In the evening, outside the mountain behind the park.
On the laptop screen, from the surveillance perspective, in the looped picture, a figure kept walking backwards and appeared in the lower corner of the left side of the surveillance camera. Before turning around, the light flashed and disappeared, and a white car suddenly crashed out.
There was a silent scene without any sound, but there was a loud bang in the hearts of several people present. It flew high, the car stagnated slightly, and dropped a vague human-shaped object. Immediately, the speed increased again, and the white car body shook and jumped.
, ran over the figure that had just fallen, and walked away...
"Huh... I'm a little irritable." He smacked his lips and sighed. Zong Qing looked away and looked at Lingzhi, who was holding a laptop at the side, "Are these two guys dead?"
"One is dead, with a broken neck. The other one was hit by a car and is still breathing. He has been sent to the hospital for emergency treatment. He looks very choked..." shrugged, "Even if he can survive, he will probably only be able to survive."
I can lie down on the bed."
"Ha, it's that person's style, this is the technique..." Ah Qing next to him smiled nervously, then looked at the two motionless figures under the surveillance camera, paused, "They don't look alike!"
Zong Qing nodded slightly when he heard the words and agreed. It really doesn't look like that. Their definition of that person has always been a killer. Judging from the past several attacks, it has basically not exceeded the scope of this profession. For example, the elusive whereabouts and crisp attacks.
, and carefully eliminate traces afterward, etc. But this time is obviously different. It is so simple and crude that it is almost arrogant to drive into people, and they did not even take the steps to get out of the car to confirm, let alone clean up the scene. After the collision, they just walked out of the way...
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"Is there any grudge involved? I haven't heard that this person has anything to do with the Hell Palace..."
"Stop guessing, maybe I'm just in a bad mood." Zong Qing shook his head. In fact, he had some guesses in his mind. Could it be that he was suppressed before, so he was unhappy and just bumped into these two?
The unlucky guy has an operation...
"Speaking of this." Lingzhi raised his eyebrows, clicked on the keyboard, and another interface popped up, "This is our public account in the fifth forum. A quarter of an hour ago, we received a private message asking us to handle a scene.
The location is on Baicao Street in the south of the city, and some team members have already passed by, and from the preliminary news, it seems to be related to the Temple of Hell."
"The one who sent it?"
"Probably not. The other account has sent us a private message before. It was also the processing site, a den of Kitouji..."
"What do you mean? Are there others hiding in Lingjiang?" Zong Qing rubbed his temples after hearing this, looking as if he was tired and his head ached.
"No, Captain Zong, please listen to me. Although it was not the one who sent the message, the person who sent the message should be related to that person, because judging from the shooting situation at the scene, including the bullet that only hit the center of the eyebrow,
The whip legs that almost collapsed the entire chest, etc., are very similar to that person’s style!”
Feeling relieved, he said, "Oh, that's good... Well, when the on-site report comes out, put a copy on my desk." After saying this, Zong Qing became serious, "We can put aside the matters about the Palace of Hell for now, the focus is still on the north.
On Fujisi's side, I want to know the channel through which they came this time and where they will end up, and I must find out and destroy them!"
"Yes." After saluting, Lingzhi turned and left.
Zong Qing turned around and got into the car. The driver was Xiao Sun: "Take me to your safe house and prepare all the information you found before... Judging from the current situation, the Temple of Hell is just a coincidence, Beiteng Si
He is the real uninvited guest. Hehe, he is quite vindictive. He just took advantage of it not long ago, so he wants to take it back..."
This is the normal state of the underground world, especially among organized forces. In the gymnasium turmoil a few months ago, Kyushu Uprising took advantage of it, defeated Fuuma Musashi, and got back the storage hard drive. Now Kitouji is carrying
The elite forces came back with revenge. Although they still failed to achieve the expected goal, they caused a lot of casualties to the rise of Kyushu... The grievances and entanglements involved cannot be explained clearly. The underground world has never been a place of reason. Fighting fists against fists, this
This is the law of survival here.
Not to mention the busyness of Zong Qing and others here, on the same dark night, a new community was built somewhere on the outskirts of Lingjiang City.
"You choose your own room. The bedding is in the closet. There is drinks in the refrigerator and some frozen dumplings. There are no fresh ingredients for the time being. I will send you some together with the clothes tomorrow. By the way, what size do you wear..."
Standing in the slightly empty hall of the room, he could faintly smell the unique smell of the new decoration. Ye Wangjun turned around and looked at Mu Ling, who kept nodding and looking dazed, obviously not yet fully recovered.
, shook his head slightly, "I just bought this house not long ago. The appliances are not very complete, and the Internet is not connected yet. I feel sorry for you to stay here for a few days."
This is naturally Ye Wangjun's backup hiding spot. The killer's agent is also a member of the underground world. The Three Caves of the Cunning Rabbit are normal operations.
"It's okay, this is good, thank you, Xiang, Xiangri..."
"Just the sunflower, it's good." Ye Wangjun waved his hand carelessly, looked at the wood spirit who nodded again like a yes-man, sighed, and comforted, "Don't think too much, this may not be what you imagined.
, give me some time, wait until I find out the details and then tell you, relax, it’s not a big deal.”
Mu Ling forced out a smile that looked better than crying and nodded silently.
"Then let's do this for now. Here is the key. Take it. Well, it's best not to go out recently. If you need anything, you can call me. I will come over soon."
After explaining a few more words, Ye Wangjun shook his head and left after Mu Ling kept thanking him. From his heart, Ye Wangjun didn't want to leave. After all, the girl in front of him looked really unreliable and pitiful.
.But she really can't stay here. Too much contact may not be a good thing for her or the other party...
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Close the door and lock it. Mu Ling turned around and looked at the empty hall of the house, almost crying. Not only the situation, but also
Others, the most important thing is... without the Internet, she would really die...
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When I got home, it was already half past nine in the evening.
The hall light was on, and when she heard the door opening, the little girl sitting cross-legged and napping on the sofa wearing a cartoon nightgown was startled, turned around and grinned: "Brother, you are back."
"Well, haven't you slept yet?" Tang Chao asked casually as he put on his slippers.
"Almost, ha, I almost fell asleep here." Tangdou rubbed his eyes, smiled sheepishly, and looked at the phone aside, "Um, it's already half past nine... Has it taken so long?"
Giving musical instruments to guests was a casual excuse before the Tang Dynasty, but now it naturally has to come around. "The place is relatively remote, and a lot of time was wasted going back and forth. I won't give it away next time. It's a shame."
"Brother, thank you for your hard work. Hehe, you haven't eaten dinner yet. I'll go get it for you." As she said this, the little girl stepped on her slippers and was about to walk to the kitchen, but was stopped by Tang Chao, "You'd better go quickly.
Get some rest, we have class tomorrow."
"Oh." The little girl was indeed sleepy, and she didn't insist anymore after hearing this, "By the way, I bought half a roast chicken and put it in the refrigerator, and I ate the chicken legs. Haha, brother, you are responsible for taking care of the rest.
Eliminate them."
"Okay, I understand, go to bed quickly." He raised the corners of his mouth and nodded gently, reaching out his hand.
"Hmm." Deliberately avoiding Tang Chao's hand touching her hair, the little girl winked rather mischievously, then couldn't help but yawned, waved her arms randomly a few times, and walked to the bedroom in confusion.
After dismissing the jellybean shoes, Tang Chao did not go to the kitchen, but went to the bathroom first. He turned his face to the mirror and moved his cheeks. Under the lightly applied foundation, there were faint red bloodshot threads... Naturally, he was worshiping a certain killer.
Given by the king.
It was luck. Although the perceptual power played a warning role at the last moment, there was really not much room for dodge in that first shot. Fortunately, the Shinto people obviously discovered something was wrong at the last moment. After hastily assembling the firearm, they probably even calibrated the magnification.
The process was simply omitted, and the trigger was pulled with the cold chamber, causing the final result to be a few points off...
Shaking his head, he turned on the water valve, poured some water into it several times, and cleaned off the low-quality cosmetics that had been smeared randomly. Before the blood came out again, he opened the drawer, snapped, took a band-aid to cover it, and got together.
Small problem, just tear it off when you wake up tomorrow morning. Of course, the wound won't heal that quickly, but the blood can be stopped. From the surface, there shouldn't be much that can be found. Tang Dynasty is still very good at this body's self-healing ability.
Confidence.
After finishing the simple processing, I walked into the kitchen quietly, put down half a tube of noodles, and beat two eggs. In less than ten minutes, a bowl of good-looking egg noodles came out of the pot piping hot.
Putting it on the table, he took out the half of the roasted chicken from the upper shelf of the refrigerator, peeled off the cling film that sealed the dishes, Tang Chao paused with his palms, looked at the intact chicken legs among the more than ten pieces of chicken, and shook his head in laughter, this girl
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Blinking, the smile gradually disappeared, but a faint smile remained at the corner of the mouth. Some of the deliberately suppressed emotions quietly went away, and the restless mind gradually calmed down.
As expected, people will never know how to be satisfied... This kind of life is really good, isn't it...