Volume 10 – Chapter 15: Sniper’s Sight Under The Sun (Part 1)

If looked carefully, Song Haoran’s pupils weren’t pure black but imbued with a little bit of emerald-like dark green.

He mentioned that he wasn’t pure Chinese. His father married a Spanish, so he was of mixed-blood.

“I like Spanish food, mostly because my mother made this cuisine for me when I was young.” Song Haoran smiled and said, “Of course, Chinese food is also my favorite dish. It’s a pity that it’s not easy to find them here. I can’t find a chef who serves authentic Chinese food.”

There were some Spanish descendants in this country. It wasn’t difficult to find authentic Spanish cuisine. Of course, the cuisine was influenced by the local food culture.

One of the maid’s interests was naturally cooking. At this time, she was studying the Spanish restaurant’s menu quite seriously. Luo Qiu noticed how eager she wanted to try. My diet will probably be based on Spanish cuisine soon, right?

Of course, the food the maid cooked would retain authenticity. After all, she would practice it many times first.

“So, Brother Song didn’t grow up in China since childhood?”

The food ordered wasn’t served yet, but Luo Qiu had been chatting to Song Haoran for a while. Song Haoren also asked Luo Qiu to refrain from using the formal address.

Song Haoran took a sip of water and nodded, “My father should be considered an overseas Chinese, and his business is here. For China, I have followed my father back to that place several times.”

Song Haoran seemed to be reminiscing, shrugging his shoulders, and said, “He said he was looking for relatives, but unfortunately, his effort was to no avail.”

Luo Qiu’s attention was caught. He liked the feeling of slowly discovering something: Feeling that time was beginning to flow from him as the origin, making his heart start to beat.

Luo Qiu could even feel the blood flow in his body. This feeling gave him another pleasant sensation similar to the elation when peeking at the color of the soul that happened when he switched his perspective to Nero. I wonder where this prankster is?

Maybe we should find a time to switch perspectives.

While thinking about this, Luo Qiu didn’t pause in the conversation but asked, “Oh, Brother Song has relatives back in China?”

Song Haoran smiled. He suddenly felt that he liked this young man with a sense of indescribable intimacy, “Yes, but I don’t know if they are still there or not. According to my father, he mentioned he has an elder brother, which is my uncle. Their age gap is somewhat big. They got separated because of something. In the end, my father wandered alone and came to South America.”

Song Haoran glanced at the time on his watch. At the same time, he inadvertently glanced outside the street and said, “Later, my father sent someone back to China to look around. He did receive some plausible news and clues. Every time, he would happily take me back to China. But the results were unsatisfactory. In the following years, my father’s health worsened. Then, his visits to China became lesser. The last time we went back to China was three years ago. I miss Shanghai’s Crabs and steamed dumplings very much. You can’t find those here.”

Luo Qiu nodded and sighed, “However, even so, Brother Song, your mother tongue is splendid.”

Song Haoran said somewhat resignedly, “I can’t help it. My father is a nostalgic person. He supervised my learning of my mother tongue. Imagine this, everyone around me spoke in Latin, whether it was school or among my friends. But after returning home, I still have to communicate with my father in Mandarin. It’s a bit tough.”

“Your accent sounds like it’s from Jiangsu.” Luo Qiu smiled.

“I heard from my father that his ancestral home is in the Suzhou area.” Song Haoran nodded, but he couldn’t discern Luo Qiu’s accent. It felt like the standard Mandarin accent in the textbook.

Song Haoran suddenly noticed the small vase used for decoration on the table was moved away. The orchid leaves in the vase swayed. That seemed to have made more space for the table to make it easier for the waiters to serve food later.

A red dot hid quietly under the swaying leaves. Song Haoran looked at Luo Qiu and You Ye. He noticed that they were not aware of it and still discussing whether to order more food. He smiled and said, “Have you figured out what other delicacies you would want to try? Why don’t you ask me about this? I’m half Spanish.”

“Then, please give us a suggestion, Brother Song.” Boss Luo smiled.

The red dot disappeared quitely.

…

The laser was like a silk thread. Under the environment filled with different colors, only in certain dark shadows could one notice the red dot laser as fine as a silk thread. Its end was a sophisticated instrument: Red Dot Sight [1].

The sight was naturally mounted on a sniper.

The man, who has a bronze complexion typical to locals, was lying on the roof of a nine-story building nearby. He had a tourist outfit, a miniature earphone on his ear, and a black suitcase next to him.

Obviously, it was used to hide the sniper. In this equipment, there was no doubt that this Latin American man was waiting for his prey to appear.

But he was covering his ears with some pain at this time. The reason was the abrupt noises in his earphones and the cursing sound… It seemed to be a woman’s voice.

“O’Neill! Focus! Or not, I will fuck you up when you come back! The military advisor doesn’t know why the men and women are eating in the restaurant. It may be something important. Don’t ruin this operation!”

The name of the man holding the sniper was called O’Neill.

He rubbed his ears quite resignedly and said disapprovingly, “I’m just saying hello to the military advisor. Don’t be so nervous—just look out for the target. Also, Lluvia, shouldn’t you pay attention to the route where the target may appear? How do you know that I’m on the radio with the military advisor?”

“Fuck off?”

The disruptive noise came again. It was evident that the woman named Lluvia was speaking into the earphone in a booming voice.

O’Neill rubbed his ears with resignation but couldn’t help but say curiously, “By the way, Lluvia, do you know what the military advisor is doing right now? Why did he suddenly have lunch with two strangers? Doesn’t this boy look a bit like the military advisor?”

“I don’t think so.” Lluvia’s voice seemed to return to normal this time.

O’Neill rubbed his head, then shrugged and said, “Anyway, all Asians look the same to me. Lluvia, are you free tonight? Can I visit your room? Anyway, the military advisor isn’t interested in you.”

“I can consider cutting off your genitals. I heard that the freshly cut toy could be sold as an organ if it is well preserved. I think I can find a buyer on the black market!”

O’Neill felt a slight coolness in his lower body. Horror painted on his face. He imagined that his jewel was installed on someone else’s body…

“Oh…Lluvia, you know my heart is for you! You have to understand, how can the military advisor’s small body satisfy you?”

“Just deal with the bunch of women in your house first! Of course, I think I can teach those women how to do what I said just now. I think they will be glad!”

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