Late at night, it was still the unfinished building.
A figure jumped out of the window without a window, or was thrown down from the ninth floor. As he fell rapidly, he grabbed the protruding balcony on the eighth floor. The rubble cracked and slid down. It was very thrilling, but it was still going to happen.
He stopped his downward trend and used his waist to flip up in the air. As soon as half of his head was exposed, he stepped on one foot in front of his eyes and paused.
"That's it for today."
Moving away, Tang Chao sat on the balcony with his legs dangling in the air. The night wind roared beside him, but of course it couldn't blow him down. After sitting down, he felt uncomfortable, so he moved to the side, and then
He looked down at the cracked gravel on the edge of the balcony and shook his head slightly.
"It's a good thing to go all out in everything, but at this stage you should learn how to hold back... This building is almost finished, don't keep asking people to rework, or your wages will be deducted."
"Yes, teacher." In response, Ren Buping climbed up along the edge of the balcony, looked at the gap that he had dug out with his bare hands, hesitated for a moment, and said, "There is something wrong with the construction of this house..."
"Um?"
"It shouldn't be so fragile."
"Then we can't destroy it anymore. Next time, we'll change the place. It's a crappy project... Hehe, you can't control the rise of Kyushu." He shook his head and ignored it.
Ren Buping also found a place to sit down, imitating the Tang Dynasty and staring blankly at the dark night sky in the distance, and they fell into silence.
This is a normal thing. Ren Buping is a man of few words, or more accurately, autistic. In his world, martial arts training is everything, and fists are much more interesting than words. But tonight
He was an exception. He expressed his thoughts, but after looking at Tang Chao sitting next to him, it seemed that the teacher was also a little absent-minded...
"teacher."
"Um."
"What are you thinking?" This is Ren Buping's way of communication, straightforward, simple and direct.
"Thinking about how to kill people."
"Oh." He nodded, and the scene fell into silence again.
One question and one answer, that's all. As for why we want to kill people, who we want to kill... I'm sorry, that's not within the scope of Ren Buping's consideration. If Zong Qing were here, he might say something insinuating, but I don't think a warning would be enough.
Dare, but there must be comfort and comfort, and finally it is euphemistically extended to the point that killing is not good, it will hurt Tianhe and dirty hands, it is better to leave it to them to imprison for ten or eight years or something...
After a while, he said, "Teacher, I went to school recently. In the first grade of junior high school, the clan team asked me to do it."
"Very good, how do you feel?"
"Feeling? Not very good... Everyone has been looking for the whereabouts of the mutated lynx recently, but there has been no news. I judge that it may have left Lingjiang, or it may have been hiding deeper. I wanted to help, but they sent me away
Entered the school..."
"I mean the feeling of going to school."
"I can't tell..." Ren Buping frowned slightly. This kind of expression is relatively rare for him, because usually, when something reaches the level of frowning, he would punch out before frowning, "
Those teachers are quite weak...those students are even weaker..."
"I think those teachers and classmates feel the same way when they see you."
Ren Buping was startled when he heard this, and then slowly nodded: "Pretty much, I basically can't do what they know."
"If you have nothing to do, you can communicate with them more and make a few friends. At least the kind that you can talk to. It doesn't mean that you should learn from them or how much knowledge you can learn. After all, you and them are not the same kind of people, but
This does not prevent you from blending in with them... blending in is an incredible skill. I am also learning it, although I still get distracted from time to time and can't help but kill people..."
"Integrate..." Ren Buping silently recited it several times and nodded, "I understand, teacher, I will try to do it."
"Well, actually it depends on your own role positioning. It's up to you to decide. It's not this world, it's that world. Are you ready to play what kind of role?"
"Teacher, I don't understand."
"It's very simple. For example, I am a killer, so all the skills I learned are in this direction. Have you seen the Christmas tree? The tree body is the killer's job, and the socks, lanterns, tree-top stars, and puppets hanging on it are
, snowflakes, bells, apples, etc., these are the skills that a killer should master. I will learn them one by one and hang them up, whether they are useful or not. Of course, I will not hang up a microwave oven, because it is really useless to the killer.
, its use may be in other professions... You have to find your own Christmas tree, and then you will find it much smoother when you hang things on it."
"I seem to understand a little bit."
"Well, don't rush. There's no point in rushing with this kind of thing. Some people will never be able to find their own Christmas tree... Go back and think about it slowly before leaving."
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An hour later, Tang Chao sneaked into the villa, Guan Wenfan's single-family villa.
I walked through all the upper and lower floors. Unfortunately, except for a few servants and the two stupid dogs in the backyard, Guan Wenfan and Wu Kun, the target of this trip, were not in the villa, and they did not know where they had gone.
Hehe, his luck is good... Picking up a fruit mobile phone placed on the bedroom table, Tang Chao curled his lips in boredom. This was the anchor point of his trip, but Guan Wenfan seemed to have forgotten his mobile phone at home...
Yes, what Tang Chao said to Ren Buping just now was not just talk. He was really prepared to kill Wu Kun.
The kick in the afternoon was not serious. Tang Chao knew this well. It was impossible for him to cripple a mercenary in public. The most he could do was to stiffen him.
This was considered an inconspicuous minor conflict, and according to common sense, there would not be any serious consequences. After all, Tang Chao had already kicked several people with his penis, but this time it was different. The identity of the target was different.
Ordinary people would most likely feel bad after being kicked, and they might retaliate, but the result would be the same. The mercenary was kicked... The Tang Dynasty didn't know what the result would be. His power was not precognition, and he didn't know the other person's character either.
Must he retaliate? Or should he be generous and tolerant? Well, there is no need to know that he is a killer, and he has a killer's way of thinking and doing things... Well, maybe he is not so serious. What's more important is that both the left and right have come out.
, Exercising at night is just killing someone, how much trouble can it take?
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Zhong Wanqing is very prescient.
In the next two days, the people in black suits really had no intention of leaving. They just stood idle in the streets and alleys, staring at the rolling shutter door of Baicao Office, following Tang Chao and the others to and from work, on time... Oh, black suits
I changed into various down jackets. It was still quite cold at this time of year, and there was no air-conditioned car. It was a bit unbearable to stand outside in a suit.
This situation lasted until the afternoon of the third day. Around three o'clock, Zhong Wanqing walked out of her small office while making a phone call.
"... Let me confirm again, Heipi, are you sure your friend saw that car... Is it Guan Wenfan? There is a woman? Your friend is also chasing stars... I am not discriminating against you, okay, I am
I'm discriminating against you. Don't think that I don't know what you are thinking about all day long. I still believe in chasing female celebrities. Guan Wenfan, your friend has a problem with his sexual orientation... Does your girlfriend like it? Okay, that makes sense.
Okay... okay, let your friend wait there, the old rules are, after confirmation, the fee will be charged to your card, it is your business between you..."
Bang, hang up the phone. Looking at the three people from Tang Dynasty who looked up at the same time, Zhong Wanqing felt relieved: "I found it. It's really disappointing. I almost missed Liao Bing's departure from the detention center tomorrow."
"Wow haha——" Mu Ling was overjoyed and jumped up to laugh and cheer. However, he was quickly grabbed by Tang Chao, who had a black line on his forehead, and said, "Calm down, don't disturb the people outside."
"Oh." Mu Ling immediately covered his mouth tightly when he heard this, and his little head kept nodding.
This was the opportunity Zhong Wanqing mentioned before, to build the plank road openly and sneak into Chencang secretly. Here they were monitored around the clock and around the clock, and Guan Wenfan must have lowered their vigilance. But what the latter did not expect was that they would have a lot of eyeliner without going out.
Outside, those are the connections Zhong Wanqing has accumulated over many years as a police officer. Of course, Zhong Wanqing will not think of using those people until important moments. First, the cost is not low, and second, they will owe favors. Those local gangsters are all
If you follow the leader of the stick when beating snakes, you will be in great trouble if you get caught.
"We don't have much time, let's take action." Zhong Wanqing turned to look at Tang Chao and said resolutely, "Xiao Tang, you will drive out as planned later, take Route 3, and take the group outside to go shopping. I know you
Your driving skills are good, but don’t leave their sight until I give you a signal after completing the task, and then you can drive back, do you understand?”