God's chessboard

21

Two days later.

Manhattan is called the heart of New York, and in the heart of this heart, a high-rise building stands upright like a needle or a dagger inserted into the heart.In the luxury apartment on the top floor of this building, Emily Jones turned on the lights, kicked away her day-old high heels, threw her suit jacket on the ground, walked to the bar barefoot to pour herself a glass of wine, and walked around with the glass. Go to the floor-to-ceiling windows and enjoy the night view of Manhattan leisurely.

Suddenly, the sound of the door opening came from behind her. From the reflection of the glass, Emily saw the man who pushed the door in. She turned around and gave the man a charming and cold smile: "Vankata is a chess piece thrown away!" It's a pity, Francis."

A slightly frivolous smile appeared on Francis' handsome face: "Vankata's death has indeed created more unknowns, but fortunately, our serious worries have also been removed."

"Wang Jialong's death can't make up for our loss." Emily tiptoed towards Francis like a cat, "Wang Yao is still alive, and since Wang Jialong and Honda Ju died, the equation has become more imbalanced. "

"It's not the same as it was four years ago," Francis said. "Originally, the equation has stabilized after Wang Chunyan's death, but Wang Yao's departure from China caused us to cancel half of the calculations. When we decided to get rid of Wang Yao, the plan was the same. It’s no longer the original plan.”

Emily looked at the slightly swaying brown transparent liquid in the cup: "'God's Plan', will it fail?"

"No." Francis said in a low voice.

"But it is no longer possible for us to save the hole in the equation. The current equation is like a balloon that has been punctured. No matter how hard you cover it, it will keep leaking." Emily looked at Francis' blue eyes with passion. This man always looks like this. Intoxicating.

"Destruction represents rebirth, which will bring about another phase of God's plan, ma'am," Francis said.

"Messiah plan?" Emily hesitated slightly, "This is a risky theory."

"The changes during this period have proved the feasibility of the Messiah plan, and our Messiah has finally appeared," Francis squinted at the other end of the room, "he is here."

"What?" Emily's body tensed up nervously, and she nervously turned to the direction indicated by Francis.

A figure stood up from behind the sofa.

"Al?" Emily called out the name of the lurker in surprise.

"Emily, dear cousin," said Al coldly.

Francis looked indifferent: "Al, long time no see."

Al came out from the hiding place, his steps were firm and cautious, he did not get close to the two of them, and still kept the distance from the beginning: "I have never liked you, Emily, but I didn't expect you to bring my good brother into the water— —You, a White House intern and an Interpol, are doing crime!"

"What is crime, Al?" Emily sneered calmly, "God's plan existed before you were born, before your father was born, and it has greater execution power than any Holy See in history. Almost every Civilized countries are all operating under the balance of God's plan, do you think this is just a 'crime' in your mouth?"

"You killed a lot of people!" Al yelled, "Arthur's father, Antonio's father, Antonio, Wang Chunyan...they all died of your bloody 'balancing'!"

Francis' smile was much friendlier: "And do you know how many lives we saved, Al? God planned to defuse the Cuban Missile Crisis, prevent countless terrorist attacks, prevent five countries from getting involved in the Gulf War, and let the The war in Afghanistan ended two years early, and the lives of those who survived God's plan are untold."

Alpin disagrees: "You can't prove this to me—I'd like to ask you, Francis, when did you get pulled into this shitty God project? After you switched careers to Interpol?"

"Much earlier than that," Francis said, "since you entered the FBI—I was placed by God's plan to be your observer."

"What to observe?" Al asked coldly.

"Since you entered the FBI, the equation of God's plan shows that you will be an important influence factor, higher than any other factor, but it is not clear whether your influence is positive or negative, so I have been observing Your growth and changes have finally come to fruition until now." Francis said.

"I thought we were friends." Al said mockingly.

"We're friends, Al, and I promise it's sincere," Francis said, "as is my status as a core member of God's plan."

"What are you going to do, Emily?" Al turned to Emily. "Kill me?"

"No, of course not." Emily was obviously disdainful, "You are the only one who must not die, at least not now."

"Why?" Al asked.

"Because you will be our Messiah, this is my final conclusion." Francis said solemnly.

Al couldn't help laughing: "Messiah? Do you really think of yourself as God? It's because of this reason that Wang Jialong, who you sent to play tricks on us, never killed me?"

Emily said contemptuously: "Wang Jialong was not sent by us. He used to be one of the core members, but he betrayed us not long ago, and he wanted to make God's plan fail."

Francis went on to say: "But no matter what he does, he can't subvert God's plan. It will only make the equation more redundant and branches. Although it will increase the trouble of balancing, it can't shake the core of God's plan at all."

Al sneered: "You think you can control the changes in the world by calculating a few equations, but I'm not one for calculations, and I don't intend to join forces with you lunatics. Excuse me."

"You can't get out. Although we can't kill you, we can restrict your movements." Emily suddenly pressed the switch on the wall—it wasn't a light switch, but an alarm.

The alarm sounded loudly, and the doors and windows of the entire room were locked.Emily crossed her arms and looked at Al triumphantly: "It seems that you are going to stay overnight today, dear cousin!"

Al suddenly fell to the ground, Francis reacted almost immediately, and threw Emily on the carpet together.The explosion sounded at the same time, the floor-to-ceiling windows were blown to pieces, and the night wind rushed into the living room with the smell of sex.Francis stood up and found that Al had already got up and ran towards the hole in the window. He struggled to catch up, but Al had jumped out of the window before him.

Outside the window is Wang Yao hanging in the air in a night suit, and he catches Al firmly.Al turned his head and saluted Francis provocatively: "Goodbye, Francis!" The two quickly rose and disappeared from Francis' sight.

Emily just got up from the ground, humming because of the pain: "Damn Al!"

Francis ignored the etiquette and rushed to the top of the building.When he kicked open the attic door and ran to the roof platform, he saw that Al and Wang Yao's helicopter had risen to a height that he could not reach.

"What a great bastard!" Francis laughed mockingly. He watched the helicopter gradually disappear into the bustling night scene of New York.

On the helicopter, the pilot Waxiu said to the two: "Welcome to take this flight. The pilot is a novice. I hope you have bought insurance."

"I knew Ivan would come in handy for you to learn this!" Wang Yao laughed.

"He doesn't want Dan Mark to touch his helicopter again. The Danish idiot almost crashed the plane last time." Waxiu commented objectively.

"Where did this helicopter come from?" Al asked.According to the plan, Waxiu will fly a helicopter to support him, but he didn't hear the sound of the helicopter just now, and he has been worried that the situation will change.

"Emily Jones's, it's been parked on the roof of her house," Vash said. "It's not stealing, I'm just borrowing it."

"She will kill me!" Al held his forehead impatiently.

Helicopters drift out of artificially lit urban areas, toward freedom—or just another form of prison.

one day ago.

Ivan took Wang Yao and Al back from Istanbul by private jet.

"I know you have a lot to ask me, but just shut up and listen carefully, I promise I will tell you everything you want to know." Ivan poured three glasses of wine, and put two of the same color glasses into Al In front of He Wang Yao, only his own cup was filled with transparent vodka.

Wang Yao glared at Ivan angrily: "There are two dead bodies on this plane, I hope you can explain it clearly!"

Al stopped Wang Yao, showing an attitude of listening attentively: "Yao, listen to what he has to say first."

Ivan took a sip of the wine and put down the glass: "Let me say the conclusion first: anti-God's plan."

Wang Yao frowned: "What is that?"

"Wang Jialong's plan," Ivan said, "his plan has been implemented for a long time. He deliberately asked his ex-wife to reveal the details of God's plan to me, and deliberately asked you to find clues about Wang Chunyan and Fankata, so he urged you Go to Southeast Asia with Aldu, and face off against Vinkata."

"What are these for?" Wang Yao asked.

"What is the 'anti-God plan'?" Al cared about the word Ivan said.

"Wang Jialong was not only a member of God's plan, he was one of the six core members. These six core members call themselves '6 Magi'. They are the minds of God's plan, and all calculations come from their hands." Ivan said .

"I can't believe that the world is played by 6 people in applause." Wang Yao sighed.

Ivan continued: "Wang Jialong betrayed God's plan half a year ago. According to his own statement, he discovered the hidden dangers of God's plan and the terrible future that will definitely result: the whole world will become an ideal model in calculation, and everyone will follow the established plan. Live in the same way, 'accidents' approach zero, and the whole world becomes a giant anthill controlled by God's plan."

"An absolutely stable patriarchal society." Al couldn't help saying it.

"Wang Jialong is the genius with the highest calculation ability among the 6 Magi. He has calculated 7 possible futures. Among them, the one that is most likely to break the monopoly of God's plan is the road he is implementing now and dying for. He called it 'anti-God' plan'." Ivan said, "His plan is to break the order with chaos, and then return to peace, so that the development of the world will return to the natural law and get rid of the 'law' given by God's plan. This may cause a century of war, or it may Only local chaos. Wang Jialong has taken some measures to prevent the worst consequences: his death and the death of Honda Ju are two flashpoints, which will cause unrest in the triads and yakuza, which will lead to chaos at the national level, This may happen in Southeast Asia, but the possibility of a world war will be reduced to less than 10%. But what happens in the future depends on you, Agent Jones." Ivan said surprisingly.

"Me?" Al didn't know what this had to do with him.

Ivan said: "You already know that the people planned by God want you to live. This is because you are the most critical person in the calculation to determine the future direction. They think you will become their'Messiah'. And in Wang Jialong's In the anti-God plan, you are also an important role-Wang Jialong is John the Baptist, and his sacrifice is to pave the way for you."

Wang Yao and Al looked at each other in surprise, unable to digest this information for a while.

"Gongzai...why did he lure me to chase after Fankata? What's the point of all the twists and turns?" Wang Yao asked a question that puzzled him.

Ivan said: "Vankata is a gun planned by God. Wang Jialong used the grievances between you to attract the attention of 'God' to you, misleading God's calculations, making them think that Wang Jialong's purpose is to kill Dead Van Katha to destroy the plan, thus protecting his anti-God plan."

"I'm simply a fool!" Thinking of being played around, Wang Yao resented very much.

Al looked at Ivan inquisitively. This man is always unpredictable. He asked again: "What about you, Mr. Braginsky? Are you also a member of the anti-God plan?"

Ivan poured another glass for himself after drinking the contents of the glass, and resumed his cold smile: "If the world is going to operate under one calculation, it is better to choose the most benevolent one."

Al wasn't satisfied with the answer, but there wasn't much more to ask.

But Ivan spoke again: "Besides, Wang Jialong's plan is the only one that can make Yao survive."

Wang Yao raised his head in surprise: "Ivan..." He was rarely grateful to Ivan.

"Don't thank me," Ivan quickly waved his hand to stop him, "I can't stand your thank you, it's more disgusting than letting me watch you two****!"

"Hey! You rascal!" Wang Yao was so angry that his hair was about to stand on end.

"Look, it's much more comfortable this way." Ivan seemed to be very receptive to Wang Yao's abuse.

Ivan straightened his face, and said to Al: "Agent Jones, do you know why God planned to kill Yao?"

"Because he's a disruptor?" Al thought of those files.

"Because you fell in love with him." Ivan said with a meaningful smile, "Your derailment and Wang Yao's acceptance of you are all important hidden dangers that caused the failure of God's plan. They did not allow the 'Messiah' to come out." any unfavorable situation."

Embarrassed, Al retorted: "I didn't cheat, I've been divorced for a long time!"

"Are you sure?" Ivan raised his eyebrows.

Wang Yao was even more embarrassed. He once resented Al for being unfaithful to Wanwan—at least spiritually. At that time, he never imagined that he would accept Al's feelings four years later and love him like Al loved him. Al.

"We will go to hell, but not now," Wang Yao put his hand on Al's, "No matter what happened, what we have to do now is to make Wanwan's life better and not let anyone die like Chunyan, so —Let's overthrow those bastard gods together!"

Al held Wang Yao's hand: "I'll join."

Ivan raised his glass: "Gentlemen, to a world without God, cheers!"

"Cheers!" the three said together.

The three empty cups knocked loudly on the table, like falling chess pieces.

tbc

☆、Epilogue

Epilogue

Tokyo, the cemetery of the Honda family.

The newly dug up soil under the tombstone proves that this is a new tomb, and the solemn crowd in black around it shows that the funeral has just ended.Honda Ju's funeral was solemn and grand, but few of them were relatives who came to express their condolences. In this huge underworld family, loving each other is a luxury, and killing each other is the norm.

Honda Sakura in a black kimono is crying silently. She will live in this widow's appearance for a long time, maybe not so long, when she married Honda Ju in white kimono many years ago Knowing that I am unlikely to live a long and safe life.

The guests gradually dispersed, and some female members or family members of the group came forward to say a word or two of comfort to Sakura Honda, and she sent them away with tears in her eyes and a polite smile.

Honda Sakura looked up at the small slope far away from the cemetery. Two familiar figures appeared in her blurred vision. The two had been standing there for a long time.

After most of the guests had dispersed, Wang Yao and Al walked down the slope and came to Honda Sakura.

"I'm sorry for your loss, ma'am," Al said as gently and respectfully as he could.

Honda Sakura, who was still sobbing, didn't look at the two of them, and squeezed out a cold sentence from between the two rows of white teeth: "I hope he never sees you!"

"I'm sorry." Wang Yao said in a low tone.

Honda Sakura's good upbringing disappeared in front of the two of them. She threw the handkerchief for wiping tears in Wang Yao's face, shook her head and left.

Wang Yao didn't move, the small ball of cloth hit him on the bridge of the nose limply, and fell lightly in front of the tombstone.

"She should hate us." Al patted Wang Yao's shoulder.

"Yes." Wang Yao whispered.

A month later.

Russia, St. Petersburg.

The rippling waters of the Neva River extend all the way to the Baltic Sea. The baroque buildings that form a stretch along the river are magnificent. The Winter Palace and the church complement each other, like a fairy tale world built by huge dollhouses.

Not far away, two beardless sphinxes lie facing each other, and the bustling tourists under their feet are pushing to take photos with the statues, and the voices are noisy.Beside them, passers-by on the ancient streets, tall and thin young men all have beautiful faces that cannot be ignored, and the girls are as beautiful and lovely as dolls, but they don't seem to be as unforgettable as the boys.

Wang Yao withdrew his gaze, and looked at Al's smiling face with peace of mind. That smile is what a loved man will only have when he looks at the person he loves.Since St. Petersburg is almost cloudy all year round, Al's sunless skin turned pale, but Wang Yao knew he was healthy.

"I'm really afraid that you will become like them." Wang Yao pointed to the beautiful boys with plaster skin on the street.

"If I become like that, will you throw me in St. Petersburg and go back to China to find that healthy and beautiful little boy?" Al asked with a smirk.He didn't forget Xiaoqin from Xi'an, the relationship between that boy and Wang Yao was a bit too good.

"How is it possible?" Wang Yao knew that Al was teasing, "I'm afraid you can't laugh like these boys." These Russian boys are so beautiful and cold, like perfect ice sculptures.

"If you leave me, I won't laugh anymore." Al leaned close to Wang Yao's face, his passionate and deep blue eyes stared at Wang Yao's eyes for a long time.

"You almost left me at the customs." Wang Yao said with a smile.

Russian customs are not very friendly to American citizens. Al was detained for an hour for no reason before passing the customs, but Wang Yao passed the customs smoothly - he was holding a Chinese passport.

"I didn't know you still had a Chinese passport!" Al complained angrily after entering the customs.

"There are still many things you don't know!" Wang Yao said proudly.Wang Yao has passports from seven countries, and all of them are valid, which allows him to travel almost unimpeded around the world.

It was Ivan’s arrangement to come to Russia. Russia is still a place beyond the reach of God’s plan. Ivan sent the two of them into the country through Moscow’s relationship, and then let them go to St. Petersburg as travelers and prepared them for long-term residence. conditions of.According to Ivan, God planned not to find them in a short period of time, and the two were able to obtain temporary stability.

"Hey, cowboy, what are you looking at?" Wang Yao's teasing voice interrupted Al's memory.

"Wow, I didn't mean to." Al found that his eyes had been falling on a young man, like most young men on the road, that man had a tall and thin figure, a delicate face and light blond hair. At that time, the other party was looking at Al with hostility.Al didn't want to fight in Russia—there was a high probability of fights here, and given his current asylum status, provocations were obviously unwise.

"Actually, I was also very surprised," Wang Yao said with a smile, "I always thought that there would be no man more beautiful than Ivan in the world, but here, they are all as beautiful as him."

"Too beautiful to be bored with." Al pointed out sharply.

"Indeed," Wang Yao agreed, "so I choose the only one who doesn't bore me."

Al withdrew his gaze, and asked with some worry and seriousness: "Yao, do you believe in Wang Jialong's anti-God plan?"

Wang Yao said: "If this can achieve the best results, I am willing to believe."

Al smiled helplessly: "As long as I can keep you alive and well by my side, I'm willing to take a gamble."

Both Wang Yao and Al knew that they were destined not to live a peaceful life, but this did not mean that they were not qualified to enjoy happy moments.

Wang Yao suddenly raised his hand to clasp the back of Al's head, lowered Al's blond head, and kissed Al's lips deeply.

Al was stunned for a moment, then hugged Wang Yao tightly, deepening the kiss.

There is a cool breeze on the surface of the Neva River, amidst the waves floating, the afterglow of the setting sun glistens like gold, as unpredictable as their future.

The End