Chapter 927 Born in the Darkness, Died in the Night

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When it was close to one o'clock in the morning, on a main road less than two kilometers away from the War God Palace, an exceptionally old container truck slowly stopped at the roadside.

The passenger door opened. A middle-aged man who looked to be close to fifty jumped out of the car and watched the cars coming and going on the road. He was stunned.

The man was about 1.7 meters tall, and thin, It looked particularly inconspicuous, He was dressed in a dirty dark blue work uniform, and his chest was stained with the words'fast logistics'. The man looked at the roadside and was silent for nearly five minutes before he sighed deeply and walked towards a 24-hour unattended shop not far from the roadside.

Under the light, the color of his hair was extremely mottled. The white hair hidden in his black hair was extremely messy. Combined with the wind, frost, and exhaustion on his face, it was completely the appearance of an ordinary person who lacked blood vitality and had a hidden illness, but had to struggle hard to survive.

It was late at night and the shop was quiet.

The man with a face full of vicissitudes went straight to the cigarette counter and looked at the dazzling cigarettes in front of him with a blank expression.

Yellow Crane Tower, Yuxi, China, Su Yan, Huangshan, Great Hall of the People, Red Tower Mountain...

High-end, middle-end, low-end cigarettes are fairly complete, and there are also some foreign cigarettes with English letters printed on them.

The middle-aged man revealed a bitter smile and self-mockery.

Most of the cigarettes here had never been seen in his nearly fifty years of life. Not to mention, he had never even heard of them.

In his impression, Yellow Mountain, Yellow Crane Tower, and the Great Hall of the People were all place names or scenic spots that had nothing to do with cigarettes.

Among the dozens of kinds of cigarettes, he had only seen two. One was China, and the other was Mount Hongta.

He had seen others smoke the former, and they usually smoked the latter themselves.

In their place, the people who were usually in charge of their daily life and even the people who controlled their life and death were all from China.

At this moment, looking at the neatly arranged cigarettes in the counter, he suddenly wanted to give it a try and see how the taste was different.

The middle-aged man touched his pocket and directly took out a large handful of hundred yuan, roughly a few thousand yuan.

Looking down at the money in his hand, his smile became even more self-deprecating.

This was the first time he had seen such a thing called the renminbi in this country, this city, as a person who had grown up in this country and had lived for nearly fifty years.

What an irony?

Isn't that the most ironic thing?

After living for more than forty years, it was the most ironic thing to see money for the first time and pick it up for the last time.

The middle-aged man's smile became even more grim. He suddenly extended his hand and punched the counter in front of him. Under the impact of a huge force, the thick and sturdy counter instantly shattered into pieces. Countless cigarettes fell to the ground, making it look extremely messy in a pile of broken glass.

The middle-aged man took a deep breath and casually threw the money on the ground. He picked up a few pleasing cigarettes and put them into his pockets. Then, he slowly walked out and returned to the passenger seat of the container truck by the side of the road.

In the driver's seat of the truck, a younger looking youth was sitting in his seat. He unconsciously held the steering wheel with both of his hands and looked out of the brightly lit window in a daze.

The middle-aged man closed the car door. Get all the cigarettes out of your pockets, He pulled open a baffle beside his seat and threw two boxes into the container behind him. Then, he handed a box to the young man in the driver's seat. He grinned and said, "Try it. There are too many cigarettes in it. I can't help but take a few more. Let's try and see what the cigarettes of those big shots usually taste like."

"Who are they?"

The young man's expression was calm. He took the cigarette and tore open the pack. He took a light and took a deep breath. He said calmly, "They raised us like dogs. They think they are superior to us. In fact, in the eyes of the real big shots, they are dogs. They are even inferior to us. Who are they to be considered big shots?"

The middle-aged man continued to laugh. His smile was a little emotional, a little sad, a little reluctant, but more of it was a kind of helplessness that was almost desperate.

The young man in the driver's seat took a deep breath of cigarette. He stretched out his hand and pointed in the direction of the War God Palace. In the darkness, the symbolic building of the War God Palace, The black dragon, which was nearly two hundred meters tall, was a little blurry. but the outline was extremely clear, The position of the head dragon's eyes, The two red lights were exceptionally domineering. As many people know, The black dragon's dragon's eyes were the two largest pieces of glass in the hall of war, A master bedroom in the hall of war, One was in the living room, The young man stared fixedly at the dragon's eyes. "The one who lives there, is the real big shot, For anyone, They were all top-notch Asskickers, Before I came here, I specially learned that more than 80% or even 90% of the people in this city are working hard for a house that covers only a few dozen or so square meters. However, the owner of this place lives in a private garden that covers an area of nearly 700,000 square meters. There are thousands of guards guarding this place, and they are heavily guarded. A man should be like this. "

The middle-aged man was smoking a cigarette and still laughing. He had always been bad at talking. This was the case in their own territory. Now that he had come here for the first time, his heart was tense and his words were even more scarce.

"I heard that the scenery inside is picturesque. There are mountains and rivers, flowers and grass. The pavilions are extremely exquisite, and the vast palace hall stretches out into patches."

The young man looked in the direction of the War God Palace seriously, as if he was trying to imagine what the palace looked like, "I really want to go in and take a look. It's good to take a look."

"I think this place is very beautiful. Why go in? There are so many people in such a large garden, but there is only one master. What's the good of being alone?"

The middle-aged man smiled and said.

The young man was slightly stunned, then nodded in agreement. He smiled and said, "That's right, this place is also very beautiful. At the very least, compared to where we live, this place is much better. If I could stay here, I would be willing to live in a garbage dump."

He shook his head self-deprecatingly, "What a pity."

"There's nothing to be regretful about."

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Although we can't live anymore, our relatives can come over. Furthermore, they don't live in a garbage dump. This is already a good ending."

The young man didn't say anything and smoked fiercely. The atmosphere in the car also became extremely oppressive.

The phone suddenly rang.

The two people in the car trembled at the same time.

"Take it."

The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment before smiling bitterly.

The young man's expression remained unchanged. He nodded and picked up the phone that the middle-aged man had handed over.

Without waiting for him to speak.

An incomparably cold and indifferent voice was transmitted over the phone.

"Number five, are you in place?"

"We're here. We're ready."

The young man said calmly.

"Number five?"

Hearing the young man's voice, the voice on the other end of the phone instantly became even deeper, and he said very unhappily, "Where's Number Three? What the hell is he doing?!"

"Number Three is mobilizing before the war. We will go all out."

The youth called Number Five said indifferently.

"Very good."

On the phone, an extremely cold voice fell silent. "Lin Xuanyuan left two minutes ago, It'll be about ten minutes before we pass your location, "Twenty cars, three helicopters escorting you. In addition, the Ministry of Justice and the military are ready to support you at any time. I will find a way to move some of the people closest to you, but it won't take long. Under the suppression of the other party's firepower, you only have ten minutes at most. Remember, kill Lin Xuanyuan, regardless of what means you use!"

"Alright."

Number Five took a deep breath and said.

"Pa."

The other party hung up the phone without saying anything. It was just like what he said to Number Three. In the place where they came from, those dogs were actually dogs, but they were the big shots in Number Three's eyes. They treated these experts as dogs without the slightest bit of respect.

Over the years, even they seemed to have gotten used to it.

Number Five silently put down the phone, took out the phone card, crushed it into powder with his fingers, and threw it outside the window.

Number Three quietly watched Number Five's movements, his face pale.

Number Five's movements were orderly. After destroying the phone card, he took out a small bottle from his pocket and poured out two dark and gloomy pills.

He handed one of the pills to Number Three, who had a pale face, and smiled, "Lin Xuanyuan is coming soon. Eat it, and wish us all a good journey."

The empire's secret service system was in turmoil.

At the moment of war.

At such a sensitive moment, even a fool could understand how serious the consequences of assassinating Lin Xuanyuan, who had just done a great service to the empire, would be if the matter were exposed.

Therefore, regardless of victory or defeat, the outcome of this operation was already determined from the very beginning.

Number Three reached out and held the dark and gloomy pill in his hand, his palms trembling slightly.

Number Five smiled. He took a deep look at the pill in his hand and put it into his mouth without hesitation.

The pill melted at the entrance, carrying a strange stench that flowed directly into his stomach.

"It tastes good."

He smiled and said, but his eyes were cold.

Number Three sighed softly. Without hesitation, he took a bite of the pill in his mouth as well.

Number Five laughed loudly and lit another cigarette. He greedily sucked in the cigarette as if he wanted to infuse the smell into his soul.

A cigarette was quickly smoked out.

Number Five took a deep breath and threw the cigarette butt out of the window. He turned around and looked at Number Three, who was still staring at the scenery outside the window. Suddenly, he extended his hand and smiled. "Officially introduce himself, Shaking Light Lake, Gu Shuangjian."

This was undoubtedly the true origin and name of Number Five.

This was something a martial artist valued the most.

However, in the place where he came from, these things were the least important. No one cared about their origins. All they had was code names.

Shaking Light Lake, Gu Shuangjian ?

An illustrious background and an extremely high level of strength could be summed up with just a number five.

Number Three was stunned for a moment. He subconsciously held Number Five's hand, but in the next moment, his face suddenly flushed red.

Because at this moment, he suddenly realized an extremely serious problem.

He had entered that place more than ten years before the 5th, but he had forgotten his name after so many years of confusion. He couldn't even remember the origin that he valued the most for a moment.

He's number three.

Seems like it's always number three.

Gu Shuangjian held Number Three's violently trembling hand tightly. Seeing the humiliation in his eyes, he smiled bitterly.

"Tianxuan Ling..."

Number Five was silent for nearly half a minute before he said with great difficulty, "Ling... Ling Guangming."

Ling Guangming.

Light.

Gu Shuangjian wanted to laugh, but his throat was blocked. He couldn't even make a sound.

They were born in the darkness, and now they are about to die in the darkness.

Light?

Where did the light come from?