Gu Jiaming, you coward...
She clenched her teeth, and the soundless words lingered on the tip of her tongue, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't shout them out.
Her stepmother and the others followed behind her. If Jiaming really came to New York, he must have something he wanted to do. However, at this moment, no matter what, she wanted to see him at least once. Even if it was just once and they didn't say anything, at least she could confirm that he really came...
There was a huge crowd in front of her, spreading the news that there was a gunfight upstairs and that there was a mafia fight upstairs. The chaos continued to spread step by step. People were running down the escalator, shouting one after another. There seemed to be guards behind her trying to control the order, but the effect was minimal.
Her stepmother's voice kept ringing behind her, but she didn't dare to stop. No matter what, if Jiaming wanted to hide, he definitely wouldn't let her see him in a place where there were familiar faces.
In the midst of the commotion, Yahan held onto the railing as she desperately went down. There were several times when she was almost pushed to the ground. After going down one floor, she went down another floor. Her eyes searched for the crowd that she could see. In front and back, there were so many heads that she could only distinguish the hair color and race. After much difficulty, she finally got down to the first floor. The huge indoor fountain created ripples in the midst of the music, and the figures in front of her were also changing. However, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't find the person she wanted to see. She turned around and looked upstairs. The escalator was crowded with people. Seeing her turn around, her stepmother waved the shopping bag in her hand vigorously and scanned the first floor, the second floor, and the third floor. However, other than unfamiliar faces, she didn't find anything …
Gu Jiaming, don't let me find you...
She wasn't very sure whether Jiaming was here or not, but when she saw the figure that resembled Jian Suyan yesterday in another country, she subconsciously had this thought. Jiaming was very powerful, but a powerful person might not be Jiaming. Of course, she understood this.
However, when the hidden person opened fire, the feeling was so strong. The constantly flashing figure, the elegant woman who looked like Jian Suyan … made her run down recklessly.
Xiao Ma and the others were already going down the last flight of stairs. She turned around and walked a few steps into the crowd in a daze. Not far away, a tall and thin man squeezed out of the crowd in a panic. He looked back and walked forward in a daze …
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"Hey, Zhuang …"
"Why are you so messy? Have you been discovered?"
"No, the two mafia clans are fighting, and the mall is in chaos. I'm following Ya Han now. She's alone now, separated from the bodyguards and the fat man from Yanhuang Awakening …"
"Be careful, Jian Suyan. Ai Er, you're the best stalker. I don't want to lose you …"
"There are no suspicious people nearby. The situation is very chaotic. It's hard to grasp the overall situation. Zhuang, I still have 15 seconds of safety …"
"You want to …"
"That's right."
"Are you confident?"
"Yes."
"Okay, good luck …"
After a simple conversation, he walked a few steps forward naturally. The group of bodyguards were only halfway down the escalator, and Ya Han was just a few steps ahead. He looked around and reached his right hand into his clothes. Six meters, five meters, four meters, three meters … he was getting closer …
They were only two meters apart. It seemed like he could reach out and touch the back of the woman in front of him with just one step. That step brought him to the back of a pillar. It was a blind spot that the bodyguards on the escalator could not see. Just as he was about to pull out his gun, his body suddenly stiffened.
Someone pressed on the back of his head. Then, another hand entered his vision and gently circled around his neck. Then, it pulled back, looking like a zipper.
Everything happened in an instant. The hand pressed on the back of his head gently removed the mini walkie-talkie on his earlobe. The coldness in his neck seeped into his organs. His left hand pressed on his neck, and blood seeped out from the wound made by the thin blade. No matter how hard he tried, it could not be stopped.
All the strength in his body seemed to have been sucked out in an instant. He was only a meter away from the woman in front of him, and it was as if he was standing behind her. However, he could not speak or move. The woman still turned her head blankly and jogged in a direction. He staggered a few steps back and leaned his back against the column. He sat down gently on the ground, and blood seeped out from between his fingers …
A figure walked in the opposite direction, put on the headset, and turned on the communication channel.
"Hello?
Zhuang? "
"Who are you … How is Ai Er?"
"Him? Listen carefully …" After a moment of silence, a woman's hysterical scream came from the noisy crowd. "Oh, to make such a cultured lady scream like that, I think she must have seen a lot of blood. And we have to rule out the possibility of a horror movie. What do you think?"
"Who are you?
What do you want? "
"I'm the person you want to deal with. I want to talk to you."
"What do you want to talk about?"
"For example, the matter of us declaring war, or the matter of peace talks …"
In this kind of conversation, the people on the other side naturally did not know that Jiaming had already taken the mini walkie-talkie apart. He opened the cover of his watch and pulled out a thin copper wire to connect to it. Countless codes representing addresses scrolled on the screen of his watch.
Of course, the result of this so-called negotiation was meaningless. After a while, Jia Ming threw the miniature machine on the ground and crushed it with his foot. He looked back at the crowd, which was becoming more and more chaotic, and memorized the address on his watch.
"It's just like the famous detective Conan, isn't it …" He muttered to himself, turned around, and joined the chaotic crowd as he walked out of the gate.
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"Ah —" The moment before the scream came, the housekeeper and several bodyguards had already run to Ya Han's side. "Why are you running, who did you see, tell me …"
"I, I'm afraid … I saw wrongly. I don't know … I can't say …" She shook her head helplessly. Then, the horrifying scream startled everyone around. When they turned around, they saw a person sitting on the ground leaning against a pillar in the hall. His left hand was tightly pressed against his neck, and blood was flowing from between his fingers to his clothes. Although his eyes were still staring, it was obvious that he was already dead. Or rather … there was no possibility of saving him.
"Yahan, don't … don't go over there …" The young mother stuttered as she held onto Yahan, who wanted to go over and see what was going on. Some people from far and near hurriedly avoided them, while others surrounded them out of curiosity. Steamed Bun, who was following beside him, rushed over first and squatted in front of him.
"What's wrong?
What's going on? "
He asked loudly, but the person obviously couldn't answer. He gently moved the person's finger that was pressed against his neck, and more blood gushed out. He saw that the person's right hand was still in his clothes, so he reached out and gently pulled it out. The person's right hand was pulled out, and there was a gun in his hand.
Steamed Bun was so scared that he jumped back two steps. "Woah …"
Seeing that the person had a gun, he didn't want to care about this anymore. He took out a tissue and wiped the blood on his hand. He walked back to the two women and said, "Uh, I think … his throat was slit. He has a gun in his hand, and … when we were on the escalator, I think this person seemed to have deliberately approached Miss Zhang. Yes, you were by the pillar at that time, Mr. Chen, do you remember?"
"Yes, I also remember that this person approached Miss Zhang."
Any trained professional would naturally have their own way of remembering things. They would be able to replay all the big and small events within a certain period of time in their mind. Mr. Chen recalled and nodded.
Xiao Ma was a little flustered and said, "What … what does that mean?"
"It means that this person originally wanted to harm Miss Zhang, but someone secretly helped him and saved Miss Zhang … This person is very powerful …"
"Why, why, why, why would someone want to kill Ya Han?" Xiao Ma suddenly heard this and cried out anxiously.
"It might not necessarily be a murder, it might be a kidnapping …"
While Mr. Chen was explaining, Ya Han suddenly broke free from Xiao Ma's hand and ran towards the dead person on the ground. She looked at the blood gushing out, but she didn't show any fear or disgust. The next moment, she turned around and looked at the people around her.
"Ya Han, you …"
"Xiao Ma, don't come over!"
Seeing that Xiao Ma was about to catch up, Ya Han ran two steps outside and waved her hand as she shouted loudly. This time, Xiao Ma didn't give in at all. She said sternly, "I don't care who it is!
Don't run around!
You're in danger! "
"I'm not in danger, don't come over!
He will protect me! "
After a while, Ya Han cried out, "Don't follow me, I'll go back. Please, just this once … He will protect me. I'll be fine. I want to see him. If you follow me, he won't come out to see me. I really want to see him, please …"
At this point, Yahan was already bawling loudly. Tears streamed down her face. Her stepmother tilted her head to the side and reached out to wipe her nose. She looked straight at Yahan and spoke rather quickly. "You know that I'm not your biological mother … but I treat you as my biological sister. It doesn't matter if you call yourself my biological daughter … So if anything happens to you …" She suddenly roared, "… then I'll die in front of you!"
"Thank you, Xiao Ma." Ya Han smiled and wiped away her tears. She turned around and ran out of the door.
Xiao Ma looked at her running figure and said helplessly, "How did this happen? We didn't offend anyone on this trip to America … what the hell is going on?!"
"Don't worry, Miss Zhang will be fine."
"Yeah, don't worry."
Steamed Bun and Mr. Chen comforted her.
There was a huge crowd in front of her.
She pushed the door open and rushed out of the snowstorm.
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