Zhou Lin

In April, the scars left by the "Iron Curtain" on the earth have not yet healed, and its impact continues to ferment.

Big figures in the federal government are busy offering condolences and speeches in order to obtain corresponding political achievements; opinion leaders on the Internet are playing their respective roles, either mourning, lamenting, questioning, or calming down...

Common people, on the other hand, are basically under the influence of big shots and opinion leaders, and stand in different teams; they shout some slogans that may not be relevant to them, say some beautiful words that they may not understand, and sometimes even argue with a group of ordinary people. People who don't know each other use keyboards to argue about things they don't necessarily care about...

They all like to follow the "right" trend and show cheap sympathy to the world in a way that they feel comfortable with.

Although...people in the world, including themselves, actually don't care much about what others really think.

As for the group of people who have experienced the disaster, their voices are rarely heard. Compared with the reality stated by these parties, the chicken soup articles on the Internet that post a few pictures and then exaggerate are undoubtedly more eye-catching.

The people who were really hurt by the "Iron Curtain" have instead become a group of supporting actors; they can only say a few words "what people want to hear" in front of the camera when they serve as foils for the public figures who are putting on a show, because This way... everyone will be more comfortable.

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London, late April.

In the park in the early morning, there is a slight mist.

In this humid air, there are still many people jogging, exercising, feeding pigeons and walking dogs in the morning.

With steady steps, like an ordinary passerby, Jack Anderson slowly came to a bench by the roadside and sat down. He opened a Times newspaper and read silently.

Two minutes later, an old man came to him and asked him very politely: "Can I sit here?"

This old man has white hair and beard, wears sunglasses, holds a guide stick in his hand, and leads a guide dog. He looks amiable and harmless.

However, Jack's response to him was: "No." He said these three words in a cold tone, and then added, "I want to talk to someone more professional, not a second-rate guy like you. , of course...if you are already the most professional person in your organization, then I can only give in."

When the old man heard this, his expression changed slightly. After a few seconds, he forced out a smile: "Ha... The God of Death is indeed very impressive, but just because you saw through my disguise, you said that I am a second-rate thing. , this is too arbitrary."

Two seconds later, Jack breathed out from his nose and continued in a slightly helpless tone: "First of all, as a blind person or an old man, your stride and posture when walking are wrong.

"Secondly, these days, people who neither install electronic prosthetic eyes nor undergo optic nerve repair surgery after blindness have two reasons: first, they are very...very poor; second, the optic nerve has been completely destroyed and has been necrotic for many years, so it cannot be repaired. .

"And you, wearing expensive clothes, holding the latest model of electronic guide cane, with intact eyeballs in the eye sockets, and holding a purebred dog that is good enough to participate in the Westminster competition...

"This is no longer a question of whether you are disguised enough, but you are exposing your intelligence, so..."

He didn't finish what he said, he just shook the newspaper again and crossed one leg, which meant - "Brother, you'd better go, don't humiliate yourself again."

"Hmph..." Unexpectedly, the other party still had no intention of leaving. Not only did he not leave, he also took off his sunglasses, contact lenses and wig, looked directly at Jack and sneered, "Okay, on the matter of pretending to be blind. , I am indeed not good at it, so it’s okay for you to show off...but if you think you are smarter than me, I don’t think so.”

"Oh? Where does your confidence come from?" Jack still didn't look at him, but just calmly answered, "Just because of the dozens of third-rate people around you who are not even as good as you?"

His words caused the fake blind man's sneer to freeze on his face.

"Stop talking nonsense!" Finally, the other party became angry, "Even if you pretend to be calm, you can't hide the fact that you didn't see through us at the beginning!"

While he shouted these words, centering on the bench where Jack was sitting, everyone within sight... whether they were morning joggers, ice cream sellers, pigeon feeders, Those walking, those pushing strollers...all stopped what they were doing and turned to look at Jack.

Obviously, none of these "passers-by" are real passers-by; they are all members of the same organization just like the fake blind man. After getting the signal, they all start from the nearest place (trash can, Ice cream truck, inside a street light pole, inside a stroller, etc.) took out the firearms hidden in advance and quickly surrounded Jack.

"If I had seen through from the beginning that the whole park was full of your people, I wouldn't have walked into this encirclement... You understand it this way, right?" Jack seemed to have nothing happened, still speaking calmly. The tone is conversational with the other party.

"Isn't it?" the fake blind man asked confidently.

"Then have you ever thought about such a possibility..." At this second, Jack finally put down the newspaper in his hand, looked up at the other party and said, "I did know from the beginning that this entire park has been controlled by you. , I also know that at this moment there are snipers you have arranged in advance on the upper floors of several residential buildings near the park and are targeting me..."

When he told the story about the sniper, the fake blind man was shocked again, but in order to prevent it from being a lie, the expression on the latter's face was still tight.

"...But..." Jack continued, "I didn't regard you as a threat at all, so I walked in alone and without weapons."

"Ha..." The fake blind man laughed again, "Are you lying to me or yourself?"

"I think it's best to change your habit of making a fake smile whenever your mood fluctuates, otherwise I'm afraid you won't live too long." Jack did not respond to the other party's question, but continued, "In addition, I have never lied to you...

"Based on our previous communication, we agreed that today, I, the 'Representative of the Counter Cross', and you, the 'Representative of the Killer Alliance', will go to a 'public place' for a 'separate meeting' without weapons..." I abided by every clause of this agreement, and you... violated almost every clause.

“It’s obvious who the liar is.

"However, you have not exceeded the limit of my tolerance yet, so I will ask you two questions now. You'd better think clearly about the answers. If you can't answer them, find someone who can answer them for me.

"First, regarding cooperation, are you sincere in talking to us?

"Secondly, don't you take our reverse cross seriously?"