After dinner, Zhao Qiang said hello to Wang Yuxi and went out.
Although Wang Yuxi didn't know how Zhao Qiang could get together with so many friends when he first arrived, she always believed Zhao Qiang's words.
Zhao Qiang did not go far, but stopped in a nearby park.
"Is something wrong?" I don't know when, a man as feminine as a woman appeared behind Zhao Qiang.
Zhao Qiang looked back at Lang Yixin and smiled: "Has anything happened recently?"
"No." Lang Yixin shook his head, "There is no trace of the mysterious organization you mentioned."
Disappeared?
Zhao Qiang was stunned. Could it be that some idiot organized this killer organization to kill those who are weak and run away from those who are powerful?
"Haha, if that's the case, then you don't need to investigate deliberately. Just protect the people in the villa."
Lang Yixin nodded, "I know."
"Haha, I can rest assured that you are doing your job." Zhao Qiang patted Lang Yixin on the shoulder.
Lang Yixin dodged Zhao Qiang's hand lightly, frowned and said, "Don't touch me."
"Damn! You're such a big old man, do you think I want to fucking touch you? I just want to encourage you. You have something in your mind all day long!" Zhao Qiang cursed and paused.
After a pause, he said: "By the way, you are not allowed to touch those three women in the villa!"
"Is that your woman?" Lang Yixin looked at Zhao Qiang with a half-smile.
"Why do you care so much?" Zhao Qiang curled his lips dissatisfied.
"All three?"
"..."
"How come 9527, who is known in our department as a pervert with a lusty heart but no guts, who talks a lot but dares not act, has changed his gender?" Lang Yixin, a man who was originally taciturn and rarely even smiled, at this moment, his lips turned soft.
It rose slightly.
Zhao Qiang's face, which was originally impenetrable to bullets, couldn't help but blush, and he said awkwardly: "You...you talk too much!"
Lang Yixin seemed to know that he was abnormal, and ignored Zhao Qiang, but said calmly: "I wonder how the boss and Xiao Liu'er will react if I tell them about this?"
"If you dare to say that, I will throw the clothes into the manure pit, fish them out, and let you wear them!" Zhao Qiang said harshly.
Lang Yixin's expression changed and he said coldly: "How do you explain doing things that have nothing to do with the mission during the mission?"
"Hey, Yi Xin, we both grew up wearing the same underpants, why do we care about this little thing? I know you will keep it a secret for me," Zhao Qiang said flatteringly.
Wear shorts?
Since when did you wear the same panties with him?
Lang Yixin's face turned red and white, which was a great shame for the mysophobic Lang Yixin!
"If you don't want to die, take back what you just said!" Lang Yixin said with a cold face.
"Huh? What did I just say?"
"You said we grew up wearing the same underpants..." Lang Yixin's voice suddenly stopped, and then he realized that he had been deceived.
"Oh, okay, I take back what I just said, we definitely didn't grow up wearing the same underpants." Zhao Qiang said sincerely.
"Well, I haven't called the boss for a long time."
"Sue! It's not like he doesn't know anyway."
"My hands are itchy."
"..."
Zhao Qiang twitched the corner of his mouth and took three steps back. Whoever he was going to fight with, Zhao Qiang didn't want to fight with this lunatic. He had a completely life-threatening routine!
Fighting with Lang is not called fighting, it is called risking one's life!
Seeing Zhao Qiang's expression, Lang Yixin sighed. Although he seemed silent on the outside, in fact, the more someone like this, the lonelier he feels.
There are many comrades in the department, but there are only a few who can be called friends.
Among them, only Zhao Qiang dared to provoke him and left him nowhere to vent his anger.
However, the more this happened, the more profound the impression Lang Yixin had on him.
Over the past few years, the two of them have been together through life and death countless times, and there have even been times when the other has been dragged back from the Hall of Hell.
This kind of friendship can change lives.
"I already know about your stay in Beijing."
Zhao Qiang raised his eyebrows, then smiled and said: "How is it? Are you awesome, buddy?"
"does it worth?"
"Haha, there's nothing worth it. Look, I've let girls pick up girls over the years. Have I ever picked up girls?" Zhao Qiang said with a playful smile.
"..."
"Most men can say "I love you" many times to many people. I'm different. I can say it a few times to a few people, and that's enough."
"Why not once?"
"Men are very philanthropic." Zhao Qiang blinked.
"..."
Lang Yixin didn't know anything about emotional matters, and he wasn't in the mood to know about those things. He curled his lips and said lightly: "Since you did it, then do it!"
"What's the meaning?"
"I will protect them."
"I will also protect myself." Zhao Qiang grinned and then added: "Same for you."
"I will."
"This task probably cannot be completed in a short time. There are too many people, so we can only investigate them one by one."
"I know."
"I feel wronged to you."
"No."
"You're not going to be above board?"
"When the time comes, I will."
"Okay, I'm leaving."
"I won't send it."
"..."
After leaving the park, Zhao Qiang took out another note from his arms with an address on it. He hailed a taxi and got in it.
When Zhao Qiang got out of the car, what he saw was an apartment, a very dilapidated apartment.
Not to mention the villa where Zhao Qiang lives now, even ordinary buildings are no longer comparable.
This looks like a small building from the 1970s or 1980s, with only three floors and the doors of every house are exposed.
Does she live here?
Is life already so embarrassing?
Sighing, Zhao Qiang walked straight in.
Looking at the mark "204" written on the note, Zhao Qiang walked up the stairs outside.
201…202…203…204!
right here!
Looking at the big green iron gate, Zhao Qiang sighed. The few clothes hanging outside could prove that there were indeed people living here.
I knocked lightly on the iron door and heard a "dong dong" sound.
After a while, I heard someone talking in the room, "Who is it?"
Zhao Qiang didn't say anything. The sound was really nice!
"who?"
"I!"
"Who are you?"
"The person who killed you." Zhao Qiang wanted to make a joke and pretended to be vicious outside.
"..."
Suddenly, there was no sound in the room.
Even the slightest sound was gone.
Zhao Qiang frowned slightly, feeling a little strange. Could it be that he really scared her?
Then, Zhao Qiang gently knocked on the iron door a few more times.