After my wife pulled out my oxygen tube, I was born again

On a rainy night, the streets are filled with a moist and quiet atmosphere.

The dim yellow street lights cast mottled light and shadow through the dense rain curtain.

There were almost no people on the streets paved with ancient stone slabs. Only the occasional lonely barking of dogs in the distance broke the tranquility of the rainy night.

A black car drove slowly and stopped quietly on the side of the road.

The car door opened, and the rain quickly wet the shoulders of Smith's suit. He looked around quickly. There was a trace of nervousness and uneasiness on his face, as if he had a premonition of something.

However, the moment he stepped out of the car door, a figure suddenly walked out of the shadows on the street corner and came towards him.

The man held a black umbrella in his hand, covering most of his face, revealing only a pair of cold eyes, staring closely at Smith. Smith felt confused at first, but then he felt an inexplicable fear in his heart.

He saw the cold muzzle of the gun in the opponent's hand, slowly pointing it at him.

Smith subconsciously turned around and wanted to run, but it was too late.

The silenced pistol in the opponent's hand made a series of dull "pop-pop" sounds, and the bullet penetrated the rain curtain and accurately hit Smith.

He fell heavily to the ground, and blood flowed along the rain, staining the street red.

The killer did not stop, he turned around and left in a hurry, quickly disappearing into the rainy night.

In the distance, two waiters who heard the gunfire hurried over and were horrified to find Smith lying on the ground.

Looking around, all I saw were empty streets and pouring rain.

They were at a loss and didn't know what to do. They could only guard Smith's body silently in the rainy night, waiting for the arrival of the police.

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"Hello? Well, I understand. You guys should close the team!"

The moment Xia Liangwu received the call, her eyes unconsciously turned to Song Yang who was reading under the lamp. He sat at his desk, the light reflecting his figure softly on the wall. His eyes were focused on the book in his hand - "Oliver Twist", with a calm and focused expression. The room was so quiet that only the sound of turning books could be heard. This subtle sound seemed particularly clear in the night.

While Song Yang was reading, he asked casually: "It must be good news if you call me so late, right?" His tone was relaxed, as if he was already confident about the upcoming news.

Xia Liangwu stood at the door with a solemn expression. She took a deep breath and told Song Yang seriously: "Smith is dead."

When Song Yang heard this, his brows raised slightly, but he quickly regained his composure. He said calmly: "Alex acted quickly enough." As if he was not surprised by the news.

Xia Liangwu walked to Song Yang and looked at him worriedly: "Alex is so quick to attack, aren't you afraid that he will attack you?"

Song Yang continued to flip through the book in his hand, his expression still as calm as water: "No problem, Alex doesn't dare to kill me now. It won't do any good to him." There was a kind of confidence and calmness in his tone, It was as if he had already penetrated Alex's mind.

After hearing Song Yang's words, Xia Liangwu couldn't help but ask: "Then Smith is dead, won't Destiny cause trouble for you?"

Song Yang put down the book in his hand and raised his head to look at Xia Liangwu. His eyes shone with wisdom: "Why have I been arranging Anweil's affairs?"

Xia Liangwu suddenly realized that Song Yang had been using Anweil ​​as a shield. Adams had no energy to target Song Yang at this time, because Anweil ​​was like a nail within the Illuminati, making him unable to do anything. In this way, Song Yang's safety is naturally guaranteed. Thinking of this, Xia Liangwu couldn't help but admire Song Yang's foresight.

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In the hotel's superior suite, the gramophone played the elegant melody of the symphony. Tallink was alone, holding a glass of wine, intoxicated in the quiet and elegant atmosphere.

However, the tranquility was soon broken by the harsh ringing of the phone.

Tarink picked up the phone impatiently, with a hint of displeasure in his tone: "What's the matter?"

A hurried report came over the phone: "Smith is dead."

Tarink was stunned. He subconsciously clenched the microphone: "Where is it?"

"Just in front of the hotel where Mr. Smith is staying." The other party replied.

Tallink stood up suddenly and walked to the window.

He looked at the drizzle outside, feeling an inexplicable panic in his heart.

He clenched his fists unconsciously, gritted his teeth and yelled at the phone: "What are you doing for food?!"

However, just as he hung up the phone angrily, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Tallink frowned and opened the door in confusion.

But he saw Cervantes standing outside the door with a puzzled face: "Talink, what happened? Are you calling me here in such a hurry?"

Tallink looked at Cervantes in surprise, with an ominous premonition in his heart. He quickly shook his head and denied: "I didn't ask you to come."

Then he suddenly realized something and turned to look out the window.

Seeing how weird Tarink was, Cervantes followed suit: "What's going on? What the hell are you doing?"

"It's broken, we fell into a trap, someone deliberately lured you to me...wtf!"

Vaguely, he saw something flying towards him.

On a rainy night, it looks like a huge black bird.

As it got closer, Tallink's heart beat faster and faster.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning pierced the sky and lit up the entire night sky. Tallink was horrified to find that it was not a big bird at all, but a drone!

He panicked and tried to dodge, but it was too late.

The drone crashed through the window glass with lightning speed, making a deafening shattering sound.

"Crash!!"

With shards of glass flying, the drone flew straight into the house and exploded between Tarlink and Cervantes.

The fire instantly engulfed the entire room, and the heat wave and shock wave knocked the two men to the ground.

In the blazing flames, Tallink and Cervantes struggled painfully for their last breath.

Before dying, Tallink squeezed out an angry curse from the depths of his throat: "Fake!"

On a rainy night, the hotel was illuminated by firelight as bright as day.

People's screams and screams echoed in the night sky one after another.

In the distant streets, people ran in panic and fled the scene.

In a small apartment further away, the man in black was observing all this calmly.

He put down the telescope in his hand, picked up the phone and reported calmly: "All targets were hit and killed."

After saying that, he turned around and disappeared into the darkness, leaving behind the lonely burning hotel in the rainy night and the screams of those innocent lives.

At the same time, Xia Xiaoman, who was monitoring the place, glanced contemptuously at the burning hotel. She sighed: "The most terrifying knife is the knife that borrows the ugliness of people's hearts. It is an invisible thing that kills people, Song Yang It’s really cruel!”