I Am a Big Player

The autumn rain in Amsterdam, the Netherlands is still falling, and the Netherlands in the rain is more romantic. Medieval-style houses can be seen everywhere, and residents’ balconies are decorated with home-grown flowers and plants. There are large tracts of tulips on the roadside. .

Ren He walked slowly on the way back to the hotel with his cello case on his back, and there were not many pedestrians on the street.

At this time, the sound of police sirens whizzed from far to near, as if something terrible had happened.

When the police car passed by Ren He, Ren He happened to pass by a small coffee shop that was about to close. The reason why it was said to be small was because it was just a small window on the side of the road. There are many such small coffee shops in Europe, but these small shops are more popular, most obviously in Italy, the country where almost everyone drinks coffee.

Sometimes, the best coffee comes from these small shops. Ren He has always heard of it. He silently watched the police car heading towards the Park Tower Hotel, and turned to ask the boss: "Do you still sell coffee?"

The boss is a middle-aged Dutchman. He was stunned and smiled when he heard Ren He's question: "Sell, what do you want to buy?"

In his previous life, Ren He seems to have heard people say that black coffee tastes really good when you sip it carefully? He didn't quite understand it either: "Let's have a cup of black coffee."

The boss washed his hands and got busy again, the coffee grinding machine started to ring again, and Ren He stood by the roadside waiting.

"Did you come to the Netherlands to study music?" The boss chatted with Ren He, and it seemed that they were the only two left on the street.

"Yes," Ren He nodded, "I'm here to learn music."

"When I was young, I also wanted to learn music. What I wanted to learn was the piano, but I gave up halfway. You must persevere, young man." The boss said while busy with his hands: "A while ago, there was a girl at my door. She plays the violin very well, listening to her play the violin every day makes me want to start learning the piano again..."

Ren He didn't know why he had to chat so much with the middle-aged Dutch coffee shop owner, but after a battle, he felt a little bit in need of relief.

He thought for a while and said, "It's not too late to pick it up now."

"Haha, really?" The boss seemed a little happy to hear what Ren He said. At this time, three police cars passed by in the distance, and he suddenly worried: "I don't know what happened. The customer in the store just said , the three loud noises just now were not thunder, but the sound of sniper rifles..."

The sound of the sniper rifle was so loud that it was only 200 meters from the hotel where Ren He shot, so it was normal for them to hear it.

"Sniper rifle? Really?" Ren He asked in astonishment, once the master-level acting skills were activated, it would be difficult for ordinary people to tell the truth from the fake...

"I didn't expect that the law and order in Amsterdam is so bad now, and there are sniper rifles on the streets," the boss seemed to sigh, "But don't worry, young man, you can study your music in Amsterdam with peace of mind. There were very few such things in the past, so don't be afraid."

Ren He felt happy, of course he wasn't afraid anymore, because he fired the three shots himself. But this kind of inexplicable feeling of being comforted by passers-by seems to be not bad...

At this time, the black coffee that Ren He wanted was ready, the boss handed it to Ren He, and suddenly asked: "Can you play me a cello, this cup of coffee is my gift for you?"

Ren He thought for a while, and realized that he could only refuse. There is no cello in this box. If he took out a sniper rifle from the box, would the boss be scared to death?

or farewell!

Ren He is now in the Netherlands. I'm afraid no one knows that he, an ordinary-looking student, is actually the madman who dared to ambush the CIA. This kind of feeling is a bit like a chivalrous man in a martial arts novel, who goes away after the incident and hides his merits and fame.

As he walked back, he took a sip of black coffee...

puff!

so bitter? !

Ren He was in pain at the time. Why does this frankly delicious black coffee taste like this?

I really am a layman, I can't appreciate this kind of thing, I'd better drink instant...

Originally, Ren He's mood fluctuated a little after the battle. He walked slowly in the rain to adjust his mentality. Now all problems have been solved by black coffee. Ren He only remembers that black coffee is really not suitable He, all other things are left behind.

At this time, the police probably had already surrounded the Park Tower Hotel. Ren He casually searched for a nearby high-end hotel, opened the room and put the cello box in, and then hung a do-not-disturb sign at the door of the room and went out.

He still has to go back to the Park Tower Hotel. If he doesn't go back at this time, if Chen Da and the others find Ren He missing after such a dangerous incident, and report to the police again, it will be really bad.

Ren He didn't want to file his identity with the police. All these clues might become clues to the CIA.

When I got back to the hotel, many police cars were already parked here. The person in charge of the hotel was cooperating with the police investigation in the lobby, and the medical staff were carrying the stretchers outside to transport the corpses that had been covered with white cloth. These people were all dead. , there is no possibility of rescue.

The medical staff were also a little shocked to see such a large trauma on the corpse, and there are very few medical staff who can deal with sniper rifle wounds on weekdays...

And all the guests in the hotel were gathered in the lobby of the hotel, waiting for the police to investigate and collect evidence, such as asking everyone if they heard any movement or saw any suspicious characters.

For this reason, the hotel has prepared a lot of snacks and tea for everyone, for fear that everyone will have a bad impression of the hotel.

When Ren He returned to the hotel, the police outside took a look and found it a little suspicious. When he was about to question him, Chen Da and other students in the hotel lobby waved to Ren He: "Ren He, here!"

They were the ones who had cooperated with the interrogation, and the police also knew that one of their companions who participated in the drama competition had gone out to surround them. At this time, since they had proof of their identity, they did not interrogate them too much.

The fact is that today's case is too big, and those who came to the police already understood that this case will definitely be handed over to other departments with higher authority.

Some people think that the police in foreign countries are very good, the sky in foreign countries is blue, and the air in foreign countries is fresher, but Ren He doesn't think so. In his previous life, a rape case in a small town in England that shocked the world was not due to the negligence of the police Duty, the little girl went to the police, but the police said that the little girl was selling her body, and warned them not to call the police again.

What is the use of such a policeman? The sky in foreign countries may not be bluer than in China, and the air in foreign countries may not be fresher than in China.

Ren He stood among the students, listening to everyone discussing what happened in the hotel tonight, without any fluctuation in mood.