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Text Chapter 102: Concealing the truth

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    Zhiqiu carefully looked up at the plane and said!  ¡¯, I think I¡¯d rather go with a traditional jet.  "The pilot pointed to the stairs above. "Zhiqiu, this way please, be careful of the steps.  "

    A few minutes later, Zhiqiu was already sitting in the empty cockpit.  The pilot led Zhiqiu to the front seat, buckled his seat belt, then walked to the front and disappeared into the cockpit of the plane.

    The cockpit of this plane is surprisingly similar to a wide-body business jet. The only difference is that it has no windows, which makes Zhiqiu feel quite uncomfortable.

    Zhiqiu¡¯s aversion to sealed spaces does not make him feel weak, but often makes him feel uneasy, which is reflected in very subtle ways.  He always avoided participating in closed-space sports such as racquetball or racquetball, and even though affordable housing was readily available, he did not do so.

    The plane's engine roared desperately below, causing the entire fuselage to vibrate.

    Zhiqiu endured it and waited.  He felt the plane taxiing and soft country music played leisurely above his head.

    The phone on the bulkhead rang twice, Zhiqiu raised his hand and took off the receiver.

    "Hello."

    "Are you comfortable, Zhiqiu?"

    "Not pleasant at all."

    "Relax, we'll be there in an hour."

    "So, where do you mean "over there", exactly?  "Zhiqiu suddenly realized that he had no idea where he was going.

    ¡°Nepal.¡± The pilot replied, while increasing the speed.  "Our experimental center is in Nepal."

    "Nepal." Zhiqiu repeated, feeling better.  "I never knew there was an experimental center in Nepal."

    The pilot laughed and said, "You'll know when you get there." Zhiqiu didn't come back to his senses for a long time.  "Nepal?" Zhiqiu felt his pulse beating faster. "I remember you said that this experimental center is only an hour away."  "

    "It's an hour's journey, Zhiqiu." The pilot chuckled.  "This plane is traveling at Mach 15."

    On a busy street, the killer walked through the crowd.  This killer is powerful, dark-skinned, and cunning.  That phone conversation still made his muscles tense.

    Things are going well, he said to himself.  Although his employer has never let him see his face, the killer feels very honored that he can show up.  Has it really only been fifteen days since the first contact with the employer?  The killer still remembers every word in that phone call. "My name is Jeremy Lin." The caller once said.

    "We are all on the road, and we have a common enemy. I heard that you are a killer waiting for a price." "It depends on which road you are on," the killer replied.

    The caller told him.

    "Are you kidding me?" "You've heard of our name, I know that," the caller replied.

    "Of course, the cheating club is well known."

    "So you suspect that I am a fake?"

    "Everyone knows that the Brotherhood has been wiped out long ago." "This is just a trick to hide the truth. The most dangerous enemy is the person who is not afraid of anyone." The killer asked doubtfully: "The Brotherhood is still there?" "It's just more dangerous than before.  It's just more secretive at any time. Our power can be said to be pervasive Even our people have penetrated into the fortress of our sworn enemy." "This is impossible. They can be called an iron wall."

    "Our hands are very long."

    "No matter how long it grows, it won't reach that level."

    "You will soon believe it. There is no doubt about the power of the cheating society, and one thing has proved it."

    "What did you do?" The caller told him the story.

    The killer was stunned for a moment: "It's really unbelievable."

    The next day, the incident made the headlines in all local newspapers.  The killer now became a believer.

    Now, fifteen days have passed, and the doubts in the killer's mind have dissipated.  The cheater will still be here, he thought.  They will put their skills to the test tonight and show what they are capable of.

    The killer walked through the street, his dark eyes flashing as he thought about the past few days.  He was hired by one of the most mysterious and terrifying organizations to ever walk this planet.  They made the right choice, he thought.  His reputation for secrecy was as great as his reputation for not being afraid of death.

    Now, he has bravely done something for them.  He has killed the target and also taken the object??Handed it to Jeremy Lin as instructed.  Now it's up to Jeremy Lin to call the shots and put that thing in place.

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Place it properly

    The killer didn¡¯t know how Jeremy Lin would deal with this difficult problem.  This person obviously has an inside job.  The sphere of influence of the Cheating Club seems to be everywhere.

    Lin Shuzhen, the killer thought.  It's obviously a code name.  He wondered, was this name related to the Buddha in Buddhism or something else?  None of this matters.  Jeremy Lin's skills are unfathomable, and he has undoubtedly proven this.

    As the killer walked along, he imagined that his ancestor was looking at him with a smile.  Today he was going to fight for them, a war his ancestors had already waged against their old enemy, a war that went back so long, to the time when enemy forces first raided their land, raped and slaughtered them.  The people claimed that they were dirty and desecrated their temples and Buddha statues.

    In order to defend themselves, his ancestors formed a powerful death squad. This death squad became famous throughout the country as protectors of the country. They fought mobilely in the countryside and massacred all enemies they encountered. They were a group of highly skilled killers.  They were famous not only for brutal massacres but also for celebrating such massacres with drunken drunkenness.  What they chose was a powerful anesthetic they called "Black Evil".

    As their notoriety spread far and wide, these killers gradually became known as "Black Evil Stars", which literally means "those who are addicted to black evil".  Later, the word "Black Evil Star" became synonymous with "death" in almost every language.  The word is still used today, even in modern English. But just as the means of killing have changed, the word has evolved.

    This word is now called "assassin"

    Sixty-four minutes later, Zhiqiu, who was full of doubts and slightly airsick, stepped off the ramp of the plane and stepped onto the sunny airport runway.  The fresh breeze blew the lapel of Zhiqiu's tweed jacket, and the spacious space was really wonderful.  He glanced around, seeing green valleys nearby and snow-capped peaks in the distance.  (To be continued.

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