Yang Luo didn't even look at it: "Go!"

Song Xiaoqiao drove out of the community: "Where are you going now?"

Yang Luo looked at the time: "It's past three o'clock in the afternoon, find a place to fill your stomach."

Song Xiaoqiao drove around for a long time before finding a small shop: "Here?"

Yang Luo pushed open the car door and got out. At this time, the snow outside had stopped, but the temperature seemed to drop a lot after the snow. Even if the sun had already come out, it did not bring much temperature to the world. The sun shone on the snow and reflected dazzling light.

Yang Luo took a deep breath, and the cold air sucked into his lungs, as if he was about to freeze his internal organs: "Go in!"

A few people entered the shop. The area was small and there were only five tables, but they were very clean.

The boss's wife was about forty years old. When she saw a guest coming in, she hurriedly came over: "Welcome!"

Yang Luo looked at it: "Boss, the business is not so good, why don't there be a single customer?"

The boss smiled: "It's so snowing, there are not many pedestrians on the street, so who would come to eat at my small shop? However, because our small shop is clean and economical, the business is pretty good."

At this time, Zhao Yu and He Ze gathered the two tables together. Xiao Qi took a few more chairs and asked, "Boss, what are you eating here?"

Several people sat down and the boss's wife said, "The soup dumplings are my husband's ancestral craftsmanship, and there are also various cooking dishes."

"Okay!" Yang Luo said, "Give me thirty buns first."

The boss's wife nodded and was about to leave when she heard Yang Luo murmuring: "To be kind to yourself these days, you can't just eat buns."

The proprietress put down her leg that had just been lifted: "What else do you need?"

Yang Luo waved his hand very proudly, as if he had made a great decision: "Come on a bowl of egg soup!"

Hearing Yang Luo's words, Xiaoqi and the others were covered in darkness. Song Xiaoqiao and Zheng Hangqi rolled their eyes. The proprietress wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, so she turned around and left quickly.

When they finished their meals slowly and it was already dark outside, Yang Luo burped, picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth.

"Let's go, let's meet the cuckoo."

Xiaoqi said, "The Heavenly King is there, are only a few of us going?"

Yang Luo took out a cigarette and lit a mouthful, and took a sip with great pleasure: "The King of Heaven will not stay there for the night."

"How do you know?" Song Xiaoqiao asked.

Yang Luo stood up and walked out: "Intuition!"

In the darkness, Song Xiaoqiao drove into Binjiang New City. This time the security guard did not dare to stop him and let him go directly.

Song Xiaoqiao found a place to stop the car, and Yang Luo said, "Xiaoqi, you three are staying in the car." After that, he pushed open the car door and got out of the car, and took Song Xiaoqiao and Zheng Hangqi to Villa No. 88.

When we approached the villa, the king's car was no longer there, and the villa was quiet and dark.

Song Xiaoqiao looked at Yang Luo and said softly: "Just go in like this?"

Yang Luo shook her head slightly: "She wanted to contact us in such a secret way. I suspect she has been under house arrest."

Zheng Hangqi said: "In other words, there are still people around her monitoring?"

Yang Luo nodded: "It's very likely!" After saying that, he looked around and saw no pedestrians making gestures. The three of them climbed over the fence outside the villa like ghosts, rushed to the darkness on the right side of the villa, and then leaned against the wall toward the gate of the villa.

When he arrived at the door, Yang Luo squatted down, pulled out two thin steel wires from the cuffs and inserted them into the keyhole. After a while, he heard a light sound of the jammed sound, Yang Luo nodded to Song Xiaoqiao and Zheng Hangqi.

The two of them bent down and pulled out their sabers in their land combat boots and held them in their hands, making an OK gesture.

Yang Luo suddenly opened the security door. Almost at the same time, Song Xiaoqiao and Zheng Hangqi rushed into the room at an astonishing speed that was lightning speed, and then Yang Luo flashed in.

"Who?" A roar came from the dark room, and then a black figure rushed towards Song Xiaoqiao.

Song Xiaoqiao quickly flashed and grabbed Heiying's shoulder. Heiying didn't expect that this uninvited guest would move so quickly, and his shoulders trembled and broke free from Song Xiaoqiao's control.

"Huh!"

Song Xiaoqiao exclaimed unexpectedly, and then saw the black shadow raise his right hand, holding something in his hand. Although it was too dark inside the house and couldn't see clearly, he knew it must be a gun.

At this time, Zheng Hangqi rushed out in the dark. The black shadow felt the sound of the wind behind him. Instead of turning around, he jumped up, twisted his waist hard, flipped his body, and pointed the muzzle at Zheng Hangqi.

Before he could pull the trigger, a big hand grabbed his neck, and a powerful force surged in, his body fell rapidly, and with a bang, it was smashed to the ground like a broken sack. I suddenly felt that the bones in my body seemed to have fallen apart and could not move.

"Click!"

A terrible sound of bone fracture sounded in the darkness, and Zheng Hangqi stepped on the neck of the black shadow lying on the ground.

At this moment, the light suddenly lit up. Yang Luo did not hesitate at all. His right arm shook, the saber slid into his hand, his arm raised, and a cold light flashed.

"puff!"

At the stairs on the second floor, a big man holding a gun stood straight there. The saber had stabbed into his throat, and blood slowly overflowed along the blade.

"thump!"

The guy slowly fell forward and rolled down the stairs.

"I didn't expect that you were really here." A girl in a white dress and wearing myopic glasses on her face walked downstairs.

Yang Luo looked at it and found that the girl was not very old, only twenty-four or twenty-five years old. She was not tall, but she was not short. Her delicate facial features, soft long hair, and myopia mirrors gave people a very intellectual beauty. Especially her eyes, you can clearly see through the lenses that the girl's eyes were shining with wise eyes that were very inconsistent with her age.

Yang Luo smiled. The girl was the one I saw at the Hongqi Hotel, but now she has taken off her makeup and looks and temperament are completely different.

"cuckoo?"

The cuckoo bird walked down and didn't even look at the two bodies. He came to the sofa and sat down: "I did not see the wrong person."

"Oh?" Yang Luo raised his eyebrows, walked over and sat opposite the Cuckoo bird, took out a cigarette in his pocket and lit a piece of it, "How do you know, I'm at the scene?"

Song Xiaoqiao and Zheng Hangqi walked over, stood behind Yang Luo, and kept looking at the girl vigilantly.

The cuckoo leaned back and slowly placed his right leg on his left leg. The slippers on his feet hung on his light pink toes and kept swaying.

"I didn't know you were on the scene, I was just trying my luck. I didn't expect my luck to be pretty good."

Yang Luo took a sip of cigarette: "But how do you know that I will find you?"

Dujuanniao said: "You are perfect for the two assassinations of the King's men, so I judge that your IQ is not lower than mine. If you are at the scene, I act so abnormally and you will not doubt it when you yell in the crowd, and I don't need to cooperate with you."

Yang Luo blew up the ashes: "If you betray the king, aren't you afraid that he will kill you?"

The cuckoo tilted his head and looked at Yang Luo: "I didn't betray him."

Yang Luo smiled: "I don't believe you didn't see the SWAT team leaving, but you still notify the people in the police station to take action. Isn't this betrayal?"

The cuckoo bird smiled, with a beautiful smile, giving people a feeling of spring breeze: "We won't say this anymore."

Yang Luoshuang slaps his shoulders: "Okay, then let's talk about what you are looking for me."

The cuckoo said, "Can you answer a question?"

Yang Luo nodded: "Say!"

The cuckoo bird said, "I have always wanted to kill the king of heaven, but I can't kill him at all. When you appeared, I saw hope. But what puzzled me was why you only attacked the minions around him and let him go? So I couldn't help but take the risk to lure you out, wondering what the reason is. If you are not sure, I can help you."

Yang Luo pouted: "Your name is Cuckoo, how could you guess?"

The cuckoo bird smiled slightly: "Although the cuckoo bird is the most cunning animal in the world, it is not a god."

Yang Luo finally took a sip of cigarette, threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stepped on it: "I don't understand, can you answer?"

The cuckoo nodded: "Yes!"

Yang Luo said: "There is rumors that the king of heaven is very cunning. Many people want to kill him. Even if the police are looking for evidence of his crime, they can't find it. Today I understand that the king of heaven can survive until now, not because of how smart he is, but because you are his think tank behind him. But you have been by his side for so long, and you should have mastered a lot of evidence of his crime, so why not hand it over to the police?"

The girl changed her position and made it more comfortable to sit. She looked back at the two corpses: "They were sent by the King of Heaven to monitor me. It can be said that they were loyal to the King of Heaven. Even after the King of Heaven entered, they did not leave. Also, even if I had evidence in my hand, it was useless because he was Zuo Jingfeng's illegitimate son, the former police chief. Do you know how the undercover police exposed that year? It was Zuo Jingfeng who secretly informed him."

This was unexpected and a bit unexpected to Yang Luo. What was unexpected was that he guessed that the king of heaven had something to do with Zuo Jingfeng. What was unexpected was that the king of heaven was actually Zuo Jingfeng's illegitimate son.

"Okay, the last question. You follow the king and act as his think tank. He should be nice to you, which makes me unable to think of a reason for you to kill him."

The cuckoo closed his eyes, and a look of pain appeared on his relaxed expression: "I am the half-sister of the Heavenly King!"

"Ah?" Song Xiaoqiao and Zheng Hangqi opened their mouths and exclaimed. Not only were they surprised, but even Yang Luo was surprised, but it was a huge surprise. This is more fucking bloody than a bloody TV series. I guess there will be a more bloody story next.

The expression on the Cuckoo Bird's face recovered and was very calm: "My mother followed Zuo Jingfeng for five years and was pregnant with the King of Heaven. At that time, my mother also knew that Zuo Jingfeng could not give her a future and could not marry my father. In the third year of the King of Heaven, my mother gave birth to me. When I was one year old, my father was diagnosed with gastric cancer and died in just one month. As far as I can remember, I often saw Zuo Jingfeng appear at my house. In fact, I also knew that if it weren't for Zuo Jingfeng, I might have starved to death and I would have had nothing to hate for him.

The days afterwards were very peaceful, until when I was sixteen years old, I was taking a bath at home alone, and the king suddenly broke in and raped me. When my mother found out, she beat him and found Zuo Jingfeng, but she didn't expect that Zuo Jingfeng not only ignored it, but also scolded my mother. When the king found out, he killed my mother the next day."

Yang Luo nodded: "Everyone said that he stole the family's money and was beaten up by your mother before killing your mother. It seems that the rumors are not credible."
Chapter completed!