Chapter 359 Super Magic Stick The afternoon sunshine is like a cup of warm milk tea, with a hint of laziness, quietly swaying in front of the window
There were very few people in the "Love Zone" cafe, and since he had seen Milan before in a video, Ye Feng almost only needed one glance to find Milan immersed in music in the window seat.
With his signature charming smile, Ye Feng sat across from Milan in a smart manner.
Milan is more beautiful in reality than in the video. Under the bright sunshine, her face with light makeup has a quiet beauty, her long black hair is draped on her shoulders, and her thick eyelashes are long and curled, like two
The little brush flickers and flutters, making it look extraordinarily delicate and charming.
Suddenly, he found a handsome man looking at him with a smile. Milan was startled and hurriedly took off his MP3 player.
"Hello, beautiful writer." Ye Feng smiled and extended his palm. "I am the romantic killer."
"So it's you." Milan couldn't help but smile and stuck out his tongue playfully. "Hehe, I originally wanted to tell you that there is already someone here."
"Hello, Mr. Killer." Milan stretched out his little hand and shook hands with Ye Feng. "You came and went without a trace. I don't know how you sat in front of me. Hehe, it seems that I really met you.
To a legendary killer."
With important matters at hand, Ye Feng didn't care about having a romantic relationship with the beautiful woman, and asked straight to the point about the "super magic stick".
Milan's close friend is named Ning Qianqian. She, like Ye Feng, was met by Milan on the Internet. Since both of them are stay-at-home girls, they usually have a lot of free time and often spend time online.
They met on the street, and as time went by, the two became more and more interested in each other, and they became good friends in life.
The reason why Milan jokingly calls Ning Qianqian the "super magic stick" is because Ning Qianqian is very knowledgeable and can be said to know everything. As a writer, Milan also knows a lot of things, but with Ning Qianqian
Compared with Qian Qian, that is much inferior. Moreover, Ning Qian Qian will tell Milan from time to time some mysterious information that has not been rumored even in the unofficial history of Xiaodao. However, even these seemingly irrelevant mysterious information often turn out to be mysterious.
It will be verified by the media in the near future. Ning Qianqian's performance has shocked Milan again and again. Over time, Ning Qianqian has naturally become the "super magic stick" in Milan's heart.
As for Ning Qianqian's public identity, Milan didn't know much about her. He only knew that she was a freelancer who made a living writing programs for an online game company.
"Qianqian has a somewhat lazy temperament. She only occasionally writes programs for online game companies, and she only works for one or two days every month. However, don't underestimate her. Even in this short one or two days, every month
She can earn a large commission every time." Milan took a sip of coffee and said with a smile. "She has a famous saying, work for two days and you will be free for a month."
Ye Feng smiled and nodded, sighing secretly in his heart, this Ning Qianqian is really a strange woman.
"Let's see if Qianqian can tell you some useful information to solve your urgent need. Hehe, don't underestimate these strange information that seem like a fantasy. They are top-secret information that is regarded as a major secret by governments of all countries.
." While joking, Milan suddenly put down the coffee cup in his hand and pointed out the window. "Look, the magic stick is here."
Under the bright sunshine, a tall and beautiful woman got out of the taxi.
The beauty has long flowing hair, wearing a short navy blue windbreaker, a pair of huge i sunglasses covering most of her face, black tight jeans wrapping her two long legs, and walking swaying on high heels.
The coffee shop.
"Hey." Milan waved his hand in front of Ye Feng's eyes and said with a smile. "Have you never seen a beautiful woman? Her eyes are straight."
Ye Feng smiled awkwardly, recalling the beautiful figure in his mind, and joked casually. "It's quite skinny, especially those long legs, which look like sticks. Ha, don't all magic sticks look alike?"
stick."
"Mr. Killer, you have such a sense of humor." Milan curled her lips and said with great envy. "She looks slim, but in fact, her flesh has grown to critical areas. Hehe, it's bigger where it should be, and where it should be smaller.
Her small, shallow figure can be called perfect."
"Yeah, you really can't tell." Ye Feng said pretending to be surprised.
Milan couldn't help but smile and joked, "Do I need to take off my clothes so that you can appreciate it carefully?"
"Oh, how embarrassing it would be to make such a request when we first meet."
"It's a beautiful thought, Qianqian won't let you see it."
Although it was their first meeting, Milan and Ye Feng got along quite well. At this time, they started joking with Ning Qianqian, and both of them laughed happily.
"What are you talking about? Why are you so happy?" A soft voice came over.
Ning Qianqian stood in front of the coffee table with a faint fragrance.
Milan pulled Ning Qianqian to sit down, then pointed at Ye Feng opposite, and said with a smile, "Qianqian, this handsome guy and I were discussing your devilish figure just now."
"Oh." Ning Qianqian looked Ye Feng up and down, then smiled sweetly, took off his sunglasses, and extended his hand to Ye Feng. "It's really amazing to see the number one figure in the dark world here.
I am lucky to be born. Hello, hell wind."
Ye Feng was stunned, the smile on his face froze in shock.
Although Ye Feng had mentioned to Milan that he was a killer before, he said it in a joking tone at the time. Later, during a video chat with Milan, Ye Feng was remotely targeted by a lookout from the Broken Thorn Alliance.
Sniper, Milan heard gunfire in the video, which can further confirm the identity of Ye Feng's killer. But even so, Milan still cannot know the exact identity of Ye Feng.
"Hell's wind, what does this mean, Qianqian, what are you talking about?" Milan also looked confused.
Milan's confusion made Ye Feng quickly exclude Milan. Since Milan still doesn't know her true identity, where did her best friend, Ning Qianqian, whom she met for the first time today, come from?
Know your identity.
However, Ye Feng couldn't allow Ye Feng to think too much now. The beauties had already stretched out their little hands. If he continued to think wildly and left the beauties alone, he would be very ignorant of the beauty.
Looking at the soft and boneless white jade hand and a small section of the arm as smooth and delicate as gelatin, Ye Feng instantly returned to his usual elegant and unrestrained style. He bowed and reached out, gently holding Ning Qianqian's delicate jade hand.
Point, then lower his head and kiss the back of his hand tenderly.
Ye Feng slowly let go of Ning Qianqian's little hand, nodded and said with a smile, "Ye Feng is really honored to be able to see Miss Ning's peerless beauty."
"Wow, could this be the legendary love at first sight?" Milan, a mischievous person who was afraid of chaos in the world, immediately made fun of the two of them.
"It seems that I really have some talent for being an old man." Milan pinched his throat and pretended to be a kind-hearted elder. "You two talented men and beautiful women admire each other. Hehe, then I will comply with God's will and approve your proposal.
The marriage is done and will be sent to the bridal chamber immediately."
"When the golden wind and jade dew meet, there are countless wins in the world. You two, would you like to go to the International Hotel or the Shangri-La Hotel? Hehe, I am a good person and will give you a presidential suite for free.
Let you enjoy the bridal chamber."
Milan's barrage of jokes immediately caused Ning Qianqian's pretty face to turn crimson.
"Damn girl, it's still winter, and you're already feeling spring." Ning curled her lips slightly, reached out and pinched Milan's waist hard.
"Winter has come, can spring be far behind?" Milan held Ning Qianqian's little hand and asked Ye Feng for help with a smile. "Ye Feng, why don't you take care of your bride?"
The two close best friends began to fight as if no one else was around. Ye Feng was also happy to relax, savoring the sweet and delicious latte coffee, but secretly guessing about Ning Qianqian's true identity. The killer, it doesn't look like him.
She is just a weak woman with no strength; she is not very like the agents of the National Security Bureau. There are agents who stay at home all day long...
While Ye Feng was thinking hard, the two best friends also stopped fighting.
"Qianqian, what do you mean by the wind of hell you just mentioned?" Milan immediately thought of this question that puzzled her.
"That's Ye Feng's nickname." Ning took a sip of coffee, looked at the confused Ye Feng, and continued. "There are rumors in the dark world that the wind of hell can control the breath at will. It can not only block murderous intent, but also
It can make a peaceful atmosphere linger around oneself. Facing him is like the spring breeze blowing across the face, making people forget life and death. Ye Feng, I don't know if I am right."
Ye Feng was shocked and asked hurriedly, "Miss Ning, how do you know my identity?"
"Your words and deeds betrayed you." Ning smiled lightly and put down the coffee cup. "I just saw a beautiful woman and he nodded and commented on her figure. Such a man must be romantic. Hee
Hee, in the rumors of the dark world, the wind of hell is also called the romantic killer, so of course I will guess that you are the wind of hell."
What kind of reason could this be? Ye Feng smiled bitterly in his heart and hurriedly defended. "My fair lady, gentlemen are so shy. Men like beautiful women. This alone is not enough for you to guess my identity."
"That is, to judge a person's true identity, you need to look at many aspects." Ning Qian blinked and said with a smile. "Luxury is just one of the aspects."
"Qianqian, how did you guess his identity?" Milan was a little anxious, interrupted Ning Qianqian's words, and asked straight to the point.
"A few months ago, in a chat, you told me that you met a killer and that he told you about an assassination in Siberia. After that, you mentioned this killer to me again.
There was one time when you were on a video call, and he very keenly avoided the long-range sniper attack of another killer. Based on these two things, I checked a lot of information, so I knew that he was the wind of hell, who was once the dominant killer.
The king of killers who has been at the top of the list for seven years." Ning Qianqian said lightly.
"King of Killers, it turns out you are really a killer." Milan suddenly became excited and took Ye Feng's hand. "Ye Feng, tell me all your past events, and I will write them into the novel. Hee
Hee, I think this novel will definitely cause a sensation after it is published."
It is said that writers are rich in thinking, and the same is true for Milan. As soon as he finished speaking, regardless of whether Ye Feng agreed or not, he immediately let go of Ye Feng's palm, turned around and took Ning Qianqian's little hand, and hurriedly threw out another one.
A question that has been in my mind for a long time.
"Qianqian, where did you find the information? You also know that I am writing a novel about the killer recently. For this purpose, I went to the library and archives, but I could rarely find information about the killer.
material."
"You're in the wrong place." Ning Qian smiled lightly and said lightly. "In today's information society, almost most information has electronic backup. It can also be said that all information is shared. It depends on whether you have
There is no way to see it."
Ning Qianqian's explanation made Ye Feng confused, and the more he listened, the more confused he became.
"I also checked online." Milan was also puzzled and said anxiously. "I have registered as a member of all the major electronic archives at home and abroad, and some are even paid VIP members, but I still can't find the relevant information.
information.”
"Experts never register as members, let alone spend money to view information." Ning Qianqian pinched Milan's face playfully, turned to look at Ye Feng, and said with a smile. "Ye Feng, that one comes from Namibia.
A thorny issue is not a problem at all in my opinion. Moreover, I don’t know why you are so timid.”
Under the surprised eyes of Ye Feng and Milan, Ning Qianqian said calmly. "You know, since yesterday, you are no longer the same person as before. Perhaps it can be said that since yesterday, you
Your identity has undergone earth-shaking changes. You are no longer just a killer, you already have supreme power in your hands. You can completely use the power in your hands to kill the real culprit behind the two shipwrecks."
"Even if he is the leader of a country, it doesn't matter." Ning Qianqian made a pun, then picked up the coffee cup and sipped the coffee leisurely.
Ye Feng was not only surprised now, he looked at Ning Qianqian with eyes full of confusion and confusion.
Who is this delicate and weak woman in front of me? How could she know such secret things?
You know, even in the chat with Milan, Ye Feng simply told Milan the general reason for the incident, and did not explicitly mention the two shipwrecks that occurred in Namibia. As for the mastermind behind the two shipwrecks,
Sania was not mentioned at all.
At this time, although Ning Qianqian did not explicitly name Sania, she made it quite clear between the lines.
If Ning Qianqian could make assumptions about this matter based on the few words Ye Feng revealed to Milan. Then how did Ning Qianqian learn about the news that Ye Feng had become the new president of the Holy Cross Society? You know, in order to
To prevent unnecessary trouble, Sarnia has blocked the news of Peter's death. From yesterday afternoon to today, the world's major news media reported on Paris, except for a painter who wanted to hold an exhibition at the Center Pompidou.
Apart from a piece of indifferent news, there was no news report about Paris, let alone such a major news that shocked the world, such as the attack and death of Peter, the president of the Holy Cross Society.
The person who now knows that he is the new president of the Holy Cross Society, apart from senior French government officials, is Cardinal Antonio. Perhaps, in order to unite other countries to jointly deal with the threat of the Holy Cross Society, they will also share this information with other countries.
But the people who know this information are only limited to high-level figures in these countries.
How did Ning Qianqian, an ordinary little girl, know this?