Zhou Huan squinted his eyes and stared at the old man behind the glass.

Then, he lowered his head and took a few breaths of air greedily to relieve the pain in his body.

Then, he pulled out the pistol inserted at random between his waist and pointed it at the old man. No, to be precise, it was aimed at the glass wall in front of the old man that blocked his progress and pulled the trigger.

Bang bang bang bang...

The bullets quickly emerged from the barrel and hit the glass wall, leaving only small, round marks.

But the glass wall was not broken.

Seeing this scene, Zhou Huan was stunned at first, his heart was a little heavy and a little cold.

Hiding all the way, killing people all the way, bleeding all the way, when he finally saw the target of the mission, he saw the old man with gray hair and a solemn expression in front of him.

But I found that the old man in front of me was so calm at this moment, sitting steadily on the sandalwood chair, looking at him outside the glass wall, with pity and mockery in his eyes.

Through the glass wall, Zhou Huan looked at the old man and slowly lowered the gun in his hand.

Through the distance between thousands of mountains and rivers, he crossed obstacles one after another, but at the last moment, a thin and crispy glass wall blocked his last step of moving forward.

This feeling made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Taking a deep breath, Zhou Huan raised his pistol and replaced the empty magazine. He continued to aim at the glass wall in front of him and pulled the plate machine.

Still as before, the continuous shooting only left a faint mark on the smooth glass wall, but the glass wall did not show any signs of fragmentation.

Zhou Huan couldn't understand what material the glass wall in front of him was so strong.

Many information about bulletproof glass was instantly input into Zhou Huan's brain memory bank by MT.

He found that the glass wall in front of him was different from all the bulletproof glass in the information.

Because no matter what kind of bulletproof glass it is, it will have the boundaries and critical points for heavy blows. Even the most powerful bulletproof glass known in this world, with the strongest ability to resist hits.

Facing gun-blasting attacks, especially continuous shooting at one point, will eventually break.

But the glass wall in front of me did not have such a situation.

Zhou Huan and the old man looked at each other calmly through this layer of glass.

Zhou Huan's heart is still very heavy and cold.

After walking through thousands of mountains and rivers, and passing through the sea of ​​corpses and blood, is it necessary to be blocked by this layer of globe?

The old man behind the glass wall looked at Zhou Huan quietly and slowly narrowed his eyes.

He didn't know the young man outside, but he knew the young man's name, whether it was his real name or a pseudonym.

The reason why I know and remember it is because Zhou Huan appeared in front of him for the second time.

Therefore, he had eliminated Zhou Huan from the ranks of those "little people" and put them into the list of notable characters.

"In the past, many people assassinated me. But without exception, they all died. Some killers had never seen me even before they died. And those who could see me would eventually die in front of me, just like an annoying cockroach, which I easily stepped on to death."

The old man in the glass wall reached out his hand, picked up the teacup on the coffee table in front of him, tasted it, and sighed.

There is no exaggeration in the old man's words.

All he tells is facts.

He had experienced many struggles between life and death in his life. If it weren't for some kind of divine will protect him, he believed that he would have died long ago.

Zhou Huan, outside the glass wall, ignored the old man's words, had no expression on his face, and kept changing into a magazine for the pistol, and continued to point at the white dot that had just been shot on the glass wall, pulling the plate machine.

The old man squinted his eyes and looked at the young man in front of him doing useless actions. He actually felt a little appreciative of this little guy who was extremely calm.

Of course, the old man's heart was more of a faint sense of anxiety and anger.

While watching Zhou Huan's actions, the old man thought of what happened many years ago.

He still remembers that in order to gain the power to control the country from his father, he once ruthlessly killed his two brothers and a sister.

However, destiny is destiny after all, and this is something that no one can change.

Therefore, he eventually became the uncrowned king of Country D and became a true ruler hiding in the dark.

He believed that no one would be more successful than himself, whether in the past, or in the future, or even in the long river of history.

Although he did not really appear in the eyes of the public and did not ascend to the true throne that shines brightly in the world, in Country D, he is the spokesperson of power, and he is the real power of this country.

After coming to his senses, the old man squinted his eyes and looked at Zhou Huan who was still busy in silence outside the glass wall, and knew that the other party could not come in at all.

As long as the support force and the army of Country D come over, I will definitely be safe.

Even if they don't come, they are still safe now.

Thinking of this, a self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of the old man's lips. He stretched out his hand, touched his gray hair, and sighed in his heart.

Zhou Huan outside the glass wall seemed to hear the sigh in his heart. He lowered his head, carefully changed into the last magazine, and suddenly asked, "There is something that I have always wanted to ask you after seeing you."

The wonderful, heroic and cruel assassin, his scheming goal, has temporary peace because of the barrier of a glass wall, and can have a dialogue that is extremely unimaginable in advance.

The old man looked at him with a smile: "What's the problem?"

Zhou Huan raised his head and looked at the old man, "Why did those who assassinated you in the past assassinated you?"

This is a seemingly simple but actually extremely complex problem.

“A lot of people want me to die after knowing my existence. Because only when I die can they gain real power.”

The old man sighed and shook his head, "It's a pity that my life is very hard. Since I'm not dead, then the only ones who die will be them."

"So that's how it is." Zhou Huan nodded, "But I can't understand. Why did my superiors send me to kill you? Even if you die, it doesn't seem to be of much benefit to my country."

"Your superior?"

The old man frowned and said, "To be honest, I have never had any hostility towards you China, but I respect your leaders very much. So, I am also puzzled, why do they want me to die?"

As long as the old man wants to know, there is no so-called secret in Country D.

The old man knew Zhou Huan’s identity as soon as possible.

He knew that Zhou Huan was a special agent of China, and Zhou Huan's words just now made him unable to understand.

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Chapter completed!