In a certain temple, a man frantically took off his black clothes and stuffed them into a hole next to him.

He found a tattered garment and draped it over his body, which he had just snatched from the beggar.

He put the garment on his body, and found a way to break it, he had just stolen a man's hair and beard from a wig selling place, and glued them all to his face, and got some cow dung, and rubbed them on his cheeks, and looked at his legs and feet, and the man gritted his teeth and kicked on the idol.

This foot went down, but he only felt a heart-rending pain, and he fell to the ground in front of him, but he held on and didn't let himself faint.

Holding that leg, he stumbled to his feet, picked up the broken bowl, took a deep breath, and it took a long time to get better.

After Chimian returned, he sat on the edge of the bed and calculated that the black-clothed men who came to report were the eleventh.

These black-clothed people are all her henchmen, the man who opened her mouth to explain to him before was arranged by herself, and the other black-clothed people were all recruited by that man and selected from her team.

Thinking about the previous movements, Chimian always felt a little uneasy, and she gently tapped the table, her face changed slightly.

At this time, a pair of hands suddenly pressed on Qianmian's shoulders, along her neck, and scratched her face little by little.

The hand roamed over her, the instructor's face was close to her face, and he smelled the fragrance on her body: "Thousand faces are really good, the instructor likes you more and more, your style of doing things makes me more and more interested, worthy of the apprentice I taught!"

The corners of Qianmian's mouth were slightly raised, he turned around, hooked the instructor's neck, his mouth was fragrant, his eyes were like torches, and his eyes were bright, staring at the instructor: "Isn't that thanks to the instructor's training?"

"How are you going to thank me tonight?"

The instructor looked at Qianmian with a greedy expression and reached out to untie her clothes.

……

Chen Le and Ah Cheng have already controlled Sirte and his two men.

Both of Sirt's arms were broken.

This person is also ruthless enough, the moment he broke his hand just now, he turned his pain into anger, rushed towards them like crazy, and raised another fist to kill Chen Le.

He didn't have too many moves, but that punch came down to make a lot of noise.

Chen Le grabbed another stone and smashed his other arm, which completely controlled him.

As for the other two thugs, they couldn't break free at all, although they had guns in their hands, they couldn't use them, and they were tied up by Ah Cheng and them.

"What should I do about Master Chen? These are international killers, if we hand them over to the police, we can get a lot of thanks!"

Chen Le also had such thoughts, but he was not interested in the money, this kind of person should be handed over to the place where they should be dealt with, with the evil things they had done before, I am afraid that they would be directly transferred to the court and sentenced to death.

Sirte's eyes were vicious, and he stared at Chen Le coldly: "I won't let you go, don't think that if you threaten me, you can do what you can do to me, if we do this business, we won't be afraid of death!"

Chen Le nodded, squatting beside him and looking at him.

He was right, they are really not afraid of death, otherwise it would be impossible to do business on the tip of a knife.

"You're not going to tell me anything, this is a chance to live, if you want revenge, you have to have a chance to live!"

"Hey...... Do you want to know who hired me to hunt you down?

Chen Le shrugged his shoulders: "It doesn't matter if you say it or not, now that technology is so developed, hackers are everywhere." ”

He snapped his fingers, and Ah Cheng nodded, taking a picture of his face with his phone.

Chen Le sat on the side and called Zhenxiong.

Zhenxiong is anxious like an ant on a hot pot, it stands to reason that Chen Le should have arrived in Chongzhou, but he has not been able to contact him so far, and he is always worried that something will happen on the road.

At this moment, the mobile phone rang, and the insect also stood up from the sofa: "Master Zhen, it's Ah Cheng's call!"

The number displayed on the mobile phone is Ah Cheng's, but whether he called it or not, at least this phone number can make Zhenxiong feel a little more at ease.

Hurriedly connected, Chen Le's voice rang on the phone: "Zhenxiong, help me check a few people! I have sent the photos to your mailbox, check their recent account transactions, and find the real identity information of these people!"

Zhenxiong originally wanted to ask Chen Le some other questions.

But listening to Chen Le's words seemed to confirm his conjecture, so he agreed without asking.

There are a lot of hackers raised by Zhen Xiong, all of whom are the top hackers in the world, and after entering the photos into the computer system, they start scanning them with face recognition!

The results came in a few minutes.

A survey was conducted on their bank account numbers and recent contacts, as well as the surveillance probes, who received their information.

Chen Le's phone has not hung up, looking at a few people very leisurely, Sirte has a gloomy face, he is the most gritted teeth, the green tendons on his two arms have not dissipated yet, and the whole arm is red and red, all of which are the situation after the capillaries burst.

Those two punches just now have completely destroyed his body.

But until now, except for the scream he let out when he had just broken his arm, he didn't say a word, just waited quietly.

Chen Le admires this person, but it's a pity that the sins on his hands are too heavy, and his hands are full of blood, this kind of person Chen Le will not use him.

Half an hour passed, and the hacker over there confirmed and sorted out all the information and sent it to Chen Le's mobile phone.

He opened it and glanced at it, and said: "The number one boss of Hanhai's first-class killer training organization, Slivet, codenamed Sirter, used to be from the Alter team, 18 years ago, he was kicked out of the special combat team for beating the instructor, and after he came out, he set up a private security team, which is actually training killers......

He read the information on the material, and the corners of Sirter's eyes twitched fiercely.

He really didn't expect that these people could investigate the information so comprehensively, and all the previous information about him had been destroyed by him, and no one knew, how did these people find out?

However, before he could fully understand these thoughts, Chen Le suddenly turned his mobile phone to him, and above it was a transfer slip issued by the bank.

It's a clear record of his recent expenses.

After reading these things, his eyes twitched fiercely, and they were all clenched tightly.

The list of names on it was very clear, and Chen Le saw it at a glance: "Shilong Multinational Company Co., Ltd."

This money is the money of Shilong multinational company!