Yan Jiucheng lay on the sofa with his eyes closed. He heard the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground from the screen. Needless to say, it should be the sound of falling to the ground after being assassinated, dull and terrifying.

I also heard the crowd screaming in horror and footsteps.

There are also birds crying and children's laughter.

I don’t know how long I spent in the room, but he clearly remembered that he had watched films of fifty-eight scientists, from all countries, their contributions, their tragic situation of their murder, and the project that nearly 100 people worked hard for twenty or thirty years overnight and fell into a tragedy of death.

The day before, I was happy with my family, but the day after, I was separated by yin and yang.

The old man was right, he didn't look, but he couldn't stop himself from not listening. After listening, he would always be unable to control himself from opening his eyes and taking a look.

And every look made Yan Jiucheng's heart tremble.

Anyone with normal values ​​will feel compassion when facing the death of kind people, not to mention that the death of a scientist who devotes his life, a great person who represents the light of mankind, and a genius that Yan Jiucheng has only seen in books.

If his abilities can help them and save them in front of the god of death, it seems to be a matter of course, but every time his mind trembles, Yan Jiucheng will think of his parents and deliberately and vigorously make himself think of his parents.

Parents are his weakness, and they are the family he will definitely care about. How can the family accept that the children they raised since childhood are engaged in such a dangerous career?

In the midst of the contradiction, Yan Jiucheng closed his eyes again.

He ate five meals, all of which were his favorite flavors. Several dishes even looked like the taste of his mother himself. He drank twelve glasses of water.

Finally, after the 58th scientist's film was played, the room became quiet.

Yan Jiucheng knew that this wave was temporarily over.

"Okay, you've finished the video, I know what you mean, like this, one hundred billion dollars." He stood up and stretched out a finger: "Give me this number, I'll help you."

During the film screening, Yan Jiucheng had already thought of a countermeasure: as long as the other party feels that although he is capable but cannot trust him, he will be given up by the organization.

After hearing this, the old man stretched out his tongue to moisten his lips with a smile.

A person who can be impressed by money is not enough to take on such a great responsibility.

If one of the top scientists needs hundreds of millions or even one billion people to produce, then the same is true for special talents like Yan Jiuzheng.

But character is often more important than talent.

Gu Miqing closed her eyes, her long eyelashes were like fake, casting a shadow of anxiety on her face. She stretched out her hand and rubbed her nose and looked at the old man: "Leader, he cares about us asking for money, what should we do next."

The old man looked at Jiuzheng on the screen and smiled, clenched his fists with both hands, loosened the bones of his fingers, and made a clatter.

"This little wolf cub..." The old man stretched out his hand and touched his nose.

The door is open.

The light entered through the door, making Yan Jiucheng, who had been alone, feel a little dazed. At that moment, he even thought he had hallucinations.

The ears were buzzing, and it was so uncomfortable.

The old man and Gu Miqing stood at the door, with several men in black behind him.

"Have you considered it?" the old man asked kindly.

"Then have you considered it?" Yan Jiucheng stretched out his middle finger, revealing his wolf-like teeth and making a hoarse laugh: "It's just one hundred billion US dollars. Is this valuable scientist that you call me, isn't this number worth it?"

Hahahahahaha.

The old man laughed.

"The appetite is quite big," he said.

Yan Jiucheng also felt guilt and even shame in his heart. He also felt the enthusiasm of the hero dreams of a child several times, and the enthusiasm of giving his head and sprinkling his blood, especially Gu Miqing's contemptuous eyes, which he couldn't stand.

But for the sake of family, what are these?

Family is the most important, most important, and most important thing. Yan Jiucheng keeps telling himself.

Fighting with overseas agents and terrorists?

I am not a soldier, nor an employee of a government department, nor even a party member, but an ordinary citizen. I don’t have to go to this messy water.

"Then you go." The old man walked over to Yan Jiucheng and stretched out his hand: "Remember, you signed a confidentiality agreement. After you go home, you can't say a word of these things."

"Really? I... can I go home?" Yan Jiucheng couldn't believe it.

"Of course, we can't force you." The old man stretched out his hand and patted his shoulder: "Thank you for your hard work these days, I would like to express my sincerest apology to you."

"Can I go back? You won't..." Yan Jiucheng glanced at them vigilantly.

"A person who is so greedy for money and fears death cannot be entrusted to you. Go away, don't worry, promise your TV station to be compiled as usual, we believe it." Gu Miqing said.

She stepped forward and walked towards Yan Jiucheng.

Everything is the same as Yan Jiucheng expected. The other party judged that others were not trusted and gave up because they were not trusted.

Gu Miqing took a pair of glasses and gently handed them to Yan Jiucheng: "Wear these glasses, you will know how the expert was attacked. When you figure it out, just put it on. The video has been put on your computer at home, and it is hidden, and the password is 022."

022.

Yan Jiucheng recited it silently. At this time, he didn't know what the password represented, nor did he know that he would accompany this number in the future, with bullets and bullets, and his life was hanging on a thread.

"No need." Yan Jiucheng didn't take those glasses.

"I am just an ordinary person, and I just want to live an ordinary life." He seemed to endure something when he said this.

"Okay." The old man smiled and nodded at Gu Miqing.

Gu Miqing looked at Yan Jiucheng and smiled. A mysterious fragrance came over. Yan Jiucheng smelled the mysterious fragrance again. The moment he smelled it, he quickly held his breath, but it was too late.

With a clang.

He fell to the sofa and fainted again.

The old man walked up and squatted down.

"What a magical brain." He said, gently touching the back of Yan Jiuzheng's head, carefully, as if he was touching a wonderful work of art.

"Will he agree?" Gu Miqing asked.

"Yes." The old man was very sure.

"Are you so sure?" Gu Miqing was a little confused.

"Child." The old man rubbed his hands: "Some people are born in this business, just like Yan Jiucheng. God gave him extraordinary abilities. He is destined to have an extraordinary life. Some people in this world are gifted. This is a hero destined by God and cannot escape. No one can ignore the food that God has given."

As he said that, the old man pointed to the sky.

Sometimes, when you have genius abilities in a certain aspect, your life will be destined to be unusual. Some people will reach the peak of their lives and enjoy the glory and wealth that ordinary people cannot enjoy, while others will go deep into hell and feel the purgatory that ordinary people cannot bear.

Yan Jiucheng was pushed by fate and pushed into purgatory.

"His parents need us to intervene..."

"No need." The old man shook his head and interrupted Gu Miqing's words: "Parents are his bottom line, we cannot move his bottom line, and we cannot have any technical means to intervene with his family."

Anyone with outstanding abilities is wild, like a wild wolf, and he will never obey the other party.

Only Jiang Taigong can take the bait if he fishes.

The old man took the pair of seemingly ordinary glasses and put them in Yan Jiuzheng's top pocket, then stood up and said, "Let the wolf return to the mountain."

"yes!"

The two men wearing gloves immediately raised Yan Jiucheng and walked out of the door, disappearing at the end of the corridor.

The old man watched, and he looked at that direction for a long time until Yan Jiucheng left his field of vision.

It is not easy for a wild wolf to return to the mountain and to return to the wolf?

And once the wolf turns back...

When the wolf turns back, it either repays gratitude or takes revenge.
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