The drainage pipe on the outer surface of the building was not very firmly fixed. It made a low clicking sound when being pulled by external force. Cheng Lin hurriedly adjusted the strength, gently used the force, grabbed the eaves with his other hand, and jumped up.
We arrived at the roof of this building.
"call."
In order to avoid being discovered as much as possible, even if "body control" was turned on, Cheng Lin still spent a lot of effort. After an investigation, he successfully crouched down in the shadows.
Looking around, it's very good. It's blocked on three sides, with only one direction facing an alley. The light of the street lights is dimmed, and the atmosphere of silence is filled.
During this process, Cheng Lin kept his eyes closed and turned on his "wide-field vision" and "antenna" at the same time. Under his observation, in the sales center, the suspicious young man led his way up the sales center and came to
We arrived at an office on the top floor.
The manager knocked on the door, said a few words to the people inside, and then quickly left.
The young man walked in openly.
The "tentacles" ability can only provide vision, but cannot hear sounds.
So what Cheng Lin observed was completely silent, which gave him a headache.
"It would be great if I also had Cao Wei's hearing ability, well... But we can also look forward to it. When I advance to the fourth level, maybe my perception ability will also improve."
Thinking about this silently, Cheng Lin hesitated, half of his body stepped out of the shadow, and lay down by the eaves. Then he secretly pulled out a sword and pried open a small gap in the window.
The whole process was extremely fast and went unnoticed.
"That's it."
Cheng Lin smiled. Although he did not have hearing powers, the deduction reward had improved his five senses. His hearing was much stronger than that of ordinary people. This way, he could already hear the conversations in the room.
"Why are you here? Do you know how long I have been waiting here?"
A middle-aged man's impatient voice came from the crack in the window.
…
In the office.
The soft white light illuminates the entire room.
Behind a brown desk, a middle-aged man about forty or fifty years old was sitting on a chair.
He was holding a cigarette in one hand, with wisps of light blue smoke rising up. He had the typical body and temperament of a real estate boss of this age, but there was something different about it.
At this moment, he looked at the young man at the door impatiently.
But beneath the seemingly domineering appearance, a pair of small eyes sparkled with cunning light.
"Oh, Director Wang is too impatient. You should also know how nervous the Thirteenth Division is now. If you are not careful and get caught, wouldn't you be in big trouble?" The young man smiled, neither humble nor overbearing.
say.
Then he walked over by himself and sat down on the chair in front of the desk.
"Who told you to sit down?"
Director Wang's face darkened, and a short section of the cigarette ashes accumulated on his fingertips was shaken off and sprinkled on the table as smooth as a mirror.
The young man's movements stagnated and his breathing became a little tight. After a while, he stood up again and said, "Director Wang doesn't seem to welcome us."
"Huh, I don't think many people in China are willing to have anything to do with you." The other party said coldly.
"That's true," the young man snorted, and then his expression became much colder.
He sat down directly, raised his head, and there was a trace of contempt on his plain dark face under the hat, "But since Mr. Wang has accepted our assistance, there is no need to make a show of things."
"you……"
"Let's be honest, everyone, yes, we are indeed shady, but how can you not be the same?
On the surface, he is a local celebrity businessman. He secretly cultivates practitioners, builds small forces, uses the practitioners' superpowers to attack opponents and seek profits... These are not secrets in the circle, right?
To be honest, we all know how many lives you are carrying on your hands. Yes, we are not good people, but aren’t you the same?
Now I can rest easy for a while and survive while the Thirteenth Division has many affairs and has no time to deal with you for the time being.
In a few months, when the Special Division's second batch of students graduates and the manpower is sufficient, do you think the Thirteenth Division will tolerate your petty actions underneath?"
The young man's tone became colder and colder as he spoke, and later it turned into a mockery: "To put it harshly, Mr. Wang, you are also in danger. You yourself know these truths, otherwise why would you have anything to do with us?
Yes or no?
We provide you with the convenience of going abroad and evading the sanctions of the Special Division. As for you, help us with some small things...
What's more, you were planning to do these little things, but you took advantage of them anyway, and yet you still have a cold face. Do you really think we are asking for something from you?
Everyone helps each other and cooperates on an equal footing, which as a businessman you should be familiar with.
Why do you need to show off your power to me? Don’t you think so?”
After saying this, the middle-aged man sitting opposite changed his expression.
From angry to pale to as usual, it finally turned into a gentle sigh.
He waved his hand and put the cigarette butt in the ashtray. The domineering look on his face disappeared, but he didn't have a good expression either. He just said: "Okay, let's take a look at the goods."
"It would be great if this were the case earlier." The young man smiled, picked up the backpack he was carrying and put it on the table, then opened the zipper and took out the items inside.
While taking it, he subconsciously lowered his voice and said: "These are all good things. Each of the spirit swords produced by Xiandao Projection is worth more than one million. The various potions are all A-grade high-quality products and were smuggled in."
, ordinary people in China cannot get it..."
As he spoke, the middle-aged man opposite him could no longer calm down at this time. His whole body was breathing rapidly, his body was leaning forward, and his little eyes were shining.
Obviously, even for this Wang Dong, this batch of supplies is tempting enough.
The two people were taking stock here. On the roof not far away, in the shadows, Cheng Lin was lying there with some astonishment on his face.
In the field of view of the "tentacles", he clearly saw the He Jian taken out of the backpack. There were a total of five in it. The He Jian was just an inconspicuous one among them. There were also several other cultivation materials.
As a rough estimate, the value is at least in hundreds of millions.
His guess was good, He Jian was indeed here, which completely calmed his hanging heart.
After that, Cheng Lin began to think about the conversation between the two.
"The amount of information is a bit large..."
At first, he had some guesses about this young man, and even thought about whether the young man was a plainclothes employee of Tris, but he did not expect that this conversation between the two would be involved.
From this conversation, he was able to analyze a lot of important information.
"Obviously, two people are completing a transaction. The supplies worth hundreds of millions are absolutely impossible for ordinary people to come up with. This young man is most likely an agent of an organization and a delivery person...
This can also be judged in his words.”
"In addition, this Director Wang... sounds like a restless guy. On the surface, he is a clean businessman, but secretly he has cultivated a cultivator force? Is this the local cultivator group in Shudu that Jiang Ye mentioned?"
At this moment, Cheng Lin connected the information Jiang Ye said before.
"Jiang Ye said that local groups are releasing inciting remarks, and there is an invisible hand behind the scenes, deliberately muddying the waters... Could it be them? As the leader of a small local cultivator organization, Wang Dong obtained another mysterious organization
material support... asked him to do some small things... could it be that he was referring to releasing rumors?"
Cheng Lin subconsciously clenched his hands on the tiles and frowned. He felt that his guess was probably true!
Of course, this Wang Dong may be just one of the local forces...
As for the other party...if he guessed correctly, it was probably a group similar to Black's organization, and it might even be them.
If it is really this group of people...
"It's really fate."
Cheng Lin thought with some emotion. The first time he killed the opponent's backbone, the second time he killed a branch president, and this time he met again. Of course, he can't be sure yet.
With these thoughts running through my mind, in the office, the transaction has come to an end.
Director Wang took out an anonymous card from the desk drawer, which probably contained money. The young man smiled, took out his mobile phone and fiddled with it for a while. After verifying it, he stretched out his hand with a smile: "Happy cooperation."
The middle-aged man reached out his hand reluctantly, shook his hand, and then said, "Then I won't give it away."
"good."
The young man stood up, dropped his backpack, nodded to him, opened the door, went downstairs and left.
Only the middle-aged man in the office was left rubbing a spiritual sword with excitement.
At this moment, Cheng Lin, who was lying on the room, had to make a decision: continue to follow the young man, or get the He Jian first.
The former may obtain more information and even find the organization's temporary stronghold, but it will also drag itself into the quagmire.
The most important thing is that if the delay is too long, the second He Jian will most likely be moved away.
His goal was to get He Jian, not to solve the case. After a slight hesitation, Cheng Lin did not move.
After the young man left the building and joined the crowd, Cheng Lin began to think about how to enter the office as quietly as possible.
At this moment, his ears twitched and he turned his head, and saw a balloon stumbling in from the alley entrance not far away under the streetlight, followed by a child struggling to catch up behind it.
He was probably only five or six years old, and he probably failed to hold it, causing the balloon to float over.
"Hey! Got you!"
The child rushed over clumsily and barely grabbed the rope of the balloon. The next moment, he looked up and saw Cheng Lin lying on the roof with half of his body exposed.
Cheng Lin: "..."
child:"……"
The older one and the younger one looked at each other, and they were both stunned. Cheng Lin saw sweat on his forehead. After thinking for a while, he put on a smile and tried his best to look amiable, but he didn't know that his whole face was hidden in the shadows.
In the dark angle, the child could not see his appearance clearly.
Cheng Lin stretched out the fingers of his right hand and put them on his lips, silently making a "hissing" gesture.
I want the other party to keep quiet.
However, the next moment, the child holding the red balloon widened his eyes, raised his arm and pointed at him, shouting behind him: "Dad! Look! Spider-Man!"
Damn Spider-Man!
Cheng Lin's face darkened. The child's cry also successfully attracted the attention of the middle-aged people in the office. Cheng Lin knew that he could no longer hesitate. He gritted his teeth, hooked his feet upside down on the eaves, and hung upside down like a bat.
On the window!
The next second, he punched the window glass and turned into a black shadow and rushed into the room!
Pulling out the long sword, a "spiritual storm" turned into an invisible bullet and shot towards the middle-aged man!
Before entering, he had already used his perception ability to check. Under his inconspicuous appearance, he had a second-grade cultivation level!
Although Cheng Lin was at the peak of the third level, in order to prevent the recurrence of incidents like "Han Lun", he used all his strength to kill him. However, what surprised him was that wherever the sword went, the middle-aged man seemed to be completely frightened.
He remained motionless, letting Cheng Lin's sword pierce straight into his heart!
"puff!"
Blood flowers bloomed, and the blood-stained sword tip stabbed half of his back, and he was stabbed through by the sword!
"Giggle...you..."
The middle-aged man's spiritual sword fell from his hand, and he only had time to stare at Cheng Lin with disbelief. The vitality in his eyes quickly disappeared!
One sword, death!
"So crispy?"
Cheng Lin was stunned for a moment. This was completely beyond his expectation. As a second-grade monk, the other party should have some resistance, right?
But at this time, he had no time to think about it.
The sound of broken windows attracted the attention of people on the street. The child's exclamations were still echoing. Cheng Lin knew he couldn't stay for long. He flicked his right hand on the desk and put the entire backpack into the space.
Then he frowned and glanced at the middle-aged man who was lying limply on the ground, his thoughts racing.
"Leave it alone? Call the police? Call the Thirteenth Division? Destroy the corpses and eliminate traces?"
All kinds of thoughts flickered. After a moment, Cheng Lin raised his head and walked towards a snow-white wall in the office.
There is a large landscape painting half a meter wide and five meters long hanging above, probably bought for arty decoration.
Cheng Lin roughly tore off the frame and spread the unwritten back of the scroll on the ground.
He covered his hands with his sleeves to cover his fingerprints, then reached out and picked up the brush that was also used for decoration on the desk, stained with the blood from the middle-aged man's wound.
Using my left hand that I don’t use often, I wrote a line of big characters in a crooked way!
"The murderer! Black!"
After writing, he threw away the blood-stained wolf hair, wrapped the middle-aged man's body in drawing paper, lifted it, and threw it out of the window!
"Bang!"
There was a muffled sound, the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, and the pedestrians who came to watch the excitement on the street let out ear-piercing screams!
"Dead people!"
"Call the police!"
"Someone jumped off the building!"
Amidst the commotion, Cheng Lin hid his face and ran out of the room, turned and jumped onto the roof, then ran wildly, stepping on the roof of the building, and quickly disappeared into the dark night!
…
On the street.
More and more people came to watch, and the noise was extremely noisy. The women screamed and fled, but more and more unsuspecting people gathered around, and soon they were surrounded on three levels inside and three outside.
People kept shouting outside: "What happened?"
in the crowd.
The young man wearing sneakers, taupe pants, and a hat looked at this scene with a gloomy expression.
He hadn't gone far in the first place, but he came back immediately after being attracted by the movement here.
But I never thought that I would only see the middle-aged man who had turned into a puddle of mud.
He stared intently at the bloody words on the scroll. After a moment of silence, he turned and squeezed out of the crowd, found a streetlight, took out his mobile phone, and dialed the number:
"...Yes, yes, he was killed...I don't know...I didn't see it...Okay...but this way, there will be fewer people entering the projection...It seems we still have to rely on ourselves...
"
After saying that, he hung up the phone, remained silent for a few seconds, and turned to leave.
However, the next moment, he let out a low cry!
I saw, under the halo of the street lamp, a young man of about twenty years old appeared behind him.
The other person was wearing a plaid shirt and carrying a backpack. Under the light, it could be seen that he had an extremely handsome face, but his expression was a little cold.
"I accidentally heard just now that you said you wanted to organize people to explore the projection... Well," Han Lun was silent for a moment and asked sincerely, "Is there still a shortage of people?"