Chapter 3： misfortune

(The story has just begun, and the excitement is behind. Every old and new friend who passed by, remember to collect it!)

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When the doctors were divergent there, Ye Xiu's figure was already sitting in a taxi.

"Harlem community."

While giving out an address, Ye Xiu pulled off the mask on his face, revealing that delicate and slightly pale face.

Without reason, when the taxi driver heard about the Harlem community, a look of disgust flashed in his eyes, and Ye Xiu closed his eyes and began to refresh himself.

It is not too easy for him to perform such a difficult operation. The entire operation requires a high degree of concentration and consumes a lot of energy.

Harlem community, a famous slum in New York.

Dilapidated houses, messy people of all colors, vulgar screams from time to time...

All of them are in sharp contrast with the glamorous and wealthy areas such as Manhattan and Long Island not far away.

Walking on the trails of the community, Ye Xiu's brows wrinkled slightly as he listened to the vulgar curses of blacks that came from time to time.

To be honest, he doesn't like it very much. The noisy and messy environment is okay. What he can't stand the most is the ugly appearance of the **** who are drinking and drug addicts...

He did not understand why the old man chose his address here.

The old man is definitely not short of money, although he never asked how much he would cost for an operation, but he believed that with the old man’s character, he would never undercharge the Dean Blanc. Look at that Bran Every time Dean Ke mentioned the old man’s name, he could still imagine the sad look on his face. For so many years, he had performed various operations everywhere and made money, even if he bought it in Manhattan. One of the most expensive villas should be enough.

Why live in such a dark and messy corner.

He also asked the old man once, but every time the old man answered him with three words, ‘I like it’, which made him super speechless.

Fortunately, Ye Xiu is not a person who has high requirements for the quality of life. He also doesn't care about the living environment. Moreover, since childhood, he has long been accustomed to the mysteries of the old man. strange.

Walking through the two alleys, seeing the old and familiar little house in front came into view, Ye Xiu couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth. Even though it was very shabby, he was temporarily settled there. He’s home, where lived the most important and dearest person in his life, an old man who was drunk and drunk all day long, with no shaved hair and beard for half a year, a weird temper, sometimes good talking, sometimes But the old man who was so bitter that made people cut him off, an old man who taught him this superb medical skill and countless skills.

Every time he went out, returned here, and looked at the small building, he felt a sense of relaxation and kindness in his heart.

Putting away the smile at the corner of his mouth, Ye Xiu was about to speed up and walk towards the cabin.

But at the moment Ye Xiu's footsteps had just started, a strong anxiety and warning suddenly emerged from his heart. A look of vigilance appeared on his face, and his steps stopped subconsciously.

This is a keen intuition, this kind of intuition has repeatedly allowed him to get his life back on the death line.

His gaze did not scan around, nor did he make any unnecessary movements. It seemed to be casual and ordinary, and he continued to move forward, but his direction turned to the corner of another alley.

As soon as he reached the corner, Ye Xiu's figure jumped forward suddenly and into the alley, squatting down at the root of the wall.

"boom!"

And at the moment Ye Xiu just squatted down, a violent explosion sounded. Accompanied by this explosion, the entire ground trembled violently.

not good!

Old man!

Hearing this loud noise, Ye Xiu's face suddenly turned pale. Although the explosion just now was extremely violent and the loud noise almost pierced the eardrums, Ye Xiu still heard it. The direction of the sound comes from the small building where he lives!

Ye Xiu didn't care about anything else. He jumped out from the alley and looked towards the small building.

In the direction of the small building, smoke and dust billowed. Not only that small building, including the two small buildings next to it, all collapsed, turning into ruins, or, in other words, turning into ruins.

Among the ruins, there was a wailing sound from time to time.

Ye Xiu's eyes were red, and his hands clenched his fists tightly. His short nails were deeply pinched on the palms of his palms, almost bleeding from the palms of his palms, but he still controlled himself after all. Rush forward.

He knows that at this moment, he absolutely cannot be impulsive. If he rushes up impulsively, it has no meaning other than killing himself. Under the power of explosives like just now, the old man’s chance of survival is already It is almost nothing, and his instinct tells him that those who killed the old man may still be hiding around, waiting for his appearance!

Always calm down!

At all times, you must take your own survival as the first priority, and don't do stupid things!

Because only by living, only by living, can you have a chance. This is what the old man taught Ye Xiu!

But at this moment, Ye Xiu only felt more uncomfortable than death. He watched the closest person, exploded in smoke in front of him, but he could only stand aside and watch quietly. Can't even go up and see!

In eyes that have not shed tears for many years, tears slid down like rain.

In the blurred vision, he seemed to have heard the old man's stern scolding again, as if he had seen the old man's drunken eyes again...

He finally knows why the old man has been so weird for so many years. He has always liked dark corners when he chooses his address. It turns out that he has been hiding a certain powerful enemy...

He finally knew why, in addition to medical skills, the old man always forced him to practice fighting skills that he saw as unnecessary and uninteresting, and he would tell him from time to time what he saw. The words that came to God talked and made him unable to understand...

Everything, just because of the enemy behind the scenes!

But, old man, what have you done before, what is your true identity, and why is there such a terrifying enemy?

Old man, don't worry, no matter who did it, no matter how powerful the other party, how terrifying the forces behind the scenes, I will definitely avenge you!

For a long time, Ye Xiu watched the ruins gradually settled, watched more and more crowds around to watch the lively, and listened to the sirens of the sirens getting closer and faster, Ye Xiu turned resolutely. Leaving the scene, walking towards the other end of the alley...

He did not choose to see the old man’s body, he did not choose to take a look at the ruins of the small building where he had lived for a long time and left him with warm memories, because he knew that the most important thing for him at the moment is preservation. Survive yourself and become stronger!

An enemy that even the old man can't fight against is definitely not something he can handle now!

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New York, Manhattan.

In the presidential suite of a super five-star hotel.

"Hello everyone, this is the Harlem community. Just thirty minutes ago, in this community, there was a huge bombing that was infuriated by all people and gods. This is an extremely bad incident comparable to 9/11. , The number of casualties has reached 31...!"

On the wall of the hall, on the large LCD screen, a beautifully beautiful reporter stood in front of a Harlem community that had just been bombed into ruins, holding the microphone, in an excited tone, and reporting what had just happened. A bad incident.

In the screen, in front of the ruins, a group of policemen are constantly busy there, and from time to time there are people of all skin colors crying and wailing...

On the million-dollar sofa in the hall, a white-faced, handsome-looking man shook the bright red wine glass in his hand gracefully, staring at the large-screen TV in front, watching the piles of ruins on the TV, and watching The female reporter, who had a face of indignation and righteous condemnation of the bombing, looked at the policeman of State M, who justly stated that she would firmly and resolutely catch the terrorists who committed the attack, with a ridiculous expression on her lips.

"Tuk Tuk."

There was a soft knock at the door.

"In."

The man's voice is the same as his handsome appearance, full of magnetism, but his words are very concise.

An old man with silver hair pushed open the door and walked into the hall. Although the old man had silver hair and his face looked quite old, his eyes were very sharp, and his stature, suit and leather shoes, his silver hair was meticulously combed. , The shoes on the feet are also black and shiny, spotlessly clean.

Entering the hall, the old man walked up to the handsome man, bent over gracefully, and performed a standard aristocratic etiquette.

"Is your identity confirmed?"

The handsome man raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Already completely certain, that person is undoubtedly number one."

The old man replied respectfully. When he mentioned No. 1, a strange cold light flashed in his eyes.

"What about the clues."

A strange light flashed in the eyes of the handsome man.

"No clue was found."

The old man shook his head, a humiliated and somewhat angry look flashed in his eyes, "No. 1 seems to have sensed our presence in advance, and has eliminated all possible clues in the home in advance. We have investigated. However, all hard drives and disks have been shredded by special means, and there is no possibility of restoration."

"Damn it!"

The light in the handsome man's eyes dimmed in an instant, and his handsome face showed a hideous look. Holding the hand of the red wine glass, he threw a bitterly on the table.

"Check, check for me, check all the places he has stayed in these years, check everything he has, I don't believe that he can really leave no trace at all! In this world, there is no trace, yes. It's completely wiped out! And, I don't believe it, he is willing not to leave a trace!"

There was a cold glow in the handsome man's eyes.

"Yes!"

The old man gave a stern expression and replied respectfully.