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Cold Fronts took the last train back from the temple's construction site.

As soon as he entered the base, as soon as the bus stopped, he couldn't wait to jump in.

"Xiaohan, you wait, wait......"

A good-looking, pigtailed female member chased him from the car, grabbed him by the arm, and pulled him into a flower bed without saying a word.

"Sister Lily, I really have already told everything I know, I don't hide my secrets, I swear, if I ...... Whew!!"

Sister Lily suddenly kissed him on the mouth, which made his eyes stare for a moment, and then felt a small lilac tongue pry open his lips and teeth and stick in, and playfully licked his gums!

The cold front was clouded, drunk, and short of breath, and the poor Chu brother was powerless to be beaten by this set of combination punches, and fell into this set of gentle traps in less than a while.

After a long time, a pair of male and female lips that lacked oxygen parted, and a shiny silk thread connected two plump and ruddy lips, "poof", Sister Lily smiled, stretched out her hand and flicked it lightly on the door of Leng Feng's head, and said playfully: "Stupid!"

Then he put his hands behind his back, like a proud little rabbit, and jumped out of the flower bed.

Cold Feng stood stupidly in place, his fingers touching his lips, as if they were burned, and immediately retracted.

"Hey, Xiaohan, do you have a girlfriend?"

Leng Feng didn't know how he answered, anyway, Sister Lily smiled with satisfaction, then turned around and walked away like this.

Back in his small building, he closed the door, and looked at himself in the mirror alone......

At this glance, he was ashamed and wanted to hit the wall, the man was kissed by a girl, he would be like him, blushing like a monkey's ass, no wonder when he entered the door, Brother Hu, who lived upstairs, looked at him and kept smiling, it turned out that he wrote everything on his face......

In the frustration of his work, the doorbell rang again.

Leng Feng hurriedly washed his face with cold water and wiped it with a towel indiscriminately, "Who, here!"

They opened, and there was another girl standing in the doorway.

She was tall and slender, with a pair of straight and slender legs, a slender waist, round hips, a beautiful face, and long black and shiny hair that was scattered over her thin shoulders.

Of course Leng Feng knew her, the third priest of the sect, I heard that she was still a graphic model before becoming a contractor, and she was very popular in the sect, and it is said that she is still the ideal object for many people.

Han ...... Maggie, what's wrong with you?"

Leng Feng scratched his head, if Sister Lily just now was a small wildflower, the one in front of him was the moon chrysanthemum carefully raised in the flower room, delicate, beautiful, elegant, and worth a lot of money.

"Well, it's okay, it's just that you're tired enough today, oh, I brought it to you halfway, eat it while it's hot!"

Leng Feng took the food box in a daze, Han Meiqi sneered at his stupid appearance, and said, "I really don't know how you defeated the purebreds like this...... Oh, by the way, I heard you spilled?"

Cold Feng nodded again.

"Congratulations, Your Excellency the Quasi-Second Contractor...... Well, you eat, goodbye!"

"Goodbye!"

"Bang!" The door was closed, Leng Feng picked up the food box in his hand, his blank expression suddenly changed, and he sneered as if he had changed someone, and casually threw the steaming "love dinner" into the trash.

Walk to the refrigerator, take out a special dinner, put it in the microwave to heat it, sit down in front of the computer cleanly, and after a dazzling operation, log in to a mysterious and rudimentary interface!

A document full of garbled characters.

He copied, filed, and printed out all the garbled characters, pulled out a thick Xinhua dictionary from the bookcase behind him, and then buried himself in work!

Half an hour later, a set of inexplicable words was written on paper.

Fingers stroked unconsciously on the bookcase behind him, stopping at a hardcover edition of Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tales......

Half an hour later, he got what he wanted.

One web address, one username, one password.

Cold Fronts whistled, operated the computer to connect to a broiler in the United States, cleared his tracks, and jumped to a server in Switzerland again.

After going around and around like this, and doing dozens of protective measures, I knocked down this URL on the window of a browser.

The URL opens, showing the login account and password, and after entering, the page refreshes.

There is only one downloaded zip file.

The name of the file is officially the code name of the cold front - Blade.

Eventually, a half-length photo of a man, as well as his resume, life, identity, etc., detailed information appeared on his desk.

"Yellowstone, Heroes Society!?"

Cold Feng licked his lips excitedly.

An exciting game begins again, the prey is not small, it must be extremely difficult to hunt it perfectly, but it is this difficulty that makes him intoxicated, makes him excited, and makes him feel like his whole person is beginning to burn.

In the secret room where the sleeping pod was located, Cold Front pressed a hidden switch, and the sleeping pod moved half a meter to the side, revealing the floor below.

Thin, powerful fingers tapped and pimpled on the tightly knit floor, and one of them lifted automatically, followed by a slight sound of a machine turning automatically.

A black metal box appeared in the open dark compartment, and Cold Blade took it out, opened it, first picked up a jet-black military thorn, and then stroked its sharpness and coldness like caressing a lover's skin.

Except for this dagger, there is no murder weapon in it...... Oh, no, I don't think there's anything that has offensive power at a glance.

Instead, there were bottles and jars, wigs, finger covers, strange clothes, and so on.

The strangest thing is a dozen translucent leather objects as thin as cicada wings and with human facial features!

Cold Feng took these things out one by one, just like a three-year-old child fiddling with his favorite toy.

An hour later, the doorman security guard of the Rising Sun Group saw a young man with a suitcase approaching, and when he saw the badge on his chest, he immediately greeted him warmly, and as he approached, he called a red Ferrari with a wireless terminal.

When the security guard gave the cold front a warm and thoughtful delivery to the Ferrari, he looked at the taillights that ran out of sight in a flash, and sighed in admiration.

"Lao Liu, okay, your hands are so fast!" said another security guard on duty at the door.

"Hmph, this is called eyesight, boy, let's learn something!" Lao Liu was triumphant with his hands behind his back.

“…… How much?" asked another security guard, salivating.

"1 point!" Lao Liu raised a finger!

"Damn, is it 1NT?"

Lao Liu raised his hand and patted it, "What do you think, rookie, I think the balance is so easy to earn, and I pay 1NT, call you a good man, 1 point is the performance salary, settled at the end of the month, it is estimated that it can be worth one or two thousand."

"Oh...... I thought it was the balance!"

"Balance, yes, hurry up and tie one, stay here as a doorman and still want to have a balance?" Lao Liu said disdainfully.