I saved the world after jumping backwards

According to Passion's regulations, many members with underground identities will be assigned a false identity by the organization to move freely in the sun in order not to be exposed.

As the assassins, the assassination team bears the brunt. When there is no task, they need to do the work of showing their identity during the day, and they may receive new assassination tasks at night, which develops into a situation where they have to work overtime.

It was a pleasant afternoon, in the open-air area of ​​the bustling mall street cafe, two prestigious figures of the assassination team used their identities to hold a small-scale gathering. In order not to be exposed, only the captain Risut and Just Prosciutto.

After disguising themselves, the two discussed each other's salary issues like ordinary salaried workers. Facing the increasingly serious work pressure and the salary that is not proportional to the labor, all members of the team were a little bit powerless, even to the The Boss, who is aloof but never shows his face, feels resentful.

But the reason for this gathering is not as simple as simply complaining about salary.

Someone contacted Risut through the dark web, offered him a large sum of money, and then asked him to meet, meaning he wanted to get some extra money.

Because the price was really impressive, and Risut also became interested in this person who could contact him without anyone noticing under the nose of the boss, this led him and Proxiet to plan to meet each other.

Risut raised his hand and glanced at his watch, then turned to the meticulously dressed blond man and said, "It's already this time, and it's almost time for me to eat something."

Proxiet immediately received the signal from the other party. Since the mysterious person was able to contact them and managed to hide the truth from the Boss, it must not be a cheap lamp. He bears the name of Risut , and the latter one in the open and the other in the dark, if the mysterious man dared to play any tricks, they would definitely be able to easily make him come and go.

The appointed time was getting closer and closer, but the mysterious person never showed up. Proxiet was secretly vigilant, maybe he had sneaked into this cafe by the other party's means.

What interrupted his thinking was a slightly abrupt voice in this warm afternoon coffee shop: "Tell me your name! I can really see your past and future!"

"Only 1 lire! No, I don't want your money! Tell me your name, show me your palm, and I'll know more with just one look!"

The man's urgent voice came from the dark alley on the opposite road, and the disturbed people in the cafe showed disgust, but they didn't take it seriously.

After all, street fortunetellers in Italy are too common. Nine out of ten are liars who can read words, and the remaining one can't even read words.

For example, this crazy fortune-teller, holding a crystal ball in his hand, is picking up his robe and chasing a delinquent boy in a black hood in front of him.

"No time, I'm in a hurry."

The young man walking in front quickened his pace. Being entangled with such a person would not only waste time but also cause trouble, but as his pace quickened, the fortune teller behind him also walked faster and faster, talking and talking .

"I heard it! I saw it! It's The Miracle!"It is a miracle that you can appear in this world! "

The boy's footsteps stopped abruptly, and the fortune teller tore off his hood with his outstretched hand, and that long silver-white hair covered his back unobstructed, like angel's wings generally.

But what is even more amazing is the flawless and exquisite appearance of the young man. He is so beautiful that it is unreal. His eyes are diamonds, his hair is moonlight, and his skin is white snow. The whole person is like a work of art.

He was born with such an attractiveness, and just lifted the veil on the artwork, and even the cold demeanor of keeping people away from thousands of miles away without saying a word, was enough to attract everyone's attention.

No one does not wonder, no one does not stare at him, because Italians are romantic.

The boy's eyelashes are very long, like a butterfly spreading its wings, but the eyes under the eyelashes are almost as cold as winter.

"It's not a miracle." His lips opened and closed slightly, and he spit out a few words.

Although his Italian is still a little rough, it is obvious that this beautiful young man from a foreign country has already mastered the language.

After being dazed by the boy's appearance, the fortune teller quickly picked up his crystal ball and continued to observe his face. His gaze went from empty to unbelievable and finally returned to calm. Finally, he murmured: "... child, maybe you now Think so, but actually, you are a miracle in your own right."

The silver-haired boy choked, considering that the other party was old enough to call him a "child", but the sudden silence of the weird man who claimed to be a fortune-teller made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"Okay, enough, enough, old man." A well-dressed man walked over. He looked about 30 years old, his hair was combed meticulously, and he took out ten dollars from his wallet in a very gentlemanly manner. Wan Lila was handed over to the fortune-teller like alms.

"It won't look good if you continue to entangle. Take these and leave quickly. It's not good to disturb this beautiful young man."

He forced the money into the fortune teller's hand, then straightened his collar and smiled at the young man behind him, "Don't worry, it's all right now."

There are many such young birds in the crowd who want to take this opportunity to strike up a conversation, so as to reap a wonderful affair.And the others also complained about his sneaking away, and wanted to know if the boy would be easily captured because of such kindness.

Because of this, the scene was even more chaotic.

As one of the theater watching members, Proxiet watched the farce with great interest, and even had a few sips of coffee in his spare time. He was also very interested in the follow-up.

The first competitor can see that he has a lot of capital at a glance, and at the same time, he appeared as a boy who helped the boy out of the siege, coupled with his handsome appearance and skillful means, it seems that the chance of winning is not small.

"I know you, Mr. Robert." The silver-haired boy smiled shyly at the man, looking innocent and harmless, "A new celebrity in the Italian business circle, I heard that you are from Rome?"

It seems that he did not expect the young man to know himself. The vanity of a man and the sense of superiority as a Roman burst instantly. He sent an invitation to the young man, "That's right, do you want to go to Rome? You must know that this city is so amazing. It’s cramped, it’s like being caged, and there’s a fishy smell in the air, which is really uncomfortable.”

The boy's eyes flickered, and he laughed in a low voice, but the next sentence made the man's face paler and paler.

"I heard that you managed to climb to your current position by relying on your wife's family business. She is now waiting for you to go home in the Roman manor, and she is still pregnant with a six-month-old child."

He leaned close to the man's ear and whispered softly: "If you let her know that you raised a woman in Naples..."

"Crazy! I really don't know good people!" Robert suddenly threw him away, his face was pale and he hurriedly left, the two sentences he left behind seemed a bit annoyed.

The others didn't understand what happened, and they didn't know why Robert ran away like this, but at the same time, it was just right to give the rest of the guys who watched the excitement or had the mentality of trying, and no one dared to take it easy now. The shot struck up a conversation.

But for Proxiet, who has awakened his stand-in ability and his five senses are sharper than ordinary people, he can clearly hear those whispered words just now.

The boy sneered and fiddled with his hair, revealing a small earphone.

The fortune-teller stared blankly at all of this, and said in a dazed voice, "Miracle is not a miracle of this era."

The boy sneered: "It's just an intelligence war."

For hackers, intelligence is everything, it can be turned into a weapon, and it can also be a shield to protect oneself. Getting the handle of others is equivalent to pinching the lifeblood of others.

But the fortune teller just continued to mutter: "You came here to change something...."

The boy was taken aback for a moment, and finally became interested. He asked seriously, "You can see the past and the future, right? Then, please divination about my future."

But the fortune-teller's eyes were empty again, but this time he shook his head and said, "I saw... I heard... In order to fulfill your wish, you will become the villain that everyone criticizes, and then you will... die a tragic death ...."

He quickly interrupted himself, strongly denying: "No, it shouldn't be like this, you shouldn't be a villain, you should be... you should be—"

"No, you're not wrong. If it's me, there is indeed such a possibility." The silver-haired boy was slightly stunned, but then he outlined a smile, and his indifferent and beautiful appearance softened in an instant.

"If you want to do it, be the worst guy, the biggest guy who scares everyone. It's best if you can drag the world into the water before you die. It's not a waste of time." He couldn't help laughing said.

After reaching into his pocket and pulling out a roll of banknotes, he stuffed them into the hands of the fortune-teller, "Thank you for making me happy. Thanks to you, I can finally make up my mind."

After saying this with a smile, he left the scene, leaving behind a group of onlookers who didn't know what charade they played just now.

After 15 minutes, Risut received an email stating that the transaction was cancelled, and later revealed some of the information they needed about the boss. At the end of the email, they were still reminded not to expose themselves too early, and not to act too hastily .

Fortunately, the other party left a large sum of money for breaking the contract, which prevented Risut from chasing and killing this hacker who had just made a name for himself all over Italy.

This was also the scene when Proxiet met Liao Xuebu for the first time.

He was full of complicated emotions towards this boy, because when Risut saw him later, he brought back his photo, which made him completely recall the episode of this day.

He may have also had a good impression of this beautiful young man who he only met once, but this feeling was erased by time after all.

"The fortune teller was right at that time."

At some point in the carriage, it was already filled with the smoke of "Heroic Success", and Prosciutto took out a sharp knife with a cold light from Bessie's waistband.

"You are a bad guy who will do anything to achieve his goal."

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