Time Traveler

When the father and son of the Dang family were discussing the recruitment strategy, Liu Yanzhi was helping his mother cook at home. Although he hadn't slept all night, he was very energetic and not tired at all, making dumplings and chatting.

Liu Yanzhi's salary is extremely high. Kari has accumulated more than five million yuan. Although his salary card is handed over to his mother for safekeeping, the old man does not know how to use ATM, so he does not know how much money is in it. The yuan, even this figure, is enough for the elderly to be complacent, and they have enough confidence to find a daughter-in-law for themselves.

The old lady rolled the dumpling wrappers and said, "Son, mom told you about your personal situation, Aunt Zhang, and they promised to help you introduce someone. You will be forty-one after the Chinese New Year. If you don't look for it, you won't find it anymore. ."

　　 Liu Yanzhi flashed Lin Su's mind, and said casually: "You can figure it out."

　　 "You Auntie Zhang said that she has a man on hand. She hasn't married in her 30s. She works as an accountant in a large company. She graduated with a bachelor degree. She is pretty good. Would you like to meet?"

　　 "Okay." Liu Yanzhi agreed. His thoughts had already flown thousands of miles away. Refusing to go on a blind date would make his mother sad, and she wouldn't lose a piece of meat anyway.

　　 "Then my mother replied to Aunt Zhang, to make an appointment to have a meal together." The mother lifted up her apron and wiped the flour on her hands, and went to call with joy.

　　 Liu Yanzhi's cell phone rang. It was the party's patriotic call and asked him to return to the company immediately to accept the task.

　　 "Damn, you won't be crossing again." Liu Yanzhi thought of 1920, when the warlord's melee was only 20 years away from 1900, and Lin Su's whereabouts might be traced.

　　 Liu Yan took the coat straight and went out. His mother was still talking on the phone with Aunt Zhang, watching her son standing in the entrance and changing shoes, and quickly put down the phone and ran over: "Working overtime?"

　　 "Yes, work overtime, I don't know how long, I'll call you back." Liu Yan went out in a hurry, looking up at the sky, the sky was gloomy and it was going to snow.

Liu Yan drove straight away. Although he passed the extremely high subsidy, he still drove the domestic Great Wall SUV. He drove all the way to the Antai Building. He was an employee of the system and had a senior executive ID card. He swiped the card directly upstairs. Meet the patriotic party.

　　 There is only one person in the office, Dang Paiguo, and the fine snowflakes have begun to float outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. This is a cold winter, and you can feel the biting chill when standing in a warm room.

　　 "Yanzhi, there is a mission, not a crossing. You are going to the United States now to help me settle one thing. This is your passport and credit card." Dang Paiguo pointed to the pile of things on the table.

This is a Hong Kong passport with bauhinia printed on it. It is different from the one used by Liu Yanzhi to go back to the United States for missions, but it is a real passport with a real identity. It is expensive and difficult to trace the source. It is ideal for transnational crimes. tool.

　　 The credit card is also from Hong Kong. The gold card issued by Standard Chartered Bank has an overdraft limit of at least 100,000. It is also done with a fake identity. Apart from that, there is no other luggage.

　　 "Leave now?" Liu Yanzhi frowned slightly, time was too short, and he wanted to go home to eat dumplings at night.

　　 "The flight tomorrow afternoon will depart from Shanghai." Dang Aiguo Road, "Don't you want to know what the mission is?"

　　 "It's nothing more than murder." Liu Yan said flatly, putting his passport and credit card into his pocket.

"Before I explain the task, let me tell you the background of the story." The party patriotism bluntly said, "Antai is facing the crisis of bankruptcy, economic winter, political changes, Antai is such a big piece of fat, all forces are eyeing. You all want to get a share of the pie, don’t you watch the economic news, Antai’s stock is acquired by Dingli, and the party family will soon lose control."

　　 "Isn't there still Zheng Jeff?" Liu Yanzhi said nonchalantly, "We have a big backing."

Dang Paiguo Road: "Yes, Antai has a political background, but not as close as you think. We are not white gloves. We are legitimate businessmen. Therefore, when disaster is imminent, the Zheng family will not go all out to help. Menacing, swallowing the Antai real estate is only the first step. They want to obtain the wealth of the entire Antai family. This is not possible, because we have to save the world, so this behavior must be stopped."

　　 "Understood, who is the other party?" Liu Yan said straight.

　　Dang Paiguo sent a photo to Liu Yanzhi's mobile phone. On the screen was a fat man with black-rimmed glasses. He looked a lot like the plagiarism Yu Zheng. In short, he was a very annoying fat man.

"This person is called Feng Yong, nicknamed Fatty. He is the trader of Hong Kong Dingli Asset Management Company. He was the one who maliciously acquired our Antai Real Estate. According to intelligence, this guy is at ease on a small island in Hawaii. You Go and tell him for me, stop, and then it will be disastrous."

　　 "Will he listen to my advice?" Liu Yan curled his lips, "The easiest way to let him stop is to kill."

　　Party Patriotic Road: "A small punishment is enough. Killing is a blood feud, deterrence, understand?"

　　 The so-called unloading of a leg is just a fun of the party patriots. It is no different from killing a person. The business war must be step by step. At the beginning, you will enlarge your moves, and then there will be no cards to play.

　　 Liu Yan nodded straight: "Understood."

　　……

　　 Early the next morning, Liu Yan took the high-speed rail directly to Shanghai. At about 5 pm, he boarded Eastern Airlines flight MU571 and flew to Honolulu Airport.

After getting off the plane, someone responded. The party’s patriotism rebuilt the overseas intelligence system and spent a lot of money to hire a former CIA agent. Now they have abundant resources. Lao Lin is a senior CIA agent. His former students have reached the age of retirement. Teenagers are a good time to take advantage of residual heat, and Antai is a business group, not a national intelligence organization, so there is no risk.

　　 An old man with a white beard wearing a colorful Hawaiian shirt took Liu Yanzhi's suitcase politely and opened the door. This is a Pontiac Firebird from the 70s, full of old school.

　　 "Call me Wilson." The old man shook hands with Liu Yan, "Do you speak English?"

"No problem." Liu Yanzhi felt the temperature and strength coming from the palm of the old man. This is an old and healthy guy. He got in the car and sat in the passenger seat, looking at the palm trees outside the window and the tourists in summer clothes. Most compatriots.

　　 "There are things you need in the glove box." Wilson reminded, "Do you think it fits?"

　　 Liu Yan straightly opened the glove box. Inside was a P228 pistol with a silencer and two clip bullets.

"The target lives on a small island. He rented it. It is only ten nautical miles from the coast and can be reached by boat. However, the private island is difficult to approach. There should be no less than three bodyguards with guns on the island, maybe more. Who knows." Wilson dipped his cigar and drove the car fast, the destination was the dock.

　　 "Are there any planes? Seaplanes, I'm in a hurry." Liu Yan was able to test the guns, and Wilson glanced at him and nodded. This kid is a veteran.

　　 "You can rent it, the price is very expensive." Wilson hit the reverse and went to another dock, a dock with a seaplane.

　　……

　　 Feng Yong is still sleeping in his villa. It is nine o'clock in the morning Hawaii time. His schedule is according to Beijing time. He must be awake when the Shanghai and Shenzhen stock markets open.

　　 This is a private island, and the annual rent is astronomical, but it is drizzle to Feng Yong. The funds he holds are calculated at tens of billions, and spending a little to improve his life is not a luxury.

The holding of Antai Real Estate is Feng Yong’s recent job. He is just a specific trader. The big bosses behind the scenes are really at the helm. The real Zhao family, the sources of tens of billions of funds used are also varied, in short. Money is determined to be earned.

The ashes of the bonfire last night were still on the beach, and several beauties were in their sleep, but the service staff were busy preparing for lunch. There was no fresh water on the island and diesel generators were used to generate electricity. All the materials used were transported by ship every day. The boats brought living supplies, and Feng Yong’s yachts were parked on the docks. The 90-foot-long white yachts made in Italy had smooth lines and magnificent appearance. The pure copper parts gleamed in the Hawaiian sun.

　　 This is life. Compared to friends who breathe smog in China, this is no different from heaven.

The security and defense of the island is taken care of by professional companies. In recent years, the public security situation in Los Angeles has become worse and worse. The Chinese immigrants living there urgently need security services. Feng Yong’s good brother Yao Guang took advantage of the situation and established a security company. The company provides all-round security services for wealthy Chinese businessmen. Most of the personnel employed are retired U.S. soldiers, as well as ex-special forces sent from China with work visas. The three bodyguards on the island are Chinese. Feng Yong is right. They are good and treated like brothers.

　　The blue sky and white clouds, the waves were calm, Feng Yong turned over and continued to sleep. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, there was an invincible sea view.

On the plane, Liu Yanzhi and Wilson were sitting side by side in the cockpit. In the distance, you could see the small island shaded by green trees. It was Feng Yong’s den, the villa in the shade, the white beach, the beautiful yacht, and the beauty. Outrageous place.

　　 "Fly over from the island." Liu Yan said straight.

"Are you planning to conduct aerial reconnaissance?" Wilson asked. He was wearing sunglasses and chewing gum. He looked like a fool. Performing this kind of mission was a piece of cake for him, but he didn't want to give too much support to the Chinese. Trick, he wants to see how much this young man is.

　　 "No, I want to airborne." Liu Yan said straight.

"You mean, you plan to jump to the island with a parachute on your back, and then say you are a parachuting tourist?" Wilson laughed, "I don't know if you are a paratrooper, not saying that this will attract attention. It’s difficult to accurately land on such a small target even if you skydive. What do you do if you fall into the sea?"

　　 "That's my business, you just need to fly over the island." Liu Yan unfastened his seat belt and went to the rear cabin.

　　 "Well~www.wuxiaspot.com~ That's your business, good luck, young man." Wilson shrugged, and continued to fly the plane to Feng Yong's private island.

　　 The bodyguards on the island heard the roar of the plane, but no one cared. It is not surprising that there are more private planes in places like Hawaii.

　　 The seaplane is about to fly over the private island, Wilson shouted in the phone: "Young man, if you really plan to skydive, this is an opportunity."

　　 "Wait." Liu Yanzhi's answer came from the headset.

　　 "It's up to you, boy." Wilson grinned, thinking Liu Yan was timid.

The hatch opened and a cold wind rushed in. Liu Yanzhi jumped down. Wilson caught a glimpse, turned and flew away, observing the parachute jumper’s descent process, with a smile at the corner of his mouth, Liu Yanzhi fell down like a weight, as if thinking Playing high, jumping and low, this is the unique skill of special paratroopers in infiltration operations.

　　 But soon he couldn't laugh, because Liu Yanzhi didn't open the umbrella bag from start to finish. He landed on the island and disappeared in the shade of the trees. It is estimated that he fell to death on some unlucky tree branch.

　　 Wilson drew a cross on his chest, poor guy, maybe there was something wrong with the parachute, he looked back, and the two parachute bags in the cabin were still hanging on the bulkhead, untouched.

　　 This is weird, that kid didn't carry a parachute at all! He came to Hawaii thousands of miles away, did he commit suicide?

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