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No one.

Where did the people go?

Feng Zilong lowered his head, and suddenly saw a small note on the crack of the door, he took it and unfolded it, there was only one sentence on it: The head is coming! Zhao Min just stretched his head over, Feng Zilong had already put away the note in time, he didn't want her to participate in this operation, after all, this operation was extremely dangerous, he didn't want her to throw her life in a place like Gongga.

There was no one outside the door. The slight knock on the door turned out to be someone who had sent him a message, which caused him to have a false alarm. But he didn't let his guard down, the ubiquitous enemy was much more brutal than he had imagined, and if he wanted to live to see the sun tomorrow, he had to keep his eyes open.

That's what his boss emphasized, and that's what he did.

He's still young, he doesn't want to sleep in the cold soil at a young age, it's much better to live in the sun, if he feels a little cold, add a piece of clothing, if he feels hot, lose a piece of clothing, if he feels bored, find a few friends to chat with or find a secluded place to drink a little wine, the fun is endless.

He opened the door.

Fresh air rushes into the house, inhales into the lungs, and is indescribably refreshing.

There was no one outside the door.

The sun was lazily creeping up from the treetops in the east, and its red face was hiding among the leaves, which was very beautiful. The early birds are already singing beautiful songs among the branches.

The waiters of Qingliang Villa or the people who come here to spend the night are still dreaming with Qingliang Villa.

Zhao Min didn't come, she stood under the window, her face was calm, she looked like a little daughter-in-law who had just wanted to get bed and hadn't had time to freshen up, her fluffy hair was draped behind her head, and her beautiful face was bathed in the morning light, looking like a lily that had just bloomed.

"Did someone knock on the wrong door just now?"

Feng Zilong nodded and said, "Maybe." Then he looked at the winding stone path.

There was no one on the road.

If he was the same Huang Xing who had infiltrated the terrorist organization, then why didn't he even give me any contact information? Could it be that he was inconvenient or that he had been following him with a tail? If he was really inconvenient, then why did he take the risk of sending me a message?

Is this the head the head of a terrorist organization or the head of a drug trafficking gang? Or are these two heads the same head? When all kinds of bullets that might be like whistling bullets were fired into his mind, on the winding stone path in front of the door, a middle-aged man with a dignified appearance came.

Behind the middle-aged man, there were three young men, all of whom were carrying guns. Although the distance was still a little far, Feng Zilong could still see at a glance that the middle-aged man was the one he saw getting out of the Land Rover yesterday.

At that time, he was just a hitchhiker for the middle-aged man, so he didn't care about him, because his target was the leader of the terrorists. Since he wasn't the one who hitchhiked along the way, who was the one who died in the Land Rover?

The golden cicada is out of its shell!

When Feng Zilong was connected to this floor, the middle-aged man had already walked into a small wooden house covered by green bamboo. Immediately, some people in black appeared around the cabin. If nothing else, they should all be the middle-aged man's henchmen or his men.

Feng Zilong leaned forward to check.

Zhao Min followed him like a shadow, as if he was afraid that he would run away.

Now Feng Zilong can basically be sure, the stupid people who died in the Land Rover yesterday are purely the middle-aged people's substitute ghosts. At the same time, it also strengthened his belief that he was correct.

Before coming here, his immediate boss said that Huang Xing might have been killed, Feng Zilong said that it was impossible, because he had contacted Huang Xing a few days ago, Huang Xing said that he had caught a big fish, but unfortunately the other party was staring a little closely, he had no chance to transmit the information at all, everything could only depend on how things developed.

However, when he was about to go offline, he said four words, and that is where he is now - Qingliang Villa. At that time, he didn't understand why Huang Xing gave him such a hint, but now he finally understood that Huang Xing must have heard that the other party was coming to Qingliang Villa, but he may not have heard it clearly at that time, or heard another name, so he was not sure that the other party would go to that place.

It can be seen that Huang Xing's mind is also meticulous enough. In their line of work, if you are not careful, you will only eat guns. Usually don't look at Feng Zilong as if he was hanging Erlang, but once he enters his role, his ears can't help but stand up, his eyes will be like a hound staring at every corner that may stick out of the barrel, and the one in his nerves will quickly adjust his mental state, so that he can ensure efficient operation at any time.

At this time, he is a god of war who is ready to attack, a cannonball that is about to be discharged, and a high-speed machine, and people and objects within a range of 50 to 100 meters will enter his field of vision as accurately as infrared scanning.