Volume 1 Entertainment Circle Chapter 63 Urgently Looking for Someone

  Tong Ying stood in the potted flower area on the third floor of the supermarket, which was filled with shelves and crowded with people. Li Cheng hadn't seen her yet. At this moment, Tong Ying stared blankly at a small pot of green Sansevieria, but what really caught her attention wasn't just the peculiar shape of the Sansevieria, but the flower pot it was planted in.

  Under the exquisite pottery, the flower pot is a wooden stake shape, hollowed out in the middle and filled with soil, and a small artificial hill connected to the wooden stake, on which there is even green moss. The wooden waterwheel rotates under the action of the battery, pumping water up step by step, and after the small bamboo tube fills with water pumped up by the waterwheel, it immediately tilts, and the clear water flows down with a gurgling sound like a small waterfall, and then is pumped up again by the waterwheel.

  Tong Ying stood stupidly in the corner, but was also squeezed by people who came to buy potted plants from time to time. Her feet were trampled several times. The flower sellers were mostly young girls wearing high-heeled boots, and being stepped on by their sharp heels hurt a lot. However, Tong Ying seemed to have no pain sensation at all, just staring blankly at the potted plants in front of her with a pair of eyes.

  In my memory, that night, Tong Jiang was 16 years old when he first took the stage and killed for the first time. The order from above was to kill everyone in that house. On that dark night, Tong Jiang completely hid in the darkness. Under the effect of the silencer, the gunshot was muffled. Room by room, the hand holding the gun did not shake once, until he reached the last room, a child's bedroom. A 12 or 13-year-old girl lay on the bed, sleeping soundly. At that moment, Tong Jiang hesitated, and the gun in his hand felt like it weighed a thousand pounds.

  When receiving the task, Tong Jing did not hesitate at all. The target of the task: everyone in this house, the content of the task: silence, kill everyone in the house, and erase all traces.

  The little girl slept soundly, turned over, revealing her tender and sweet sleeping face. The child's eyes moved the trigger, the bullet shot out of the barrel at high speed, a dull sound, one shot hit the center of the brow, without even bleeding much.

  Tong Jing returned to the training base at the darkest moment before dawn, the mission was very successful, and not a single drop of blood was stained on her body, but Tong Jing couldn't move a step.

  "Xiao Qi." A gentle voice sounded behind Tong's eyes, and a slender shoulder was wrapped in a strong arm. Then, Tong, who had been standing in the icy snow, stiffened as he was enveloped in a warm hug.

  "Colonel." Tong's eyes turned blankly, her gaze empty and numb as she looked at the gentle smiling man behind her, her voice dull, "Why? He was just a child."

  After more than a decade of training, Tong Jing asked her first question, bewildered and at a loss, like a child who had lost its way.

  "A thirteen-year-old kid can fire a gun, can deliver messages to the enemy, and after training can become a terrorist just like his parents. Xiao Qi, you are not wrong, you are just carrying out your mission, never doubt the correctness of the mission, we are just tools, all that is needed is to complete the task."

  "But what if the mission was wrong?" Tong Jing closed her eyes, but in her mind's eye, a familiar sleeping face appeared clearly, except that there was a bullet hole between his eyebrows, a bullet she had fired herself.

  "Xiao Qi, we are the sharpest blades in this country, this organization. We are just tools, do you understand? Tools have no emotions, no right or wrong, all we need is to complete our mission and fulfill our duty." The man bowed his head, a gentle kiss landing on Tong's smooth forehead. Xiao Qi was just a child, a child who had been sent to the base at the age of four and had undergone twelve years of brutal training. She may have had top-notch skills and precise marksmanship, but in many ways, the man knew that Xiao Qi was still a child, a child with no name, only a code name: Seven.

  "Xiao Qi, let's go somewhere." The man raised his hand, his bronze-colored skin and long fingers strong and powerful, skillfully removing the black top from Tong's body, then grasping her hand and walking towards the outside of the base.

  When the car drove out of the base and arrived at the street, it was exactly 7 o'clock in the morning. They went to the market, where there were many people and a lot of noise. One by one, lively faces passed before Tong's eyes. She guarded the peaceful and stable life of these ordinary people. Sitting in the car, Tong gradually came to understand and her heart also calmed down.

  "Just passed by the flower and bird market, saw this potted plant, Xiao Qi gave it to you." The man opened the car door, sat in, put down the breakfast in his hand, then handed the ginseng pot to Tong Hua, the shape of the flower pot was exactly the same as the one in front of her, after many years, seeing it again.

  Then that day, the upper school took himself for a walk all day, went to kindergarten, went to university town, went to shopping mall, went to train station, and when he returned to base it was already early morning of the second day. The fiery sun rose from the horizon, a new day began. Tong Jing quietly watched the sunrise, the burden on her heart completely let go, she code-named Qi, just this country's weapon, that's all.

  Yu Jing followed Tan Jieyan and glanced at the crowded supermarket, looking sideways at Tan Jieyan who was frowning, his eyes eagerly searching for Tong Liang's figure in the crowd. The supermarket was so big, with thousands of people on every floor, and the shelves were filled with goods. It was like finding a needle in a haystack to look for one person here.

  "Sorry, Mr. Tan!" Li Chengshou rushed over to the cashier's side as soon as he saw Tan Jieyan and Yu Jing, slightly panting, straightened his body, and met Tan Jieyan's somewhat cold gaze, knowing that he had lost Miss Tong.

  "What if we get separated on different floors?" Tan Jieyan understood, but couldn't help asking Li Cheng. With so many people, it was easy to lose each other if they weren't careful, and Tong Jing wasn't a child anymore. Even knowing that, even if they got separated in the supermarket, there wouldn't be any real danger. But Tan Jieyan just couldn't feel at ease, and after asking Li Cheng to stay put, he set off on his own to find someone on the third floor.

  "Qianyan, I'll just go and make an announcement over the supermarket's loudspeaker." Yu Jing held back Tan Qianyan, with so many people around, it was impossible to hear a phone call, the quickest way was to get the supermarket to page him.

  As the supermarket staff walked towards the office, Yu Jing couldn't help but turn his head to look in Tan Jieyan's direction. He and Li Cheng were standing in the corner, using a large green potted plant to block out Tan Jieyan's tall figure. Li Cheng was standing sideways, his sturdy build as a northerner completely blocking Tan Jieyan from view, so that no one would notice the person standing behind him was actually the vice mayor of Beijing. Because of Tong Jing, Jieyan had lost his usual calmness and composure. Was this good or bad?

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