Starting from the lifting of human restrictions

Chapter 103 Funeral
American Consulate in Hong Kong.

A man who looked similar to most Asian Chinese in appearance, but dressed casually, after entering the consulate, took out a document and passed through the guards' interrogation, and hurried through the upstairs office area. With a bang, he broke into the door of an office with an economic affairs signboard.

"Oh shit, what are you doing here?"

Behind the desk, a middle-aged Caucasian ghost with a high nose and deep eyes, wearing a well-tailored handmade suit, looked at the Asian Chinese man who broke into his office, and stood up suddenly.

The Chinese man swallowed, took a breath, and said anxiously: "Mr. Counselor, I have something urgent to report to you."

"Wait."

The high-nosed, deep-eyed ghost made a silent gesture, first walked to the door and looked left and right, then led the Asian Chinese man to the reception table beside him, and turned on a vinyl record player , The melodious music sounded immediately.

After finishing all this, the tall-nosed and deep-eyed ghost signaled the Asian Chinese man to speak, "Tell me, what is it?"

"Missing, Mr. Counselor, Jason Bourne is missing."

The Asian Chinese man said nervously, "The last clue I was able to track down seemed to be that Jason Bourne had contact with the target at the Kowloon City ferry terminal and then disappeared."

"So the mission failed?"

The middle-aged ghost known as the counselor frowned, with some doubts between his brows and eyes, "They promised me that this time they sent out a secret weapon that had been hidden all along, how could this mission fail and just disappear? "

"Mr. Counselor, what should we do next? The target is too dangerous. Recently, various forces have been eyeing the target, but none of them succeeded." The Asian Chinese man continued.

"I see." The ghost called the counselor seemed to ponder for a moment and nodded, "You continue to let your people watch, and at the same time keep track of the movements of other parties. Of course, you'd better be careful. If you are discovered or If you are found out, no one will recognize your identity."

"Understood, understood." The Asian Chinese man nodded repeatedly, "We are just doing our own work, and we won't move around at will."

beep beep-

While the two were communicating, the BP machine on the waist of the Asian Chinese man suddenly rang.

The Asian Chinese man quickly looked down, only to see a few words appear on the BP machine.

【Kowloon Funeral Parlor】

"What's the matter?" Gui Lao, who is called the counselor, looked at the Asian Chinese man and glanced at the BP machine, his expression changed, and he asked immediately.

"The target, the target appeared in the Kowloon funeral home." The Asian Chinese man said hastily.

Gui Lao, who was called the counselor, frowned, "What is he doing there?"

"According to the information we learned from the Hong Kong Island police, the reason why the target hanged Tao Hongsheng and his son was because Tao Hongsheng's son killed one of his friends." The Asian Chinese man said cautiously.

"Damn it!" Hearing this answer, Gui Lao, the so-called counselor, cursed in a low voice, "I have understood the situation, you can leave through the back door, and I will contact you if there is any need for cooperation."

"Yes." The Asian Chinese man nodded and left.

After the Asian Chinese man left, the ghost went to the phone at the desk, dialed a phone number, and soon the phone was connected, and a deep male voice came from the other end of the phone: "What's the matter?" Want to report to me?"

"Conklin, the hound you sent is missing."

……

The drizzle made the sky a bit more blue.

Cars stopped outside the Kowloon funeral home.

A large number of people in black suits and sunglasses stepped out of the car with solemn expressions and walked towards the Kowloon funeral home.

"Big brother is here."

"Brother, can you tell me a few words, when will your new film be released?"

Many tabloid reporters waiting around looked at Sanbao getting off from a Mercedes-Benz and shouted loudly.

Sanbao looked solemn, his fat body made a black suit bulging, looked at the swarming crowd, waved his hands, and five or six dragon and tiger warriors who were also solemnly dressed immediately opened their hands and waved those who seemed to want to The interview crowd was separated outside.

In an open space far away from the funeral parlor, Yang Chu was rarely seen wearing a black suit and holding a black umbrella. He stood solemnly beside a flower bed of a landscape tree, looking at the funeral ceremony being held in the funeral parlor from a distance. funeral.

"Do those hidden in the crowd need to be dealt with?" A voice came from behind Yang Chu.

In a black suit, white shirt and red tie, 47 with no hair on his head appeared behind Yang Chu at some point, holding a silencer pistol in his right hand.

The drizzle wet his bald head and clothes, his eyelids drooped, but his eyes seemed to follow Yang Chu to look at the crowd at the gate of the funeral parlor in the distance, and the words he said were full of murderous intent.

"no need."

Holding an umbrella with one hand, Yang Chu replied in a flat voice, "It should be quiet there today."

He has long seen many "abnormal people" in the crowd, the characteristics that are different from ordinary people, and the eyes that look around from time to time, it is difficult to hide in his observation and information capture.

"That's only 23 people."

47 After hearing Yang Chu’s words, he added, “I have checked their identities, three of them may be from the CIA, four are from the Security Bureau, two are from the Sixth Office of the Central Intelligence Agency, and six others are unknown. .The remaining eight I can recognize, they are from the Divine Providence."

"Divine meeting?"

Yang Chu's expression remained unchanged, but he turned his head slightly to glance at 47 beside him, "This name has appeared in Li Hong's information, and it has something to do with you?"

"If it wasn't for them last time, if 'Father' hadn't contacted them, No. 6 and I would have completely destroyed that place and completely liberated everyone." 47's voice was cold, but for the first time there seemed to be a hint of anger in the coldness. mood.

"It seems that the world is actually very small."

Although Yang Chu is not very clear about what 47 said, he can probably guess some of it.

With all the abilities displayed by people like 47, how could they be easily controlled and imprisoned? During the growth of these clones, there must have been more than one "rebellion" or "escape".

And 47's last "rebellion", perhaps because of this secret meeting of the divine will, failed.

At the same time, Yang Chu also remembered the short and fat man and the shadow-like killer he saw in the study of Tao Hongsheng's mansion.

At that time, the almost fanatical self-confidence and the threat to him in the tone of the chunky man seemed to be referring to the secret society, an organization hidden in the dark.

"The man you were chasing that day, I saw him at the exit of the airport. He was connected at the airport. He should also be from the CIA."

47 quietly put away the suppressed pistol, and said again in a calm voice.

Bourne noticed 47 at the airport that day, and also wrote down the number tattooed on the back of his head, and 47 noticed his movements.

"There are already so many messy people, I don't care if there are more of them, and their appearance, to me, is really good."

Yang Chu didn't care about the purpose of the white man who jumped into the sea and escaped that 47 mentioned, as long as he knew the origin of the other party.

Since the Soviet Union had plans to super-soldier, transform humans, and strengthen humans, as did Germany, it is not surprising that American has such a similar plan and has even made progress.

Yang Chu is now even full of expectations for the CIA or American's "Super Soldier" plan.

"The boat still has an hour to go, and it takes about 10 minutes to make a detour in the middle to avoid being followed by people."

After standing for a while, 47 raised his watch to look at the time, and spoke to Yang Chu.

"Let's go."

Yang Chuyao glanced at the funeral home, turned and left.

　I will take my father to have a physical examination tomorrow morning. There will be no updates tonight. Thank you for your support!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)