Starting from the lifting of human restrictions

Chapter 249
Virginia.

Richmond, the state capital at night, has the hustle and bustle of a big city during the day, but also has a different kind of tranquility at night.

The James River flowing from northwest to southeast, Haohaotangtang.

Outside a roadside cafe by the river, a black business car crossed the corner street and stopped slowly outside the cafe.

A tall, slender woman in a black short-sleeved dress stepped on a pair of strappy high-heeled sandals and stepped down from the driver's seat of the car.

The woman who got out of the car was not young. She was about 40 years old. She had red hair, high forehead and high cheekbones, straight nose, plump lips, and typical Celtic features. She must have been pretty and charming when she was young, but now she has darker nasolabial folds and crow's feet on her face after years of baptism, but it has not lost her color too much, on the contrary she looks more confident and mature.

The light blue eyes reveal shrewdness and toughness, as well as wisdom and elegance in the face of various complicated things.

After getting out of the car, the middle-aged woman strode away, opened the door and walked into this unknown coffee shop on the bank of the river.

The furnishings in the coffee shop are a little old. Under the soothing music and the slightly dim light, it can be seen that there are only a few customers in twos and threes in the seats in the whole coffee shop.

The woman glanced around the hall, and then walked towards the seat in the corner of the coffee shop, which is the innermost side of the back door, and also the corner with the widest view but the least noticeable.

A figure was already sitting on the seat in the corner.

The figure lowered its head, but it had quite obvious appearance features.

"You shouldn't have stopped your mission suddenly last time."

The woman walked up to this tall figure and sat down, leaning her slender neck slightly forward, as if she was asking questions, with a bit of concern mixed in her tone.

"Diana, I have to."

A hoarse, low voice sounded.

Sitting opposite the elegant middle-aged woman was a bald man in a black suit and red tie.

Exactly 47.

The middle-aged woman sitting face to face with 47 is Diana Burnwood, a handler of the ICA and 47's direct contact.

ICA, also known as the International Contract Intermediary Office, is actually the largest killer organization in the world, and has always maintained close cooperative relations with the secret agencies of Western powers.

The Military Intelligence Department, as well as some agencies such as the FBI, CIA, and Secret Service in the United States, will let the ICA, a hidden agency, be responsible for dealing with crises and problems that cannot be resolved in an official capacity.

"I've learned a little information."

Diana Burnwood slowly sat back in her seat, with her hands folded in front of her lower abdomen. Although she was not young, her movements were still elegant and ladylike, showing that she had received advanced etiquette education. She asked in a very rational and calm voice, "I want to know why."

47 did not answer for a while.

His right hand is habitually placed under the table, which seems to be convenient for him to draw the gun as quickly as possible, so as to be vigilant and face any possible crisis.

The slender and strong fingers of the left hand held a slender spoon, stirring the cup of hot coffee in front of him without haste.

Diana Burnwood watched 47 stir the coffee, and she was not in a hurry to rush, but just looked at him quietly.

47's actions and demeanor at this moment are unprecedented in her eyes.

The two have known each other for almost 20 years, and their relationship is complicated. They are killers and agents, employers and aides, and friends and enemies. Many times, they achieve each other and use each other, even between friends. more intimate relationship.

She thinks she knows enough about 47, and she understands many things about 47 that she may not be able to realize. She knows everything clearly.

But at this moment, Diana Burnwood realized for the first time that she still had many unresolved doubts about 47 in front of her.

The most critical point is not that 47 is hiding something, or that there is something that Diana Burnwood has never understood.

Rather——During the last mission, 47 suddenly appeared to stop.

When a character is halfway through the execution, he suddenly stops continuing, but changes his goal to pursue other things.

This has never happened to 20 in the past ten or 47 years.

From their initial contact to when Diana Burnwood became 47's agent, they rarely missed the missions they performed in the ICA.

In the international arena, no matter which organization it is, it has a considerable reputation.

This mission is actually not particularly important, at least in Diana Burnwood's view, it is just a very ordinary assassination mission.

But the crux of the problem is that 47 changed in the middle.

Suddenly dropped the task and switched to other things. For a killer, compared with him, he has more human emotions and is more terrifying and untrustworthy.

That's why Diana Burnwood, who crossed half of American, appeared in a small cafe on the James River in Richmond.

"He's a clone."

After a long time, 47 slowly spit out a word.

"so what……"

Diana Burnwood's expression remained unchanged, she just said indifferently, "Could it be that he is your clone? Or do you have the same 'father'?"

She already knew about 47's origin and past.

And 47 stopped the original mission, and suddenly turned to India to pursue clues. She also got some clues through other channels, that is, a cloning project in New Delhi, India, in which a new clone appeared and escaped. laboratory.

So Diana was not surprised by what 47 said, and the two even performed several missions between clones.

But in Diana Burnwood's view, these are far from enough to make 47 drop the mission and suddenly pursue other things.

"No, he and I don't have any genetic similarities."

Sure enough, 47 slowly raised his head, looked at Diana Burnwood and said, "The cloning technology we created may have similarities, but in a physiological sense, we don't care."

"Then I'm really surprised, what does he have to do with you?" Diana Burnwood gradually had doubts and curiosity on her face.

Sitting in front of her at this moment, 47 showed emotions that had never been seen in decades.

She naturally knew that this tall and stern killer was not completely emotionless, but it was impossible to show so much like this at this moment.

47 pondered for a while before slowly speaking, "He is my friend. To be precise, he is a clone of my friend."

"Friend?" For the first time, Diana showed surprise on her face.

In the decades she has known 47, she has never heard of this word, whether from other sources or from 47.

What made her even more unexpected was that she could hardly believe that 47 would still have friends.

And when 47 said the word friend, she could clearly feel the solemnity in 47's tone.

47 slowly put down the coffee in his hand, stood up suddenly, and walked towards the door.

After taking two steps, he stopped again, turned his back to Diana Burnwood, and said word by word, "He shouldn't be cloned."

"It's already there, isn't it?"

Diana turned her head slightly, and said lightly, "The various relationships behind him are very complicated. As far as I know, several forces are already looking for him."

"No matter who comes, I will find him first."

47 finished the last sentence in a somewhat cold tone, and walked towards the door of the coffee shop.

(End of this chapter)