666 Is success a privilege for the paranoid? (Chinese)

The moon is dark and the wind is high, which generally describes such a night. (Niuwen Novel~ Reading Novels on the Internet) Looking up in the wilderness, I couldn't see a trace of starlight. The tall tree, with the wetness after the rain last night, a drop of cold water dripped down, hitting its neck, making people shiver involuntarily.

Looking back, there seemed to be some faint lights flashing in the distance, and there was a faint barking of dogs and humans. But the three people in the wilderness didn't care too much. They were all thinking about leaving here as soon as possible, the farther away, the better, the faster, the better.

Cheng Ren squinted his eyes in the dark night, and tried to identify the figure of Lao Lun who was leading the way through a few steps. Finally, he reached the edge of the woodland, Lao Lun curled his waist and crossed the road like a wild cat. Cheng Ren identified the direction and was about to jump onto the road when suddenly some sound seemed to be heard from a distance. He hesitated for a moment, and suddenly a bright light swept around the corner. He was shocked, subconsciously crawling in place and lying in the bushes. In less than a minute, an off-road truck full of soldiers roared past with the sound of the wind, and then the second and third...

Cheng Ren held his breath and lay motionless on the ground. He closed his eyes, as if he had died there. For some reason, the first image that flashed through his mind was the girl jumping down from the upper floor and flying in the air. Maybe this was fate? That was not the first time he saw a boy named Peng cheating and using both soft and hard to a girl, but that was the first time. He knew that there were still some people in this world who had persistence and courage that ordinary people did not have. It was because of the woman named Wen Chu that he lost his job and lost interest in doing that job. Maybe it was because of her that he took on this desperate errand and trapped himself in this strange place on the border of the southern border.

I don’t know how long it took, but the convoy that seemed to have no end finally passed. Cheng Ren put one ear on the ground, listened carefully for a while, jumped up, crossed the road quickly, lowered his voice and called Lao Lun twice.

The insects were chirping, and there seemed to be a sound of birds, but no one responded. Cheng Ren shouted again. He waited patiently for two minutes, and finally confirmed that the old acquaintance who had carried the gun with him, had prostitution, had been in the same village and had been in the same window and abandoned him at a critical moment of life and death. At this time, he was familiar with the terrain and of course, he was less burdened and easier to get out. What's more, he might have another identity nearby and could sneak into ordinary residents. It would be too eye-catching to bring him, a foreigner.

In the dark and moonless night, Cheng Ren suddenly sneered. He thought to himself that the world had changed. Whether it was the lawless former employer or the treacherous old comrade-in-arms, they were not a guy to rely on, or that there was no one who was trustworthy except himself. He squatted down, fumbled in his backpack for a moment, took out a small flashlight, and with the faint light, he took out a portable satellite positioner. Being prepared for any eventuality has always been his principle of doing things. And this time, his caution might save his life.

Sitting in the wet wilderness, Cheng Ren determined his direction. Turning off the flashlight, he closed his eyes and pondered the direction and plan, and without hesitation, he took out the pistol in his pocket and threw it into the grass. He stood up, and in the dark night he began to move towards the end of his life...

Seeing the hut at the corner, Cheng Ren breathed hard, just like a traveler in the desert, he finally discovered the water source after more than ten days of drought.

This hut was bought by him a few years ago and was very close to the hut in his hometown. He kept his vigilance, walked closer, pretended to be like a passerby and looked around, then turned back, opened the door, and entered. It took a long time since he came, there was a thin layer of dust on the bed on the table. He didn't mind, so he wiped it casually, and then lay down on the bed, and suddenly felt like he was nervous.

Squinted his eyes and rested his head on the pillow, he thought about it carefully again. This time he was temporarily pulled over there by Lao Lun to be his bodyguard. Even if the government had a list of trafficking groups that needed to be wiped out, he would not be on it. As for Lao Lun, even if he was caught, there was no reason to lead himself in, because he would not get any benefits from it. For him, this was just an extremely lucky adventure. Fortunately, he walked out of that damn place and finally came back safely, so he could just think that it was just a nightmare.

As he thought about it, Cheng Ren calmed down and fell asleep. In the past two weeks, he had not even had a good night's sleep, and his mental fatigue had reached its peak.

I don't know how long it took, but he finally woke up from his sleep. He opened his eyes slightly and seemed to feel a light. His mind was still muddy and his reaction was very slow. After a while, he opened his eyes. The next moment, he sat up and looked at the two people sitting by the table opposite the bed. They each held a book in their hands, as if they were waiting for him to wake up patiently.

Cheng Ren shook his head vigorously, sure that he was not in the dream. His heart was beating wildly, but he tried not to show a look of panic on his face. Looking up, he suddenly realized that the young man was very familiar with him. Two seconds later, he recognized him, his heart skipped a beat, but a silly smile appeared on his face, "Mr. Jiang?" He greeted with some uncertainty.

Jiang Zhihan smiled gently, "It's me... We've only arrived for a while, so you can sleep again."

Cheng Ren coughed and stood up, feeling his hands and feet were still weak, probably because he had been resting for too long after excessive fatigue. He glanced at him. The middle-aged man beside Jiang Zhihan was not tall, but strong, and he looked like a trainer. Cheng Ren recalled that day when Jiang Zhihan and Peng Yuantao's bodyguards took action. His skills were about the same as him, and the men around him should not be worse than him. Besides, he went into the house while he was sleeping, but did nothing. Waiting for him to wake up patiently, he must be confident and fearless.

After thinking about this section, Cheng Ren sat down honestly and sat on the edge of the bed. He took out a cigarette from the pillow and greeted, "Come on one?"

Seeing that the other party shook his head and refused, he didn't mind, so he picked up the lighter and lit it for himself, taking a deep breath.

Few people know about his residence, how could Jiang Zhihan know? How could he appear when he just fled back from the south? Did he keep looking for someone to follow him? Why was that? Cheng Ren's mind was running quickly, but his face looked intoxicated as he enjoyed smoking.

He and Jiang Zhihan had only one contact in the past. Did he still remember that, think about revenge, or do something else? Looking at the young man in his twenties who smiled warmly at the table like an old friend, he suddenly felt a chill on his back.

What exactly does he want to do?

How could he appear here?

Cheng Ren vomited a puff of smoke and realized in his heart that the situation was not under his control. All he could do was just wait quietly for the other party's purpose.
Chapter completed!