"Then I can only wish you good luck." Feng Ying finished speaking, smiled and stretched out her hand, and took the business card from the man in white, and then the moment the man went out, she flew to the trash can with imperceptible means. inside.
It was 5:47 just now, and it is estimated that Dai Junchou will be out in less than a quarter of an hour. If I were a killer, I would buy a newspaper and read it as I walked, pretending to be focused on the newspaper, and accidentally hit the Daijun to raise it, and then estimated that Doumu Hao, a perverted demon-like guy, would take the poor one. The killer is gone. So when Fengying watched the man in white walking out of the newsstand with a monthly novel, she couldn't help but silently mourned the ice cream in front of her for thirty seconds.
At 5:59, the man in white stood up from his chair, took the monthly novel which he was savoring, and walked towards the entrance of the teahouse. Feng Ying sighed, hoping that Dou Mu Hao would do something a little more neatly, so as not to get blood everywhere.
None of them knew, a pair of sharp eyes were staring at everything that happened this afternoon, including the cup of coffee in front of Fengying, including the six-pointed star painted by chocolate powder.
However, the assassination of the man in white was not successful, and Feng Yingman's martial arts scene was not seen. Because no one can rush into the ruins to kill, let alone pick out Dai Junchoi's body from the bricks and stones in one place. At least not now.
Just now, less than five meters after the last guest walked out of Dai Junchoo's teahouse, the teahouse behind him collapsed. The one that collapsed was a complete one, which was comparable to directional blasting. Then after a burst of smoke and dust, there was no more.
Depend on! Is this Nima's earthquake! Pedestrians all over the street rushed like crazy, only to find that the surrounding buildings did not even have broken glass. Is the quality of this teahouse so bad? Even if it's tofu, it won't collapse if no one touches it.
Did someone do it first? It was a big handwriting, directly destroying the teahouse that Dai Junchou looked at that was more life-heavy, and by the way buried the incredible Dai Junchou under the rubble. The white-clothed man slumped down the magazine in his hand, then found an alley for himself and rushed out.
Fengying can't sit still in the cafe. What's the matter? A building that was still intact just now collapsed like this? This acting monarch chip, shouldn't it just die like this? Fengying one hundred people who didn't believe that the unbelievable Dai Juncho would die so unclear, huh, it must be acting, but I don't know who the play is for. But she couldn't stay here any longer. She sat in a position to see the collapse process outside the window clearly. Maybe the police came for a while and had to ask herself to take a transcript or something. In case any policeman is still a bachelor, it is estimated that he will be able to question him until tomorrow morning.
Even if you are great, even if you want to get out, the price is too high. Fengying sighed quietly, and slowly walked out of the cafe. There wasn't even much dust on the women's kun car, it all happened so suddenly, and it ended so quietly.
The man in white walked out in the small alley not far, and found that he was being followed, but after looking back, he still found no trace of the stalker. However, when he turned his head, he just met a pair of playful eyes, and then the back of his neck tingled, and he didn't know anything.
"Tang Sect's poisonous needle is really useful." Su Haiyao collected the poisoned needle, dragged the guy away for more than ten meters, and then got into a rain well. He still lacks a big picture. If only let him walk a few more steps, look at my tired sweat.
In this city, in addition to the streets extending in all directions, there is also an underground transportation network, which of course is not the subway. The sewage channel in the city is not just as simple as drainage. In the planning drawing of City A, the rainwater well and the sewage pipe are connected. As for how wide the inside is, Dai Junchou and Doumuqi are laughing and walking. effortlessly.
When Su Hai Harrier walked into the sewage well for the first time, he was surprised that it was so spacious that people could walk away. No wonder the drainage system in City A was so powerful. But he quickly guessed again, what is the purpose of such a wide sewage pipe
When Mr. Liang entered City A, if he knew that there was such a sewer pipe, he might not have lost so badly; if the person who assassinated Dai Junchoi knew that this sewer pipe could lead to the community where Dai Junchoi lived. , It is estimated that you can avoid many detours; if the snitches in this city come to know this shortcut, it is estimated that the police grandpa will be upset and insomnia. It's a pity that they don't know, but Dai Juncho always knows these seemingly impossible secrets.
"Look at, you see, it's just such a trivial matter for so long." Tang Meng pretended to be dissatisfied and took the guy dragged by the little Harrier.
"I'm kidding, this is a sneak attack from behind, and then you have to hide your eyes and ears. How simple is it. Or else would you show me a demonstration?" Su Haiyao regretted it after he said, because he saw Sister Tang draw out a silver needle. Then Yin smiled and came over, "Don't, don't, I'm just talking about it, just entertain." Just kidding, I was pierced by this needle, I guess I won't want to sleep well in the second half of my life, and I don't have nightmares. Resampled.
"Brother Feng is in front, let me take care of this guy." Tang Mengli put the silver needle in his hand casually on the neck of the man in white, and then dragged him to a slightly cleaner corner. .
It turns out that all of this is a game raised by the monarch on behalf of the king, that is, the "Hundred Ghosts Parade". What they want is to attract the attention of the enemy and destroy the Great Wall, and then they can see who is a friend and who is an enemy. Because under the call of the six-pointed star, the former allies may walk towards them with a smile, hiding their butcher knife, and shove into their own heart while shaking hands.
This exquisite blasting is naturally the handwriting of the pin door. It uses special explosives. It has low noise, stable destructive power, and easy calculation. It is simply a must for home travel. Feng's request is also extremely excessive. The blasting will start when the last customer leaves. The whole building needs to collapse as silently as possible, and then a few of them will hide in the sewer entrance hidden in the doorway. After all this is over, professionals cannot find out the cause.
"Don't worry, I am the most professional." That's what the head Qin said that day. He used liquid explosives. Anyway, the so-called professionals would never be there at the first time, so when they came, everything had disappeared in the wind.