Chapter 1 Tired
Enter the last line of code, press the Enter key, and the top smart insurance door in front of you opens.
Cheng Ling spat out bloody spit, put down his laptop, picked up the AK47 on the ground, and wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand, which had almost no good skin left.
In the darkness, there was only one pair of eyes shining brightly.
She panted quickly and looked out cautiously.
A bright light shot towards her, and she immediately pulled down the black protective glasses on her forehead, rolled on the spot holding the gun, and hid behind another rock.
"Chef Ling... no, I should call you Agent Cheng, I know you are here." A feminine male voice said, "Come out, I promise you, I will let the children here go."
Cheng Ling sneered.
She raised her wrist and looked at the thermal infrared imaging display screen. A group of children were squatting in the square. Around them, a group of big men were waiting for her with guns.
Cheng Ling counted silently in his mind, "1, 2, 3...11,12."
She pulled out the last magazine from the back of her waist and quickly replaced her gun's magazine with a new one.
The next time a bright searchlight swept over, Cheng Ling moved.
She pointed her toes to the ground, and used the launcher with her other hand to shoot a long rope towards the wall. Before the triangular tip of the long rope could be hung on the wall, she wrapped the long rope around her wrist with one hand, and kicked it hard. Her whole body was like a Like a cannonball, it flew towards the wall from its hiding corner.
There is a row of big men standing on the wall, and the one in the middle is protecting the target of this mission: the drug lord.
"Over there! Shoot!"
"Searchlight! Follow her!"
"Don't let her get close to the boss..."
Da da da!
Bullets flew past her, and she estimated her speed, just like a fish galloping on the bottom of the sea, nimbly dodging all the bullets.
After she flew to the wall, she quickly grasped the rope. With her other arm, she carried an AK47 weighing nearly ten kilograms with one hand and fired a hail of bullets at the big men in black surrounding the hostages.
The huge recoil rushed to her shoulder, where there were several wounds. The deepest one could see the white bones. The tearing pain made her curse inwardly.
But her hands and feet did not pause at all. While holding on to the rope with one hand, she quickly climbed towards the drug lord standing on the wall. She endured the severe pain and blinked away the tears caused by the physical pain, and neatly killed all the gunmen surrounding the hostages. .
Suddenly there was a sharp pain in her shoulder, and someone on the wall hit her arm holding the gun. She took a breath, threw the gun down, and then climbed up with all her strength.
The drug lord is close at hand.
"Protect the boss, protect the boss."
Cheng Ling dodged the bullet, finally kicked off with his feet, held his knees in the air and spun around in a circle. After landing, as if there were springs under his feet, he rushed towards the crowd and pulled out the dagger from his Martin boots. .
The opponent was armed with live ammunition, and she only had a small dagger.
However, she was like a hungry wolf rushing into a flock of sheep, easily disintegrating the opponent's offensive and defensive formations. The enemy circle was torn apart layer by layer like an onion, and finally, the drug lord inside was revealed.
Cheng Ling grabbed the dagger and walked towards the drug lord.
The three bodyguards loyally protected the drug lord.
The drug lord was a good-looking young man with blond hair and blue eyes. He smiled softly and said, "No wonder you never agreed to my proposal."
Cheng Ling looked at the drug lord without saying anything.
The drug lord sighed.
"...You learned cooking skills because I like food, right? Tsk, if you ask me, none of the chefs in Michelin three-star restaurants can match your cooking skills... It's a pity that I can never eat it again. arrive."
Cheng Ling held the dagger with an expressionless expression.
The drug lord's eyes were complicated, with both hatred and sympathy in them, and finally he smiled.
"Agent Cheng, aren't you curious as to how your identity was exposed? Your disguise was so perfect that you clearly didn't give me a chance to fight back..."
"Shut up!" Cheng Ling shouted.
The drug lord looked at her and said, "It seems that you are not suspicious...forget it, it doesn't matter to me anymore. Goodbye."
Then, Cheng Ling heard the sound of metal falling to the ground.
Grenade pull tab.
Cheng Ling rolled back and ran towards the pillar behind him.
"boom!"
The drug lord and several of his men who had not had time to evacuate were reduced to a pile of broken pieces.
Cheng Ling's ears were shaken by the huge roar and he instantly lost his hearing, and there was a thin layer of bright light in front of his eyelids.
Ten seconds later, she opened her eyes.
There was silence.
It may be that the temporary deafness caused by the explosion has not yet recovered.
Cheng Ling tried to move the arm that was shot, but the pain made her grimace. She raised her hand with her other arm, which was still intact, and touched her face.
A layer of her scalp was blown off by the violent impact and fire, and her face was sticky. She didn't know whether it was her own blood or the other person's blood.
Cheng Ling swayed, gritted his teeth and stood up on the ground.
Then, amid the piercing tinnitus, her hearing slowly recovered, and she heard footsteps coming from behind.
"Good job, Xiao Ling!"
A man with gray hair, blond hair and blue eyes in his fifties or sixties, clapped his hands and walked slowly, ignoring the corpses on the ground. He wore a well-dressed suit, his hair was meticulously combed, and his eyes were sharp as a politician.
Cheng Ling frowned and wiped the corners of his mouth: "Why are you here? The danger here has not been eliminated yet!"
The man waved his hand carelessly, and the dozen or so bodyguards following him immediately dispersed.
"I'm at ease with you doing the work," the man stared at Cheng Ling standing opposite him and asked, "Xiao Ling, how many years have you been with me?"
"Godfather, you adopted me when I was a baby, and it's been 28 years now."
The middle-aged man looked at Cheng Ling, his expression dazed, and said with regret: "It's been 28 years."
Cheng Ling stood straight with her hands behind her back: "Yes."
The man raised his head and smiled at her: "Don't be so reserved."
Cheng Ling nodded, but her posture was the same as before.
"How many things have you done for me, how many people have you killed?" The man supported his face with his hands, as if recalling, "In order to infiltrate the enemy, you learned piano and violin... You learned cooking, your shooting skills are superb, and your computer skills are also among the best... In order to successfully lurk in the enemy, you even specially learned acting... Alas, you have worked hard all these years."
Cheng Ling felt something was wrong, but she still answered like a soldier: "It's not hard. This is what I should do."
"I thought Smith would be more powerful." The man sighed.
Smith is the drug lord who was just blown into pieces.
Cheng Ling frowned.
"... If he was more powerful, I wouldn't have to get rid of you myself."
Cheng Ling was stunned.
Bang!
In an instant, she felt hot, and then cold.
She looked down and saw a black hole in the heart. The torn wound began to spurt blood, and then she knelt on the ground.
She tried to raise her head, trying to see her adoptive father's face through the blood mist in her eyes.
The man took out a white handkerchief from the front pocket of his suit, wiped the blood that splashed on the back of his hand and cheek, and looked at Cheng Ling coldly.
"You know too much. I can't sit in this position comfortably with you around. Goodbye, Xiao Ling."
It turned out that it was a lie that she would be free to wander around the world after completing the last mission.
She had no other thoughts at all, just wanted to live seriously for once and enjoy life... Why couldn't she do it.
Yes, how could a meticulous person like him let himself go free?
Cheng Ling smiled, coughing up blood while laughing. She tried to grab her chest, but her strength was quickly lost.
She wanted to say something, but felt that it was meaningless to say anything.
Forget it.
That's it.
She was so tired.