Long Junchen hummed and wanted to tell her crazy words about her before. Chen Haiqing knew his colorful intestines and kept giggling, not too much. After all, the task was important, and Long Junchen felt uncomfortable by her, but he could only bite the bullet and change the topic.

She nodded softly, then changed her tone and said, "Brother Jun Chen, then, where are you now?"

"Linshui County, don't you know?" Long Junchen frowned and asked softly.

"I'll tell you the specific location. Who doesn't know that you are in Linshui County? In this way, you send me your location and I'll ask Bai Ting to find you." Chen Haiqing said, and did not forget to add, "By the way, is your place safe?"

"This is an abandoned cement factory, it should be quite safe. I have a night fox next to you, so there will be no accident." Long Junchen glanced at the night fox guarding the door. At this time, the latter was staring at the door with concentration. Only professional killers can have this kind of focus. A floating fallen leaf will not escape their eyes, and a rat breath will not escape their ears.

Long Junchen knew that the people from MI6 were monitoring him, so he must have figured out Ye Hu's background, so when he was on the phone with Chen Haiqing, he did not deliberately conceal that he had a Mo Xie's former killer beside him.

Chen Haiqing was silent for a moment and said lightly: "Okay, then you can send me a position and the person should arrive soon."

Long Junchen agreed and hung up the phone.

Long Junchen looked at the beeping phone and sighed softly. They were all from MI6. Why is this so different? A wolf Xiao, who cherishes words like gold, just want to ask for a message, but he may not reply after a long time. Chen Haiqing, just a little bit of a word, but she has the leisure to hold a gun and a stick and give you ten sentences. There are really a world of martial arts everywhere.

?In the quiet late night, suddenly, the sound of footsteps came from far to near. In the dark alley, a figure was getting closer and closer. The long black coat, the raised collar and the thick camel velvet scarf covered the entire face and body. His body was a little hunched, and his white hair was sweeping around. With every breath he breathed, his hair would dance in the wind.

The moonlight shone down, pulling the man's originally hunched shadow even longer, forming a strange picture with the shadows of the trees around him. He walked in a hurry, and every step he took would look around. The footsteps suddenly echoed in the quiet alley, and every sound hit his heart, making him feel panic for no reason.

A mouse foraging at night ran past his feet in panic. The old man was startled and forced to make no sound. He gently caressed his heart that was still beating after being frightened, took a few deep breaths, and gave himself a few seconds to calm him down. Finally, he came to this abandoned cement factory, the door was closed, and under the dark night, everything seemed to be hidden.

In front of the closed door, the entire door was blocked under the shadow of the building next to him. He hesitated for a moment, stepped forward slowly, raised his hand, and slowly knocked on the closed door.

The door opened a crack silently. The old man leaned his head and wanted to see the situation inside through the crack. Unfortunately, he couldn't see anything. The boss just ordered to meet an important customer, but he never expected that the place he made an appointment was in an abandoned cement factory in this wilderness ridge, and the time was dark and cold midnight. What did the other party want to do?

The old man hesitated a little. Behind the narrow crack in the door was an abyss. There seemed to be a slight breath coming from the abyss. A pair of eyes that were faintly visible were slowly staring at him.

He slowly licked his dry and cold lips, stroked the white hair in front of him, and looked at both sides a little, thinking that the boss specifically told him to be a valuable guest and he must go in person. He thought about it for a while, and clenched his fists slightly. The sweat in his palm made him feel a little confused, but he couldn't do anything. Finally, he hesitated for a while and stepped into the door.

When he entered the door, it was still quiet inside. There was no light or sound. He was like a small stone, silently thrown into the vast ocean.

At this time, Yehu had already arrived next to Long Junchen a few minutes before the old man arrived. Both of them were lying curled up behind a large cement bucket. Long Junchen opened his mouth slightly, lowered his voice and asked, "Do you have a tail?"

Although it was pitch black inside, Yehu was able to grasp Long Junchen's anxious expression at the moment when he was performing missions in a dark environment for a long time. She put a jade hand on Long Junchen's shoulder and comforted her, "I've checked it, he was the only one, and no one was following."

"Yes." Long Junchen responded softly from his throat tube, then stood up and said to Yehu: "Let's go, go see this Bai Tingjing and see what clues can be dug out."

The night was covered with darkness, and the entire abandoned cement factory was pitch black. The old man with white hair was looking around tremblingly. There was no sound or any movement inside. He was a little panicked and said in a trembling voice: "Boss Long, are you here? Is anyone?"

The old man's old voice echoed in the room for a long time. "Bang", with a crisp sound, a bright spot appeared in the originally dark room, which was the weak fire light emitted by a lighter. Long Junchen walked to the man with the lighter, looked closely, and suddenly his face darkened, and he shouted in a low voice: "Aren't you Bai Tingjing? Who are you?!"

The Yehu behind him was shocked when he heard Long Junchen's shout. He understood and immediately took out his pistol and pointed it straight at the man's forehead.

In fact, it was mainly because Ye Hu had never seen Bai Tingjing before. Although he had been with him for so long, he didn't know that he had actually followed the wrong person. Otherwise, Long Junchen would have to find out his background before he could come in.

"Sir, please spare me, please spare me! The little one is just a businessman." The old man saw that the other party had touched the gun without saying a word, and his legs suddenly became soft. He knelt on the ground with a plop. The pool of yellow liquid in his crotch was particularly disgusting, and the mottled wrinkles seemed rougher and more unbearable because of fear.

Long Junchen frowned, looked at the closed door, and lowered his voice again and asked Ye Hu next to him, "Are you sure you don't have a tail to follow?"

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