When passing by Richard, the other party returned his mobile phone to him.

Marin turned back as he walked, with a worried expression on his face.

"Dean, you've opened my eyes."

Zhou Tiao was silent.At the moment he has no countermeasures and no explanation.

He didn't know if Leslie was monitoring him now, and of course it was possible that he really thought that Zhou Chou had gone to the subsidiary in Sri Lanka.

"You're like a book, the more you read it, the more interesting it becomes. I read the beginning but can't guess the ending. There are always surprises waiting for me."

"Thank you for the compliment."

"But I hope that this book is only read by me, and those surprises belong only to me and will not be snooped by anyone else."

"……What's the meaning?"

"I don't care why you have a superb hand that can help Eva more than assassinate, and I don't care why your shooting skills are comparable to world champions, and I don't care why you and your female assistant can seem to have received some training in the closed elevator The same tacit understanding..."

Zhou Cho understood An Sen's intention at that moment.

"If you really want to hide yourself, learn to hide behind other people's blood."

William?Goodwin...unexpectedly, his kindness exposed himself.

Zhou Cho laughed in his heart, it seemed that he was really not good at pretending to be another person.His behavior style and even the action habits he has developed through life and death for so many years are always exposed inadvertently or unavoidably.

"Dean...no matter who you become in my eyes, I hope you will always be Dean in the eyes of others."

An Sen's words made Zhou Choo's heart tremble slightly.Maybe he knew Zhou Cho's identity a long time ago, or had he never suspected that Zhou Cho was not Dean?Yang, but why Anson has been silent all this time?

"How about a dance with me?" Anson held out his hand to Zhou Choo, "Did anyone tell you that the most primitive tango is actually danced by two men?"

"I know, the two comrades-in-arms are looking around to guard against the arrival of the enemy." Zhou Choo sat where he was, and Anson pulled him up half-compulsively.Zhou Cho dodged backwards, but An Sen pulled him to his side.

An Sen's profile was almost touching Zhou Tiao, and there were no dance steps under their feet.

"Later, some people said that tango is a secret dance between lovers." An Sen's originally persistent hand slowly covered his waist, "Looking around for fear that someone will find out about their secret date."

Zhou Tzu struggled a bit, but An Sen followed his pace and made a small circle.

"I'm really tired, Monsieur Lorenzo."

The two of them stood still on the grass, the wind that stirred An Sen and caressed Zhou Tiao at the same time, they were so close, yet inexplicably far away.

It took a long time before Anson reluctantly let him go.

"It's getting late, if you still plan to go to Sri Lanka, I will book a ticket for you."

"No thanks."

Zhou Cho got up and walked on the grass, the grass blades rustled under his feet.

The time had come when he had to make a decision.

Zhou Zhao returned to Yang's mansion, opened the laptop Leslie had left for him, and connected to the New York headquarters.

"Hi Gwen."

"Hi. You took the initiative to contact me. It seems that you have encountered a difficult problem." Gwen's expression became serious.