"Minister Yan, are you in there?"

The man in the white robe playfully stretched out half of his head from outside the alley to look in, and in the light of the alley, which was not strong, he squinted his eyes, stretched his neck and shouted loudly. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Yan Qing tried his best to hold his breath, he struggled to control every muscle, and the stiff body burst out of blood, making his cheeks and the tips of his ears slightly red.

For those with ability, this unbelievable existence, in Yan Qing's known Miao Miao's several lines of literature, each of them is an extremely dangerous existence.

Therefore, the intelligence minister of the black mask knew that if he was discovered by that person, he would definitely not have the power to fight back, and he would be subdued almost as soon as he saw him, and then let the other party pinch and flatten.

He thought so as he begged the other party to leave quickly. But the heavens obviously didn't hear Minister Yan's request, but the white-robed man did.

I saw him hesitantly turn the corner, and hesitantly walked into the alley. The man seemed to be a child who was afraid of the dark, and with every step, he was cautious and poked the ground with his toes.

Then, as soon as he looked up, he rightfully spotted the man in the corner.

"Aha, I found you......

Minister Yan ......"

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Meanwhile, Griffith is driving towards Black Kamen's headquarters.

In fact, six hours earlier, Griffith had already set off from Shangdao and rushed to Rongcheng.

Recently, Black Kamen has been attacked by several groups of unidentified forces in a row, which makes the demon with a keen sense of smell feel an unusual smell of conspiracy.

But when passing through Xinxiang under Qin Qing's jurisdiction, he happened to encounter a heavy rainstorm. In this tourist city near the sea, the rain is always abundant during this month of the year.

Heavy rainstorms swept across the sky, making visibility very low. Griffith parked the car on the side of the road and waited an hour and a half for the rain to subside.

Griffith took advantage of this time to buy bread and ham at the convenience store and solved the breakfast problem.

When the rain subsided, he drove his car north through the greasy streets washed by the rain.

Maybe the big demon should look at the yellow calendar before going out, and the description of today's day on the yellow calendar may be like this, the ground is killed, the north is oblique, and it is forbidden to go out.

The heavy rain on the road was just the beginning of the prophecy, and then not long after, when he arrived at the boundary of Rongcheng, the old antique second-hand car called the golden beetle by Hua Ye broke down on the road.

Griffith opened the lid and found that the engine flywheel blades were aging and cracking, and the broken things were broken piece by piece, and they were helpless without professional maintenance parts.

In desperation, he reached out and hailed a taxi on the street, guiding the driver all the way in the direction of the Black Kamen headquarters. But the driver had just left, but the big demon in the passenger seat frowned and looked at the right-hand side in the distance.

It was an empty gray complex, and due to the great distance, only a hazy gray outline appeared in the gloomy sky.

"Master driver, turn right at the intersection ahead."

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Yan Qing, who had lost the ability to resist with one hand, walked out of the deep alley alley little by little, and the white-robed man looked left and right, and then walked towards a closed, rusty large iron door.

With a bang, the man kicked open the closed door of the workshop, and in the dust flying in the sky, a strange smell of mold sprayed people in the face.

The white-robed man didn't care about this, he dragged Yan Qing into the abandoned old factory, let the other party struggle and resist, still unhurried, and disappeared into the smoke and dust step by step, leaving only a drag mark of different shades on the ground.

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"Oh, sir, you're coming here.

This is the old industrial park of Rongcheng, which was originally built by people from Europe to attract investment, and then the business was sluggish, many foreigners have withdrawn, and now most of the workshops there are vacant and half-dead. ”

"Is Mr. here to do business, seeing that Mr. is not a local, I advise you, it is best to inquire again, understand the specific situation clearly before starting.

In recent years, the economy has been sluggish, the manufacturing industry has been in a downturn, and the national policy has been somewhat vacillating...... By the way, I heard that this area will be demolished in two years, and it will all be moved to the high-tech zone, so you must not invest in building a factory here......"

Griffith's temporary chauffeur was obviously a warm-hearted chatter, and he coped with it casually, but his mind had already flown through the gray mist of the distant mountains to the old complex.

Just now, when Griffith ordered the driver to drive to the Black Kamen headquarters, a wave of fluctuation passed from the distant industrial park.

The fluctuation was somewhat familiar, and Griffith himself recognized it, and it was the fluctuation information that Gintama had inadvertently collected and sent over to the figurine earrings that he had 'manipulated'.

The Great Demon didn't intend to pay attention to this fluctuation when he received it, but in Rongcheng, where the Black Kamen headquarters, having the fluctuation of Figu Yinsui can only mean that Gintama has found an owner for it, which is a small celebration.

But when Griffith savored the fluctuations, he found that the information of his owner implied in the fluctuations was unusually weak, and seemed to fluctuate greatly, and was rapidly disappearing.

The Great Demon frowned, thinking back to the information that Gintama had reported on the recent attack on Black Mask by an unknown organization, and finally decided to change direction and drive in the direction of Fei Gu Yinsui to have a look.

The white-robed man who didn't look amazing took out a tough steel cable, tied Yan Qing's hands, and hung him on the beam of the old factory.

The human body was gradually raised in the pulling, and the white-robed man moved a chair from not far away, blew the dust on it with his mouth, and sat on it:

"Minister Yan of the Black Mask Mercenary Group......

Minister Yan of the intelligence department?! ”

The man raised his head and asked, he really asked knowingly, but the lines of excitement and the faint expression in the corners of his eyes really betrayed his bad nature.

"I'm glad to be there, I've admired my name for a long time, Minister Yan."

The milky white and red man tried to look up, and his eyes seemed to shine with a light of sincerity and admiration. Yan Qing, who was hanging in the air, lowered his head with great difficulty, and in the pain of his hands and vertebrae being pulled and restrained, he saw the bright smiling face of the man blooming in the shadows.

"Formally introduce myself, my name is Snow Dog, Snow of Snowflakes, and Dogs of Eggs. Snow dog, of course, it's a code name, in fact, you can call me Xiao Xuexue, dog master, dog daddy......"

"Ahem, here's the thing, Minister Yan. As for me, I really admire your group's resolute and enterprising determination over the years, from scratch in just a few years, from entrepreneurship to now the well-deserved underground king of Rongcheng, the rapid development is amazing...... Well, that's right, the shooting is amazing! ”

"Your regiment leader is a talent, when you have time to see him, help me ask him if he is willing to mess with the dog master, the dog master gives him big buns to eat every day...... Oh, by the way, I forgot that you can't go back, and I can't see your dear head of the regiment anymore, so I'm going to say hello myself. ”

"Yes! Yes, that's right, I'm going to say hello in person......

Oh, yes, that's right, it's just a no-brainer. ”

"But there are always two sides to things, Minister Yan, and being able is not necessarily a good thing, anyway, my wife says all day long that I am too handsome and it is not safe to put it at home......

Let me tell you this, Minister Yan, our boss is very dissatisfied with the popularity of your group, the boss is not satisfied, I am not happy, if I am not happy, everyone will not be happy, so you are here. ”

"I'll give you a thorough explanation, today, I don't have a task, I have a lot of time to play with you.

As for me, I'm an impatient, short-tempered, and easy to overdo things, Minister Yan, you take care of it. ”

"By the way, as the head of the intelligence department of the Black Mask Mercenary Group, I must know a lot of secrets, so tell me them all, I like to hear them. Don't be in a hurry to deny it, think about it carefully, lest you wait for a while, you just want to say that you have no chance.

Of course, whether you say it or not, it's up to you. We don't talk darkly, and Minister Yan is not a three-year-old child, who came out to mix on the first day. If you don't talk about the information about the Black Mask, you won't be able to get out of this door today......"

The white-robed man spoke slowly, he leaned over, and opened a drawer beside him with his hand, revealing that it was full of metal torture tools, with knives of various sizes, hooks, and pliers, flashing with a cold light, which was daunting.

The man habitually stroked his hair, and the top of his head was stained with blood, and after a long time, the scar dried up, but he looked more stylish. So he spoke calmly and earnestly, and continued:

"Of course, there is a little difference between being willing to talk about it or not, whether you want to talk about it early or late, or whether you like to talk about it or not."

"I have seen a wolf bitten by a hungry red ant, wailing for three days and three nights, draining the blood of the body before dying, before dying, the flesh and blood are separated, and the bones are as thin as firewood, but it is better to be bitten to death by a tiger."

After the white-robed man finished speaking with a smile on his face, his body slowly stood up, causing the fragments of metal torture instruments on his left hand side to clang.

The man tucked his exposed shaggy legs into the hem of his pajamas, straightened his hands, and then raised his head, as slow as ever.

"You're right, Minister Yan."