Moran was honest and honest with Du Weiguo, which added understanding and compassion to the relationship between them. Everything is fate, and no one can control it at all.
Moran is unfortunate. She was coerced by a demon like Yanli at a young age. In order to survive, she had no choice at all.
At the same time, she was also lucky. She returned to the inland after all the troubles and met Du Weiguo just after diving deep.
Although the latent mission was a failure, he took this opportunity to get rid of the shackles in one fell swoop. Although he can only live in hiding now, at least he is still free.
Blessings lie behind misfortunes, and misfortunes lie behind blessings. No one can really tell.
At this moment, in the Kowloon Walled City, which is like a huge maze, there is a barely adequate residence.
This house is not big, only about 30 square meters in total. Of course, the spacious houses in the Kowloon Walled City are very limited, and most of them are cramped.
The room was clean and fresh. The window was blocked by the building in front of the window, and the curtains were also blocked, so the light in the room was very dim.
A tall, handsome, middle-aged man with a handsome appearance was sitting in front of the table with a gloomy expression.
He put down a newspaper in his hand, blew out the smoke, smashed it in his mouth, and murmured to himself:
"Tsk! 6 lives were taken, and then the mountain was set on fire and the corpses were destroyed. This little brat was so ruthless!
It seems that Hu Fei, an old man, is really anxious this time and has used all his trump cards.
He acts ruthlessly and has no taboos. He should be the boy named Du Yanwang, right? Ha, interesting, my nickname is Wuchang, and his name is the King of Hell. He is obviously trying to kill me, right?"
At this moment, there was the sound of a key turning the lock at the door. The man's eyes suddenly froze, and his hand immediately touched the bottom of the table.
After a while, a coquettish woman with a hot figure, wearing a high-slit cheongsam, opened the door and walked in.
Judging from her outfit and coquettish demeanor, she must be a dancing girl who hangs out in nightclubs.
She put a brown paper bag with oil stains in her hand on the table, twisted her hips to come to the man, sat down on his lap, and spoke in a charming and unrestrained tone:
"Mr. Huang, I brought you freshly baked barbecued pork buns. The outside is white and fluffy, and the inside is red, smooth and tender!"
The man's brows furrowed slightly, and there was an obvious look of disgust in his eyes.
However, his hand was very dishonest. He reached into the woman's cheongsam along the slit and said in a vicious tone:
"Really? Then let me have a taste. Is it really as smooth as you said?"
"Giggle~"
For a long time, the woman lay on his chest, her eyes as charming as silk, and her voice was lazy:
"Mr. Huang, by the way, what kind of business do you do? Why do you stay at home all day long and still have money to spend?"
The man's big hands were very rough, but they rubbed the woman's back extremely gently, and he smiled and joked:
"I'm a killer. I usually don't have any work to do, but one job can take me a long time."
The woman chuckled and patted him:
"Killer, oh, that sounds so powerful! Then where is your gun? Where is the knife? Are you going to kill people with your bare hands?"
"Haha~"
There was a smile on the man's lips, and his hands slowly climbed up from the woman's back to her neck.
"Click!"
There was a soft sound, and the woman's neck twisted into an incredible angle. Her eyes were filled with an incredible look and gradually lost their luster.
The man turned over and sat up expressionlessly, scratched his hair, walked to the table, took out the already cold barbecued pork bun, took a big bite, and chewed hard.
He glanced up at the woman who was already cold and stiff on the bed, and muttered to herself vaguely:
"Damn it, I have to change my place of residence again. It's so annoying!"
Moments later, a fire broke out in a residence in Kowloon Walled City. The fire was so fierce that when the fire brigade arrived, it had already affected many shanty houses.
Not far from the fire scene, the man had a cigarette in his mouth and a travel bag in his hand. He walked slowly and slowly away.
At 4 o'clock in the afternoon that day, the restaurant leader of Hong Kong 14K hurriedly left Hong Kong Island and went to Tai O, saying that he was negotiating a big deal.
Before leaving, he re-posted Wesley's previous killing order on the social media, and the secret money soared from 100,000 Hong Kong dollars to 150,000 Hong Kong dollars.
Almost at the same time, Xiangjiang's Yi Zitou also issued a reward order, and the secret reward was only 10,000 yuan.
The entire island is tracking down a man nicknamed Dasha. The photo of this guy is very clear, and he clearly looks like Bai Jian.
In Causeway Bay, in Moran's high-end apartment building, Du Weiguo held in his hand the wanted order issued by 14K.
Looking at the slightly blurry portrait, he frowned and said in a harsh tone:
"Damn, this damn troublemaker, how about I go to Tai O and get rid of this 14K restaurant faucet, and I'll be done with it."
Moran came over, took the wanted notice, and advised:
"It's better to do less than to do more. These associations are inextricably linked to the north. You don't care about this anyway, so just ignore him."
Du Weiguo sighed with an angry tone:
"Made, and this damn Bai Jian, they are indeed as their names suggest. They are so mean! They actually used such dirty tricks."
Upon hearing this, Moran immediately sneered, curled his lips, and said in a joking tone:
"Haha! Boss, you are just trying to make a fool of yourself. Didn't you also play his tricks and use photos directly? You gave him a stupid nickname.
You guys are indeed from the same school, even the techniques are exactly the same. There was a big fire at Kowloon Walled City this morning and several people were burned to death. It was probably his handiwork."
Du Weiguo lit a cigarette and said in a solemn tone:
"Mo Lan, do you have a safe channel to find your adopted son's hair with dark flowers? Don't let people follow the clues to find you again."
Mo Lan glanced at Du Weiguo gently with his charming fox eyes, and said in a teasing tone:
"Are you worried about me, or can't you trust me?"
Du Weiguo exhaled smoke, frowned, and said in a low tone:
"Molan, I have repeatedly stressed that the opponent we face this time is extremely powerful and we must not be careless.
Think about it, if he was just an ordinary guy, would Mainland China send me to Hong Kong Island to kill him personally?"
Seeing Du Weiguo's serious look, Mo Lan rolled his eyes at him, slapped his mouth, and said in a helpless tone:
"The hidden flower of Bai Jian cost 10,000 Hong Kong dollars. In fact, I spent a full 50,000 yuan, and passed more than one hand in the process.
Besides, the contact person for the task I posted has never met me at all. They are all single-line contacts, and he has no ability to track or discover me."
Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows, "Good guy, use the best espionage methods to deal with these young and Dangerous guys! Isn't this a dimensionality reduction strike?"
"Well, are you so cautious? It seems that I am unfounded."
Moran rolled his eyes at him angrily and said in a arrogant tone:
"Huh, what else do you think? Du Weiguo, to be honest, in terms of skill, I may not be your opponent.
But when it comes to these hidden front methods, you, a halfway monk, can’t do it at all.”
Du Weiguo nodded without any shame:
"Well, indeed, I admit that your methods are very good and you are the top secret agent. I am far inferior.
In fact, when we were in Baoshan, if you hadn't been merciful, I would have met the real Lord of Hell."
Moran was praised extremely well and her eyes were as charming as silk, but her tone suddenly changed and became a little sad:
"I originally wanted to care about the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch. I care about you with all my heart and soul. I will betray the organization and risk my life to save you.
Humph! And what about you? You are so cruel that you shouted at me to beat me and kill me, and you showed no mercy."
Du Weiguo put out his cigarette butt and retorted in surprise:
"Nonsense! When did I show no mercy to you?"
"Hmph, when you were on the edge of the Nu River, did you mistake Zhu Shuangshuang for me? You didn't even blink your eyes at that time and just shot him to death."
Although this was not a real situation, Du Weiguo reacted instantly, frowning and speaking in a low voice:
"Molan, you actually know the contents of my report. Is the Special Service Division actually so seriously infiltrated?"
Moran sighed, his eyes were red, and his tone was a bit sad:
"No, it's just that the power in Baoshan is relatively strong, but as far as I know, you have basically killed them all in one go. King Du Yan is well-deserved.
Huh, don't change the subject here and there, Du Weiguo, why are you so cruel to me?"
Du Weiguo slapped her on the butt hard and scolded angrily:
"That's nonsense. Within 100 meters, I can even tell the difference between a male and a female fly, but I can't tell you and Zhu Shuangshuang apart?"
"real?"
Mo Lan was hesitant, Du Weiguo took her in his arms and patted her again:
"Otherwise, where do you think my marksmanship comes from? This is called talent. Apart from my eyes, I have one more thing that makes me stand out!"
Moran asked curiously: "What?"
Du Weiguo came close to her ear and whispered something rascally. It was rare that Mo Lan even blushed, but his eyes were so charming that they were about to turn into silk.
Omit~
Yau Ma Tei, the Pigeon Cage Apartment Building, is an ugly house with one bedroom and one living room, less than 20 square meters. This is the residence of a housewife, with dim and flickering lights.
Bai Jian sat on the bed with a livid face, holding a wanted poster in his hand. On the floor under his feet, a woman lay there with her neck twisted and her eyes closed.
Not far away, in the outer room, there was the body of a stout man. His temple was directly pierced by a chopstick.
The clear photos and the silly nickname of Dasha were like sharp knives, constantly stimulating his nerves and pride.
"Cao Nima, what a great game! Little Bi Zai, if I don't eat you alive, I won't be Bai Wuchang!"
Bai Jian's face became more and more gloomy, he clenched his fists and rolled up the wanted order in his hand into a paper ball.
He struck a match, lit the ball of paper, and threw it on the ground. Boom, the kerosene thrown on the ground was also ignited. His face flickered in the light of the fire, which was terrifying!