Ke Xue: I Have A Duplicate Life Of My Wives

Early morning.

Another day.

Hanyu Shirasawa turned over on the bed, subconsciously stretched out his hand to the side, but touched it empty, so he opened his eyes.

In the eyes, I saw Bell Molder standing in front of the window, smoking a cigarette in his mouth.

He put his hands under his head and quietly admired the scenery.

"Awake?" Bell Moder turned his head to look at him and said lightly: "Since you are awake, let's make breakfast."

Hanyu Shirasawa's good mood just now disappeared in an instant, and the corners of his mouth twitched twice.

Get up and get out of bed, gently put your arm around her waist from behind, put your head on her shoulder, smell the fragrance from her hair, look at the morning scenery outside, and say lowly:

"Say something that annoys you. You chose to escape from that cage before, do you still want to escape?"

"Escape?"

"One, two, three" Bell Mode's eyes appeared in a trance, and he couldn't help but laugh at himself:

"I'm not my ignorant self at the beginning, I can't jump at all."

"No idea at all?"

” Hanyu Shirasawa。” Bell Modal suddenly called out his name and said faintly: "Don't believe that person's words." Don't think about leaving after the task is completed, he will not let go of a person who knows the secrets of the organization. ”

"I understand that."

Hanyu Shirasawa really understands.

How can a person who does not even let go of his only relative now, let go of a person who has nothing to do with him.

Besides, he was originally meant to complete the task, and he didn't care about Karasuma Renye, and his primary goal had always been Bell Mode.

This woman's heart was as cruel as ever.

It's been ten days.

The replica system did not remind to complete the task, which was really a bit difficult.

"Just so you understand."

Bell Morde's breath has a hint of complexity.

Twenty years ago, when she was in the forest, she still fantasized about living a happy life after running away from the other party.

But now everything is gone, like a bubble, just a castle in the air.

Even such an intimate scene now, I don't know if I will have the opportunity to experience it again in the future.

"By the way, one more thing to tell you. Pisco just sent me the news that three days later, at nine o'clock in the evening, FBI Director Alan Mackenzie was going to see an opera at an opera house on Broadway, which was a very good mobile phone event. "

"Pisco..."

Hanyu Shirasawa squinted, of course he knew who this code name was, it was the code name of that Kenzo Shirayama, who was now estimated to be old, in his fifties.

However, he didn't care about Kenzo Shizan's affairs, but the information just now:

"At night? Nine? This is a trap no matter how you look at it, presumably to lure us out. ”

"I know that the time of the evening is good for us. Even if they send helicopters, it is not as convenient as during the day. This is a yang scheme, and that guy is gambling with his own life that we may make a move. ”

"Are you going?" Hanyu Shirasawa frowned.

"Of course." Bell Mord said firmly: "As long as you kill that person, things will end here." If you miss this opportunity, there will definitely be no second chance in a short time. ”

"Well..............."

Hanyu Shirasawa has no choice but to be able to do so.

He is very clear that the current Bell Mode, no longer the one he was back then, has his own opinions, and the things he decides will not change, and others cannot persuade him.

Anyway, with him helping, I dare not say that it should be okay to evacuate safely with her.

Moreover, this time may be an opportunity, after all, it is often only when it is dangerous to accelerate the intimate relationship between the two, and the bond between life and death is very fearful.

"By the way, what way do you want to choose to kill him this time? Easy to get close to kill, or sniper?" Hanyu Shirasawa asked the key question again.

"Sniper."

Time passes.

Blink.

Three days later.

Evening.

Close to nine.

On a hundred-meter-tall building a few hundred meters away from the Broadway Opera House, Bell Molder lies on the edge, setting up a sniper rifle and aiming at the entrance of the opera house, blending in with the surrounding night

In the field of view of the sniper rifle, the light at the entrance of the opera house is very bright and looks very clear.

At this time, next to her, there was a mobile phone, which was keeping a call with a contact number: "Brandy, how is your situation?"

Although they now have headsets, they don't have the kind that is very small and easy to talk to, so they use the phone to communicate.

"I didn't find anything wrong, pay attention to yourself....0" Hanyu Shirasawa answered on his mobile phone on the side of the road 100 meters away from the opera house, and after speaking, he did not hang up the phone, and still maintained the connection.

He actually thought it was very strange.

It is obviously a yang conspiracy.

Already knowing such a dangerous situation, it really doesn't make sense that the FBI people didn't come in advance to set up a secret post or something.

The only thing to say is that there are a few cars on this street and there are not particularly many pedestrians, which is the most abnormal point.

But Hanyu Shirasawa can also determine that these people are ordinary people who have nothing to do with the FBI.

"Here it is." Suddenly, Bell's voice came from the phone.

Hanyu Shirasawa looked into the distance.

I saw four black cars, one after the other, slowly driving towards the opera house.

"Whew..." Hanyu Shirasawa took a deep breath and silently chanted in his heart: "Alan Mackenzie, whether I can complete this mission or not, it all depends on you, I hope you can give a little strength."

It didn't take long.

The car stopped in front of the Opera House.

I don't know if it's an illusion.

He felt that the world was quiet at this moment, and countless people's eyes looked at the door of the somewhat famous opera house.

Time seems to have been forgotten.

It could be just a moment, it could be a few minutes.

Finally.

That Alan Mackenzie got out of the car with a kind smile on his face.

Next second.

A blood mist exploded 4.7 on his brain, and there was a "bang" gunshot.

Smoothly.

It went very smoothly.

This series of things went smoothly like deliberately giving people's heads, and the smooth ones were too bizarre.

"Be ready to stop them, I'll pick you up right away." Bell Mood was in a hurry on his phone.

But Hanyu Shirasawa didn't move.

Just silently looking into the distance.

Because the group of people at the entrance of the opera house did not rush towards the place where the gunshots were fired, but came to the dead Alan Mackenzie, not knowing what they were doing.

A minute later.

A car flicked its tail and stopped in front of him:

"Don't be in a daze! Get in the car!"

[Big guy, don't be urging, 10,000 a day can't stand it. ] 】

[Kneel and beg the big guy to let go, my mind is empty in the past two days, and I don't know what to write. ] 】。