Zhan Wuyou took the black Oxford cloth backpack that was placed on the coffee table.
This is what he packed when he came to France. This thing looks average in size, but it can be loaded unexpectedly.
He took out a black casual suit from the inside and put it on, and took out a bunch of small metal parts and wiring from nowhere, and simplified a voice-activated transponder with great proficiency.
He pressed the switch on the doorknob, and as soon as the doorknob was moved, the transponder would automatically start playing the conversation he secretly recorded in the toilet.
A well-prepared gadget can sometimes bring the dead back to life.
isn't it
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The diamond earrings began to fill with more and more white noise, which was a reminder that the distance between the two began to drift away from effective monitoring.
He had to leave quickly.
Zhan Wuyou broke up the quilt, folded it to make it look like someone was asleep, and walked quickly to the balcony of the bedroom.
There was a lot of wind outside the balcony.
He leaned over and took a look. The connection with the balcony was a slightly convex wall line. Follow this 'road' for about a hundred meters, and you can turn into the window of the hotel's emergency exit.
This is what Zhan Wuyou noticed when he gave the clothes to Yan Qing.
He quickly turned out of the balcony, stepped on the less than eight centimeters of the outer wall, and moved forward little by little.
The whistling wind was like a bone-scraping knife at high altitude, blowing his hair flying, and the thin suit was tightly attached to his thin body for a while, and was blown into a blower in a blink of an eye.
His body was pressed against the wall, and his feet moved in an orderly manner. The high fever of the previous day and the board he had suffered in the morning still affected his agility.
When he turned over and entered the emergency passage, a thin layer of sweat was already forming on his forehead and back.
Wiping his face indiscriminately, he covered his head with the hood behind him, walked quickly to the queue waiting for the elevator, and walked out of the hotel together.
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France in the night has a unique style. Zhan Wuyou looked around the quiet streets, looking for a suitable tool to chase someone, when a special sound of a motor rushed into his ears.
Immediately afterwards, an eye-catching motorcycle flew past his eyes like a ghost at night, and Zhan Wuyou glanced at the driver in the blink of an eye.
They were a pair of smoky gray eyes with thick eyelashes, but they were a very human white.
I have to say, those are a pair of weird and beautiful eyes.
His master must have severe albinism? Although that glance was very short, Zhan Wuyou caught his abnormally white skin behind the helmet.
Owners ahead 'cheep! ' Don't stop the motorcycle with a sound, and then turned the front of the car in a chic posture, and came back to the place where Zhan Wuyou was standing.
With a 'shua', it stopped in front of his eyes.
Zhan Wuyou raised his eyebrows slightly.
The young man in a motorcycle suit opened his mask, revealing a face that was so white that it almost glowed.
More than lashes. His eyebrows and hair are all extremely pure white.
He whistled a long whistle at Zhan Wuyou, imitating Zhan Wuyou's appearance, raised one eyebrow, and raised his head to signal, "Sit down?"
The way the albino teenager expresses his liking is really flamboyant and irresistible.
Zhan Wuyou couldn't refuse such a suitable means of transportation. He took the helmet handed over by the boy, and stepped on this extremely cool motorcycle.
"Sit firmly." The young man turned the handle, and the arrogant sound of the motor roared in the night, and then rushed straight away like an arrow off the string.
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The white noise in Zhan Wuyou's earphones gradually faded away. When the sound in his ears reached the best effect, he lightly patted the boy's waist.
The boy turned his head sideways, and the motorcycle slowed down and stopped on the side of the road.
He opened his head mask and looked at Zhan Wuyou who was down on his motorcycle.
"Thank you, your car is great." Zhan Wuyou handed back the mask to the albino boy, "Nice to meet you. I should go."
"Where are you going?" The albino boy hugged the helmet he handed back, tilted his head and looked at him with undiminished interest, "You are very obedient, and I like you very much. If you want to accompany me, I can pay what you want." The amount requested, no matter how much."
obedient
It's just too cute a word.
In this strange occasion, everything is brand new and pure. Zhan Wuyou, who had removed all the disguise, stretched out his hands to cover his eyes, and suddenly laughed.
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
In the night, this distorted and smooth smile seemed to unseal the obedience and softness of his body, Zhan Wuyou's eyes were amazingly bright, and the curvature of the corners of his lips was a little nervous and exaggerated.
His breath became dangerous and deceptive, recreating the aura of the head of the Yan family who had been sitting firmly for ten years in his previous life.
The albino boy witnessed his transformation from a little white rabbit to a ghost, and unexpectedly felt a little thirsty in his throat.
He likes Zhan Wuyou with this appearance even more!
Zhan Wuyou leaned over and approached him.
Stretching out his hand, he gently pinched a lock of the albino boy's hair, leaned over his head and sniffed it lightly, and said with a clear voice, "Good boy, it's time for you to go home."
So the words seem to be rolled with a layer of icing sugar, so sticky and sweet.
The albino teenager blushed quietly, "What are you going to do? I can help you!" He was excited at the thought that he could continue to stay with this beautiful Asian boy, "Are you here for a tourist? Show up in the middle of the night Strange country is not a good idea, luckily you met me, so you want to go... ?"
"Hush!" Zhan Wuyou put his hand between his lips to stop him from chattering too excitedly.
The albino boy looked at him obediently, like an honest and loyal dog.
Zhan Wuyou's expression was somewhat helpless and indulgent, "Honey, pick me up here in two hours, now I need to deal with some things, let's talk later, okay?"
The albino boy seemed to be fascinated by him and nodded, then obediently responded, "Okay, okay."
"Good boy."
Zhan Wuyou patted his helmet, then turned around quickly and disappeared into the darkness.
It wasn't until he walked away that the albino boy stretched out his hand, touched his lips carefully, pursed his lips as if aftertaste, and then couldn't help covering his hot cheeks.
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Zhan Wuyou stood on a high floor a hundred meters away from the museum, quietly observing the crowd in the dark.
He didn't intend to go head-to-head.
The gates of the museum were strictly guarded by Yan Qing's people, and there should be a handover going on inside, and he would only be a bright target if he went in rashly.
His eyes stopped on the three modified cars at the main entrance.
It is a good way to do it on the way.
At least one of the three vehicles will house that mask.
Zhan Wuyou narrowed his eyes slightly, there is a one-third probability.
Which one will it be
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As if by divine help, a thick voice came from the earphones,
"Yan Ye, the old rules?"
Zhan Wuyou lowered his eyes and carefully identified the owner of the voice.
"En." A deep hum hit Zhan Wuyou's eardrum.
Zhan Wuyou's eyes lit up, car No. 1!
The old rules equate to number one.
This is Yan Qing's long-standing habit.
Zhan Wuyou went downstairs quickly, like a cat with a nimble tail, quietly approaching the No. 1 car in the night, riding in the empty place where the guard in front bowed his head and lit a cigarette, he got into the bottom of the car like a snake, wrapped around his body like a cat. Hooked on the bottom plate.
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Small reminder: Please don’t deceive the cute second boy, because he may turn black at any time