Hawaii, Honolulu International Airport, with the setting sun of coconut trees and the sea breeze, Kunlun boarded the Northwest Airlines flight to New York. He was superman, but not a god. He could not fly to New York with his own wings. He had to use mortal transportation.

The passenger list is open. If a certain force wants to kill Kunlun, then the plane of passengers mainly composed of American citizens will make them afraid.

Of course, this is out of kindness and naive thinking. Politicians do not care about hundreds of lives on a flight, but they must care about more important existences. If Kunlun is killed, they may face the risk of a US aircraft carrier being sunk, or a huge disaster such as a nuclear bomb detonation or chemical plant leaking, and no one dares to take risks.

Kunlun came out of the exit at New Jersey, Newark Airport, and saw Ji Yufan and others outside. Both of them were wearing fishermen's hats and sunglasses, covering their faces. Because they were very well-known in international metropolis, they would meet fans if they were accidentally.

Ji Yufan flew from London to New York, and the landing airport was Kennedy. He walked through New York City to pick Kunlun and tried his best to express kindness and sincerity.

The two took a yellow taxi unique to New York. Although New York is a first-class metropolis, in order to ensure the labor opportunities of lower-level workers, there are still a large number of people-driven taxis. The driver is a Pakistani immigrant and is taciturn. However, when he heard the two passengers talking to each other in Chinese, he gave his thumbs up: "Hello, Chinese friend."

The destination was a private hospital where Charles Campbell was treated, which means that Chris, who was killed by Kunlun for the second time, saved his life, was seriously injured and has not been discharged yet.

The Science Society is an independent society and is not under the jurisdiction of the Knights Templars, so Ji Yufan cannot guarantee anything. He just provided Campbell's address and security details.

The private hospital is on the top three floors of a skyscraper in Manhattan, close to Central Park, and has very tight security. In fact, there is only Campbell in the hospital, so any strange face will trigger an alarm. In addition to normal security personnel, Campbell also hired five former New York special forces. In metropolis, military special forces may not be better than the special forces. The elevators of the hospital are independent, and identity verification is required to enter and exit. It can be said that even a fly cannot fly in.

But these security facilities were useless for Kunlun. He waited until dark, and then climbed to the top of an adjacent building with Ji Yufan. The neon lights in Manhattan were extremely bright, and no one noticed a black figure quietly passing through the air.

Ji Yufan held the telescope and watched Kunlun fly to the window of the opposite building with his own eyes. He opened the window calmly and drilled in. There was no doubt that the security system had been invaded, otherwise the alarm would have sounded long ago.

Charles Campbell was lying on the hospital bed, able to control the computer with just the rotation of his eyes. He was a wizard in this field, but unfortunately he met a stronger opponent.

Kunlun took a bouquet of flowers from the vase in the corridor and walked into the ward. Two bodyguards lying behind him. They were both knocked out and would not interfere with the subsequent conversation.

When Campbell saw Kunlun coming in, his pupils contracted and called the police, but the alarm was not heard. Only then did he realize that he had failed. It was a commendable demeanor to accept the loss, and Campbell had it.

"Please sit down, can we talk before you kill me again?" said Campbell, or Chris.

"Then let's talk about you, why are you so hard to kill?" Kunlun put the flower next to the hospital bed and found a chair to sit down.

"You are talented. I think there are many things in this world that are difficult to explain. Only God knows the reason. Next, it's time for me to ask, how did you lose contact with a nuclear submarine?"

"By chance, I crossed the peak of human science."

"Okay, although it's the same as if I didn't say it, it's your turn to ask."

"Who were you before you became Chris?"

Campbell's blue eyes flashed with a hint of sadness, and his long eyelashes shook: "I remember the day I died, they invited me to a banquet. I ate eight cakes and drank a bottle of wine. These foods were very poisonous, but they didn't poison me to death. They were so angry that they shot me with a sucking revolver, pierced my lungs, rubbed my heart and left it in the liver. I ran away with injuries. They chased me out and shot me in the head. Like you, you guys always like to hit me. They dragged me back and smashed my head with dumbbells, and finally made me unconscious. They threw me into the Neva River. You know, it was December in Moscow. I struggled to swim ashore, but the frozen river above my head, and I drowned alive."

Kunlun has read a large number of historical documents and has guessed who Chris’s previous life based on this description. He said: "Didn't you live for more than 400 years? Rasputin was born in 1869, and it is less than 200 years now. Who are you going forward?"

Campbell said indifferently: "I used to be a little nobleman in Transvania, and there was nothing worth mentioning about."

Kunlun said: "From a vampire to a demon monk who messed up an empire, to a serial killer who used international stars as a cover, to a young talent who is proficient in hacking technology, and the leader of the shoe sect, your personality is evil that keeps pace with the times."

"If you kill me, I will be reborn." Campbell said, "Why don't you think I'm gradually becoming kind, at least Charles Campbell hasn't killed anyone directly."

"But you did a lot of evil things."

"Don't you think that if there is no evil in this world, it would be too monotonous, like a planet with no plague, no famine, no war, and always a peaceful world. Do you think such a planet can exist? The Creator created a demon like me to balance the world. If you kill me, another good person will be swallowed by the evil deep in his heart and become a demon to continue to maintain balance."

Campbell was full of words and inconsistent misunderstandings, but Kunlun did not find it absurd. He looked at Charles Campbell, watching him talk endlessly, the handsome boy in front of him gradually transformed into the appearance of Chris, and then turned into the appearance of a demon monk Rasputin with a big beard and long hair, and his eyes were seductive. Instead, he had fair skin and pathological appearance, wearing a medieval aristocratic dress with high collar embroidered clothes. The cold stars flashed across the corners of his mouth while talking and laughing...

Although after several reincarnations, there are still particles from each life left on Campbell, and after a large amount of data calculations, this is a counter-inferior when Campbell himself said the answer. Otherwise, Kunlun's computing power alone would still not be enough to achieve it.

"I will stare at what you do." Kunlun walked towards the window, opened the window, and turned around and said, "Come back and kill you at any time." After that, he jumped out of the window.

The lights in the guard room flashed, and a group of bodyguards with live ammunition rushed in, only to see the wide open windows and the safe and sound employers on the bed. The sirens and noise on the street blew in with the night wind. The young employer's expression was complicated and hard to describe.

...

At the Kennedy International Airport in New York, Gulfstream G650 special plane was parked in the hangar. Two young gentlemen were tasting champagne and talking loudly. They were waiting for the arrival of a lady. At about twelve o'clock, the famous painter Lin Haiying arrived. She was in her forties and did not seem to have much change from twenty years ago. Perhaps due to good living habits, she was still lively and cheerful, with a slim figure, and there was no sense of incongruity with the two young people.

"I haven't been on the Gulfstream for a long time." Lin Haiying sighed. She was no longer the daughter of a wealthy man. She has depended on her mother for the past few years and has made a fortune. She has heard Kunlun introduce the purpose of this trip. Her heart is ups and downs, but it has not shown it on the surface.

The people arrived, the Gulfstream slid into the runway and prepared to take off, a flight across the North Atlantic Ocean, with the destination of London Heathrow International Airport.

On the plane, the three of them were like old friends who had been together for a long time, with endless words and endless conversations. They talked until Lin Haiying was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes and was lying on the sofa and fell asleep. Kunlun and Ji Yufan each brought a blanket over and looked at each other and smiled at each other.

After the plane landed, Kunlun prepared an old racing green Rover car. Three people got on the bus and drove to West Sussex. There was a town called Goodwood. The town had an art festival and racecourse, the Goodwood Racing Carnival, and an ancient manor. In the cemetery where the manor belonged, Wang Haicong was buried.

The summer in Britain is not hot at all, with wild flowers blooming in the cemetery, and the owner's name is engraved on the tombstone, Wang Haicong,

The three of them placed the flowers in front of the tombstone and observed a moment of silence.

Back at the house, the old British butler took the key to open the door. The house was covered with dust, and everything remained the same as it was twenty years ago.

Ji Yufan stroked everything, sat on the rocking chair and swayed, walked into the kitchen, and accurately took out a bag of tea from the cabinet. This was the Pu'er tea I bought back then, and it was quietly shelved here for twenty years.

The hourly workers from the town cleaned the room and cooked afternoon tea for them. They ate supper at the restaurant in the town. After eating, it was dark. Britain is a rainy country. The night rain was drizzling, and the smell of plants and soil came, making people feel close to nature.

Kunlun drove the Rover car without returning to the manor, but drove to the nearby airport, which was a military airport from World War II, which is now in use by the aviation club. A twin-engine propeller plane parked at the end of the runway.

Rofu stopped beside the plane, Ji Yufan got out of the car, climbed onto the plane, and sat in the pilot seat. The rain was still falling, hitting the windshield of the plane. He began to tremble and cried inexplicably. Kunlun saw Wang Haicong's desperate and helpless figure that night.

"Is he back?" Lin Haiying asked in a low voice.

"He will slowly find his own." Kunlun replied.

...

In California, Wang Huayun's villa, Mai Junhao helped him recruit service staff again. It took one or two days, but he didn't expect that someone would come so quickly. The doorbell rang and the female nurse went to open the door and found that the guy who was arrested by the police a few days ago was the one who was taken away by the police.

The handsome guy smiled shyly, and the Mexican female nurse's heart melted. No matter what wanted criminals are not wanted, she said: "I want to drink something, sweetheart?"

"Thank you, water." Kunlun entered the door and walked directly to the bed of Wang Huayun in the bedroom. Lao Wang was discussing the auction of antiques with Mai Junhao. When he saw him coming again, he was shocked and said, "You, you..."

"No one in this world can catch me." Kunlun said, "How are you? Are you in good health? I will give you two choices. First, you take the initiative to leave and return Nan Peichen's body to me. Second, I will take you back."

Wang Huayun's smile froze on his face. Mai Junhao packed the documents and bowed his head to leave the bedroom. He didn't dare to listen to the conversation between the two.

"I'll go back with you. I've been homesick for so many years..." Wang Huayun sighed. He was a human being for three lifetimes and could see through things thoroughly. Using such a large amount of resources to capture Kunlun could actually make him escape. The struggle has risen to a level that mortals cannot understand. What else can he say? Any conspiracy is useless.

What surprised him even more was still behind. Logically, Kunlun is a wanted criminal in the federal government and cannot pass the customs, but Los Angeles Customs did not stop him. Although there is no "out of customs" in the United States, it does not mean that the law enforcement department knows nothing about the information of the person who is out of the country. The only explanation is that Kunlun has done everything.

Kunlun and his group included Wang Huayun Mai Junhao and Mexican female nurses. They took a United Airlines flight and almost took the entire first class cabin.

At the same time, Hong Kong seems to be as calm as before, but undercurrents are surging. Some people commit suicide, some people are in a car accident, and some people are missing. I don’t know why the government, courts, discipline forces and many middle and senior officials of the ICAC resigned, moved, and left Hong Kong. The news was not reported, and even overseas media, who have always been unwilling to be lonely, did not report it.

A small piece of news was announced on the website of the Police Department. Li Shengnan, former assistant director of the Criminal Department, was promoted to senior assistant director, with a flower on her shoulder stamp. In the future, the Criminal and Security Department of the Police Department will be responsible for her. The promotion speed is no one else, and everyone is more convinced that Sister Shengnan will become the number one sister of the Hong Kong police.

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