Chapter 221

Room 4125.

Smith sat quietly on the sofa with a black briefcase on the long table in front of him. But there was no so-called trading goods in the bag, but a silencing pistol that had been loaded.

He has done such a job many times and is already familiar with it. But somehow, looking at the closed door, Smith was suddenly nervous.

It seems that when the door opens, I will see the most terrible thing in my life.

Worse than the midnight train.

"Dong Dong..."

The door was knocked.

Smith didn't move because he knew that the other party also had the room card of the house.

Sure enough, after a while, I only heard the sound of "click" electronic card swiping, and the door opened.

A tall woman came in. She was wearing a black windbreaker, her long black hair hung down to her waist, and a pair of huge black sunglasses covered most of her face.

Seeing Smith sitting on the sofa, the woman who was about to close the door with her back hand was stunned. She stood at the door stiff and motionless.

Smith also felt that the other party looked familiar, but he also thought he had seen his peers before. He suddenly became vigilant, stood up cautiously, smiled and said, "don't you close the door first?"

The woman was silent. After a moment, she slowly closed the door and walked slowly to Smith.

Looking at the women getting closer and closer, Smith felt more and more familiar with each other, and it was not generally familiar. It seemed that he knew the root and the bottom, that is, the familiarity of his family and friends around him.

But he still didn't recognize the woman.

Men are dull in some ways.

Smith was a little flustered. His hands began to tremble at work for the first time. But he still tried to maintain his basic quality and reluctantly said with a smile, "then let's start?"

The woman still didn't speak. Her eyes stared at Smith through dark glasses. After a moment, she reached out and handed the briefcase to Smith.

Smith hesitated. He knew he should now pick up the briefcase on the table, pretend to trade, take out his gun and kill the other party. But somehow, Smith's heart panicked.

Almost subconsciously, Smith said the wisest words of his life: "don't you feel black with sunglasses in the room?"

The woman was silent, raised her trembling fingers, slowly took off her sunglasses, revealing a pair of beautiful, bright and familiar big eyes.

“……”

Smith shook his body, sat down on the sofa and looked at the sad woman: "Jane... How could it be you?"

Jane pursed her lips and tried to restrain her emotion: "why can't it be me?"

"But..." Smith looked at his wife's dress and finally realized, "are you the same as me?"

Jane took off her wig and nodded, "that's right."

"When?"

"Always!"

"Then Colombia..."

"Yes, it was then!"

Smith looked up and smiled bitterly: "I didn't expect that my last job was you."

At this moment, Smith suddenly realized all the anomalies before his wife.

Jane said coldly, "this is the opportunity for the company to warn you that there is no saying of early retirement in our business."

Smith looked at his wife, whose face was solemn, but her eyes were red, and her mouth was full of bitterness: "it seems that I can't complete this retirement task."

Jane slowly drew a pistol from her briefcase and pointed at Smith: "if you can't finish it, you'll have to die."

Smith sighed and closed his eyes. "Then do it, honey."

After a long time, there was no gunshot.

Jane youyou said, "come to the restaurant and have the last dinner with me."

Smith opened his eyes slightly surprised and looked at Jane. Jane wouldn't turn around and open the door. Smith quickly got up and followed. The couple took the stairs to the restaurant on the first floor.

Looking at the table already reserved, Smith doubted, "did you make a reservation in advance?"

Jane shrugged. "After all, the last date wasn't finished because of the car explosion."

Smith laughed when a waiter came forward to take Jane's windbreaker and was waved away by Smith. He personally helped his wife take off her windbreaker, opened the seat and let Jane sit down.

"Would you like a bottle of champagne?"

Asked the waiter.

Jane glanced at Smith and said with a faint smile, "no, champagne is for celebration. A bottle of red wine."

Smith laughed. "Give me a bottle of whisky, the strongest one. You'd better keep the lighter on."

The waiter looked at the two men and women strangely, but the well-trained man quickly covered up his eyes and nodded away.

After the waiter left, Smith smiled softly, "do you still want to kill me?"

Jane smiled. "Of course, it's my job, isn't it?"

Smith curled his lips: "so what model company is fake, and those so-called models are the same as you?"

Jane smiled. "Are you glad you've never hooked up with them?"

Smith took a gentle breath, nodded and said, "good."

Then the waiter pushed the dining car over, opened the wine, and put the red wine and whisky in front of Mr. and Mrs. Smith. However, before Smith could do it, Jane reached for the whisky and drank it directly.

"..." the waiter blinked and looked at Jane as usual. He couldn't help swallowing saliva and hurriedly pushed the dining car away.

Smith filled Jane's glass reluctantly: "I remember you only drink red wine."

Jane chuckled, "you said you were an ordinary investment adviser!"

Smith said, "it's much better than John Wick's fashion designer."

Jane picked up her glass and drank it again.

Two large glasses of whisky with a height of several, no matter how good it is. Jane rose with a blush on her cheeks and a little shaky. She walked around the table to Smith and stretched out her hand to pull up her husband: "come and dance with me."

Smith said reluctantly, "you've drunk too much, honey, why don't we go home."

"I hate it. I'm still working. How can I go home?"

Jane took Smith into the dance floor in the middle of the restaurant. Coincidentally, when they came in, the slow dance music just ended, followed by a happy tango.

Jane took Smith's hand, and the snake's waist twisted according to the rhythm of the music. After a moment, she turned around lightly and came behind Smith. Her hands were like octopus and hugged Smith tightly.

"Why didn't you kill me?"

The heat was on Smith's ear.

Smith felt the plump body close to his back and sighed, "I never thought about it and would never do it."

"But I thought, after I found out your identity before, I thought."

"You already know my true identity?"

"Hee hee, of course, you were squatting in Times Square and my gun was aimed at your head."

Then Jane groped down Smith's body with both hands, attached her red lips to his ears and whispered, "since you don't want to kill me, why are you carrying so many weapons?"

Smith coughed and his lips were dry. "That's the gun I've had since I was born."

Jane giggled, turned around and attached herself to Smith. Her hot body twisted and squatted slowly from top to bottom.

Next to an old couple dancing slowly, their eyes have been straight. Smith felt Jane's bold and hot touch and smiled slightly embarrassed.

Then Jane suddenly retched, covered her chest, got up and hurried to the bathroom.

Smith moved his neck a little proudly, returned to his table, drank red wine and tried to calm himself down.

It seems that there will be a long lost battle between the couple tonight!

He was thinking happily. Suddenly, a scream came from the direction of the bathroom. Several men and women ran out of the women's bathroom in panic.

Before Smith could react, "boom", the women's bathroom exploded!