The imperial capital of Yanjing.

Zhao Yulin seemed to have plunged into a bottomless pool of muddy water.

He originally thought that it was just an ordinary guard mission, but now, this mission is obviously not as simple as he thought.

In fact, he still can't see the situation clearly. When he

first entered Zhuxi Garden and saw that the security in the villa was abnormally strict, he became suspicious. Later, as he gradually went deeper, he found that even Zhou Caifeng was vaguely trapped in the same murderous situation. He couldn't help but start to figure out what kind of enemy Sun Chongyue and even the entire Sun Group had offended.

- Or, what kind of quagmire they have fallen into.

Old Man Feng may have known the situation here for a long time, but he didn't say it. I don't know what he was thinking.

Zhao Yulin planned to settle the matter and go to Sun Chongyue in person to have a straightforward talk, but he did not have high expectations for the outcome of the face-to-face talk, because the other party might not be honest, or perhaps Sun Chongyue himself was still in a fog.

...

Although Lu Man was young, he was already a world-class hacker. Basically, he could figure out most of the rough frameworks with a computer. However, he had been exploring for two days and had not even touched the door.

This showed how mysterious the power behind the scenes was.

However, although the power behind the scenes was still hidden very deeply, it was very easy for Lu Man to find out the whereabouts of the Black Widow.

"If we can't catch the leader, let's kill Eagle Claw first to vent our anger."

Zhao Yulin pushed open the car door, remembered something, and turned back to say to the people in the car: "It would be best if nothing unexpected happens. If there is a variable, and I don't get off in half an hour, you should leave here immediately and go to Zhuxi Garden to take shelter."

Luoyang looked worried: "Brother, is it okay for you to go up alone? Otherwise, let's go together."

Hearing this, Lu Man closed the computer and looked at his boss's face full of expectation, ready to act. Vivian and Hai Qingzi were also ready to act in unison.

Zhao Yulin smiled: "Don't make a fuss. Do you really think of yourselves as hired mercenaries?"

"But boss, we haven't figured out what's going on inside yet. It's very likely that it's a den of thieves. It's too hasty for you to go there alone." Lu Man was still very worried.

Zhao Yulin's eyes were clear with deep confidence: "I'm a king-level mercenary. How can I face a sub-level killer even if there are some minions around him?"

Weiwei said calmly: "I believe in you, boss. Besides, this is the city center. It's unlikely that such a grand hotel is the base camp."

"That's what I mean."

Hai Qingzi yawned and said in a lazy voice, "Among the three of you, one is researching medicine, one is figuring out the program, and the other is just a nerd." She looked up at her boyfriend, "If we follow the boss upstairs, if something unexpected happens, it will only cause trouble for the boss, and it will be disadvantageous to be tied up at that time."

Zhao Yulin's face was full of sunshine, "Qingzi is still sensible."

Turning around, he said, "Stay downstairs. Go ahead. If there are reinforcements, you can still serve as spies. Remember what I just said, retreat immediately if you see the situation is not right. "

Luoyang's expression was solemn. He was a pharmacist. He was a habit of careful thinking and pursuing stability. He asked, "If we leave, what will you do? Fight alone?"

Zhao Yulin grinned, revealing two rows of white and neat teeth: "Don't worry about me. Even if I can't kill the Black Widow today, no one can stop me if I want to leave."

...

Entering the hotel, the worst situation did not happen.

Zhao Yulin first wandered around aimlessly for a few laps, and gradually found the reason why Yan Guichao was able to stand alone in the Golden Rooster on Los Angeles Street.

At first, he had always thought that there were so many places for leisure and dining in Los Angeles Street, but there was only one hotel, and that was because there was a great man behind it, who had monopolized the entire Los Angeles Street hotel industry. However, in fact, the Yan Gui Chao, a non-star hotel, far exceeded the international five-star rating in the conventional sense in terms of interior decoration, hardware facilities, staffing and service atmosphere.

The cost of staying here for one night, with the income of an ordinary urban white-collar worker, would probably cost two months' salary without food or drink.

Of course, there must be a strong background factor for the only hotel in Los Angeles Street.

The whole building has 26 floors, 20 of which are guest rooms, and the next six floors are foot massage, bathing, and entertainment venues such as chess and cards.

Zhao Yulin walked around every floor, observing secretly. After he was sure that this was not the headquarters of a certain force as expected, he took the elevator down again and reached the 17th floor.

The rooms were arranged in order and were not difficult to find. Zhao Yulin avoided the waiters coming and going, walked to the door of the room that Lu Man had found as if nothing had happened, and knocked gently.

No one answered.

"Is there no one?"

Zhao Yulin took two steps back, lay on the corridor railing, pretending to look down at the view of the central hall. After two or three seconds, a waiter walked out from the corner.

When the waiter walked into another corner, he returned to the door, his ears moved slightly, and his extraordinary hearing focused on carefully capturing the movements in the room.

After a moment, he was 100% sure that there was someone in the room, and judging from the breathing, it should be a woman.

He raised his hand, ready to knock on the door for the second time, but when his hand was raised in the air, he stopped, his palm hanging there, thoughts surging.

During this period, he paid attention to many details, and naturally there were also the behaviors of hotel staff in providing room service, and there were no omissions.

The service staff of Yan Guichao would knock three times first, and if there was no response, they would knock three more times. Zhao Yulin did the same, with moderate force, not too light or too heavy.

But there was clearly someone inside, and that person was not sleeping, but still ignored him.

"Something's strange."

Zhao Yulin lowered his eyes, took out his mobile phone and sent a pre-edited text message to Luman. Soon, he heard the card reader beep and the door opened.

He didn't care about hiding, he kicked the door decisively, and then his foot exerted force instantly, and the whole person rushed into the room like a flash.

"I wonder who it is, doing things so decisively, not giving people a chance to react."

A woman's elegant voice rang out lazily, full of the breath of a lady, and also like a noble and arrogant Persian cat.

In short, just listening to this voice is already soul-stirring, which can make any man itch. I think the owner of the voice should be a beauty.

"Since it's you, there's nothing to be surprised about."

The woman's voice came from behind Zhao Yulin: "Long time no see, Tianluo."

Zhao Yulin slowly turned around, looked at the other person, smiled, extremely gentle, and said: "I miss you very much."

This is a very high-end presidential suite. The room is spacious and brightly lit. The overall style is quite luxurious.

The sofa is placed at the foot of the wall, on the left is a computer desk, and in front is a floor-to-ceiling window on the entire exterior wall. Through the window, you can overlook the splendid night view of the entire Yanjing CBD Central Business District.

At this time, the woman had given up her escape plan. She lay on the sofa in a bathrobe, her shoulders half exposed, and two beautiful legs faintly visible underneath. She said charmingly, "You really want to kill me, right?"

Zhao Yulin sneered, but his eyes were not serious. He looked at the two legs inch by inch.

They were a pair of real beautiful legs -

as white as ivory, as thin as green onions, as straight as rain bamboo, and as slender as banana trees.

They were extremely delicate and tight, from thighs to ankles, there was not even the slightest flaw, and not a bit of fat.

It was hard to believe that these were the legs of a female killer.

But only a female killer could have such a pair of legs without dragging.

"I think God must have spent a lot of effort on your legs when he was carving you." Zhao Yulin exclaimed sincerely.

As one of the few living people who have seen the true face of the Black Widow, he had to admit that this seductive woman was simply a living monster.

She only needed to lie there motionless, and the seductive aura emanating from her body was enough to drive most men in this world crazy and willing to indulge in sensual pleasures.

The more beautiful, the more deadly, and this is most appropriate for the Black Widow.

'Poseidon', who was one of the twelve king-level mercenaries like Zhao Yulin, was one of the countless followers of this woman, and it was almost the same to say that he was flocking to her.

So he never quite understood why such a beautiful woman who could make a living with her face would take the path of taking people's heads.

"I feel sorry for myself, too."

The Persian cat half lying on the sofa said with resentment in his tone, stroking her jade legs with his soft fingers: "No matter how unique a work of art is, it will eventually be destroyed in your hands. Isn't it a waste of resources?"

"Yes, it's a pity."

Zhao Yulin had feasted his eyes, stared at that face, and said in standard London English: "There is an old saying in China, the murderer must pay with his life, and the blood debt must be paid with blood."

Bloodfblood!

"But you Chinese are also good at settling accounts."

The blond-haired, blue-eyed beauty killer said, "You are a lone mercenary, and I am a killer. Our jobs are roughly the same. You know very well that every person I killed was just doing something for someone else in exchange for a commission. If you want to avenge your friend, you should find the person who paid you, and you can't blame me."

"In your words, I'm wronged!" She rolled her tongue and spoke in broken Chinese.

Zhao Yulin said coldly: "You have said this many times, is it useful?"

"You don't make sense!"

"You can only blame your own luck for letting you meet a Chinese who hates to settle accounts the most."

Zhao Yulin put his thumb on his index finger and cracked it: "Anyone who has stained my friend's blood must die!"

"Is it possible to let me go?" asked the Black Widow, "Killing me will do you no good."

"Avenging blood is my greatest gain."

Zhao Yulin took a small step forward and said indifferently: "Take out your mysterious Pure Maple Knife. You have no chance to escape tonight like before. You can only fight. Maybe you can win, and if you win, you will naturally survive."

"You know very well that maybe, there is only a one percent chance." Black Widow sat up straight, her curves well-proportioned, "Why be so hypocritical, it's better to just say that you're going to die for sure."

"Okay, I can still fulfill your small request."

Zhao Yulin's empty eyes slowly opened, a little cold light in his eyes, icy: "Tonight, you're going to die for sure!"