Yokohama City, at the end of November 2018.

The most famous five-star hotel in the city center, on the 26th floor, in the quiet corridor, a young waiter raised his left tray, holding an ice bucket full of ice cubes and a 3l volume, and moved forward slowly. He politely and professionally greeted every guest coming and going around, bowed humbly, lowered his head slightly, and walked straight towards his goal - Room 2666.

It was a presidential suite, with two bodyguards with cold-faced faces standing at the door. One of them raised his hand to stop him and began to search for him routinely. He showed high cooperation. The other looked at him vigilantly, picked up an ice cube from the ice bucket, looked, smelled it, took out a knife, scraped off a layer of frost, put it in his mouth, and licked it. After waiting for a few seconds, he felt no problem. At the same time, the man who searched for him also confirmed that he was safe, and the two nodded and let it go.

When he pressed the doorbell and pushed open the door, the sound of heavy metal music inside was almost suffocating. The waiter showed a embarrassed expression on his face, and looked at the bodyguard on the left with a pitiful look. The bodyguard was very unhappy when he saw this, and immediately turned his head, gritted his teeth and made a threatening expression that he quickly entered. The waiter was helpless, so he had to nod, responded gently, and then stepped into the room.

There was a circle of men and women sitting on the sofa in the living room. The waiter kept his head down and did not dare to look up. He looked respectful and humble, but he knew that the highest status here was the middle-aged man in a black kimono sitting in the middle. He was staring at himself up and down. He walked forward in small steps, knelt down, put down the ice bucket with both hands, pushed forward gently, and whispered: "ゆっくてください (please use it slowly)", saluted, stood up, bowed and retreated to the door, opened the door, exited the room, saluted the two bodyguards, turned around and walked towards the corner of the floor, and left the two of them's sight.

At this point, the waiter let out a light breath, and still walked straight to the fire escape with his steady steps, opened the door, went in, closed the door, confirmed that there was no monitoring, and quickly took off his cuckold, took off his ugly waiter's clothing, revealing a light casual outfit with a close-fitting texture. He gently tore his hands under his neck a few times, and slowly took off a layer of skin-like object from his face, revealing a clean, ordinary, harmless face, but completely different from the previous one! Rubbed and put it in his pocket, the clothes and hats were rolled into a small ball, put into a casual aviation handbag he took out. At this time, he was completely like a traveler. He walked downstairs, two floors, pushed open the fire door and walked into the corridor, with a light step. Walk straight, turn left, use a magnetic card to open the 2415 door, push the door, enter, and close the door.

My name is Sun Qilan, of course, you can also call me Suzuki Qilan, a Chinese-Japanese. The Chinese name was given by my father. He said that I was a wood life, but the five elements lack wood, so he gave this name and added a full wood. When he was five years old, his father took me to Japan from his hometown in Jiaodong Peninsula and defected to a hardcore brother who was said to be many years ago - Uncle Nobu Suzuki.

The reason is a bit bloody - in my hometown, we offended people whom we could not afford to offend, which directly led to the separation of our mother and son. Until today, my father was seriously injured when he arrived in Japan, and he survived for three months. He was about five years old and was less than six years old, so scared that he could not cry at all. He only knew to sit blankly. Until Uncle Suzuki asked me if I wanted to avenge my father? I didn’t understand what revenge means, but I knew that before my father died, I asked me to follow the arrangements of Uncle Suzuki, so I nodded subconsciously.

My life changed.

The next day, I left the kindergarten where I was before and moved to a villa-style apartment called "Morienen" in the outskirts of Yokohama.

The apartment was big enough to accommodate my whole childhood. Here, Uncle Suzuki taught me to learn language, Japanese, Chinese and English. He also taught me culture, art, history. I also learned disguise, chemistry, fighting, guns, and how to make people history...

Uncle Suzuki told me that studying here is to train me to be a cleaner, specializing in cleaning unnecessary people - just like the work my father did back then.

He said that I don’t understand the right or wrong of this matter now, and I don’t have to understand it in the future. For the goals and commands, just execute, complete and report three steps.

Soon, I showed a very amazing talent according to Uncle Suzuki - he said I did it very artistic. I don’t understand what art is. I just disgusted with the bloody face-to-face in the teaching videos, and I don’t like the practice of shooting at a long distance. I think it’s very rough. I prefer to use more elegant methods to solve problems. I don’t have any deep hatred with the target, so there is no need to be so cruel.

Until I was 19 years old, Uncle Suzuki said that I could graduate. As a birthday gift, he also handed me a photo of me, a bachelor's degree in international business majoring in Yokohama Business University. Who knows how this came about? Anyway, I found a job in an international trading company in this city with this booklet, responsible for field operations, and traveled to East Asian countries all day long. After a few years, I actually did a good job and became the head of the department the year before yesterday. At the same time, I did not miss this major, lived up to Uncle Suzuki's expectations, and eventually became a top-notch cleaner.

By this year I am about to establish myself. In the past ten years, I have cleared 43 goals for Uncle Suzuki. I have never asked for right or wrong, just like I never leave any traces. Uncle Suzuki told me that whoever doesn’t have to exist, I will let him disappear from his household registration. Then Uncle Suzuki gave me a lot of money, enough for me to be free for a long time. To be honest, I don’t like this kind of life, but I can’t say I’m tired of it, because I have never forgotten to avenge my father! And... I also found my mother...

Uncle Suzuki said that I would talk to me about this issue when I was thirty years old. So I was waiting for this day to come. I had already decided that after I avenge my father, I would quit this business and stay away from these right and wrong and blood.

The target to be cleaned up today is Kentaro Maeda, who is a local figure. A week ago, I received the task and he had to disappear, so I started preparing. I checked the basics, tracked, and eavesdropped... I used many methods and found that many of his habits could be used, but I didn't check what kind of person he was.

Maeda is 43 years old this year. He is cruel, cautious, and extremely cautious. His residence changes day by day, but the people around him are all his confidants who have been following him for more than ten years. Everyone in his mouth has special inspections on everything he enters, and even some even try them. It can be seen that he cherishes his life.

But I know that he has a hobby, that is, he loves to drink cold drinks. Whether in spring, summer, autumn and winter, he always has to add ice to his drinks.

Four days ago, I was listening to his bodyguard phone number and learned that today, he was going to celebrate his mistress's birthday in this five-star hotel.

This is a godsend opportunity.

Room 2666...I came here yesterday and decided on a room with the name of travel, just on the lower two floors of his room, 24th floor. Last night, I sneaked into 2666 and only did one thing - cut off three-quarters of the wires of the indoor ice maker. In this way, the ice maker can still be used, but it can't last for too long, and the remaining lines will be burned out in a while. For Kentaro Maeda, who is not happy with ice, the only way to get ice in this winter is to ask for help from the hotel.

So, what happened just now.
Chapter completed!