Throwing a 300 yuan ticket to the driver, ignoring his happy fainting expression, Long Jiang got out of the car on the side of the road.

At eight o'clock in the morning, it was the time when the surging army of workers in Kyoto went out. The highway is full of cars, the sidewalks are full of people, the traffic is busy, the crowd is surging, Rao is used to seeing the world Longjiang, but also stunned.

His stomach purred involuntarily, reminding him that breakfast was not yet over, Long Jiang looked up at the towering Sanjiang Mansion on the side of the road, glanced at the billboard that said high-end breakfast, the shape of Yan Baoyin, touched his face, and dispelled the idea of going in for breakfast.

Brother is here to kill, not to go on vacation, so it's better to show fewer traces.

Empty-handed, he walked along with a group of young people who looked like IT, and hurriedly entered a roadside shop of rice field bean juice, which was full of business and people.

Yellow wooden tables, yellow wooden chairs, the whole store is filled with warm colors, and with the aroma wafting from the back stove from time to time, Longjiang is more and more hungry.

Holding the yellow waiting card, he finally waited for a chubby and burly buddy like impotence, who was full of food and drink, and gave up his position, before Long Jiang sat down at the table.

Long Jiang glanced at the other side, it was a girl with a face full of freckles, seeing that she was almost finished eating, seeing Long Jiang on the table, she shyly touched Long Jiang's eyes briefly, and hurriedly lowered her eyes, drinking the last few mouthfuls of soy milk.

The waiter hurried over, cleaned up quickly, and then magically put on a plate of emerald green lettuce pickles, a bowl of steamed egg custard with the aroma of scallion oil, plus four fried fritters that had just come out of the pot, with a large bowl of milky white and bright bean juice, collected the money, and quickly disappeared into the crowd of customers.

Long Jiang sighed comfortably, stretched out his disposable chopsticks, took half a fritter, poked it into a large bowl with an attractive bean fragrance, dipped it simply, and took a bite of it with hunger and thirst.

It smells so good.

Slowly closed his eyes, this is the first time he has grown up to come to Kyoto, the first meal he eats, of course, the taste must be tasted, killing people and working is a task, enjoying life is also a task, life is in the world, you can't go in vain.

Crispy fritters, melt in your mouth, have an excellent taste without the slightest hint of gutter oil.

Authentic soybean juice, not blended with soybean milk powder, you can taste it after drinking it in the first sip, exuding ∷⊥∷⊥∷⊥∷⊥,m.☆.co↑mstyle_tt; The pure bean juice with the fragrance of beans burrowed down the throat into the stomach and quickly ironed the hunger and thirst.

The people of Kyoto are kind, and even though the price is twice as expensive as Yanagihara, it feels like it's worth it.

Long Jiang opened his eyes with satisfaction, carrying chopsticks and planning to clip the lettuce, and then taste the restaurant food, but unexpectedly, his eyes picked up along the lettuce plate, and instantly met with a person's eyes.

He was stunned for a moment.

The freckled girl didn't know when she left, and there was an old scumbag old man sitting opposite, with a brain like a big scientist, bare, messy hair, a few brown age spots distributed on both cheeks, a short nose, very ugly, the nose stars were distributed with ruddy wine lees, and the small eyes were full of banter, looking at Longjiang with a smile.

As soon as Longjiang's chopsticks were loosened, a few emerald green lettuce fell back into the plate, his eyes widened, and his head quickly searched for this very familiar face.

Binzhou's? No.

Of the military district of the Frontier Province? Not yet.

That's Yanagihara's, yes, this old man has seen it in Yanagihara.

In an instant, Sun Zheng, the county magistrate, Secretary Du Zibin, and the real room of the National Security Commission, a series of figures overlapped together, turning into a national security work document with a gold police badge on a black background, it was Old Man Gu!

"Gu, Gu, Gu? What are you doing here? "It took 0.1 seconds to rewind the mind, and the old man in front of me was quickly recognized by Long Jiang, why am I so smart? Long Jiang was secretly proud.

Long Jiang quickly smiled. This old man is a big man of Huaxia National Security, he has to hug him everywhere, he is usually busy, and he is willing to take out breakfast time today to meet him by chance on the street with Longjiang?

And is it still in the Sanjiang Building? Long Jiang is not the high school student of the past, there is a weirdness here!

If it's a chance encounter, the ghost doesn't believe it.

Gu Lao picked up a chopstick, unceremoniously took a few lettuce shoots and put them in his mouth, moved his mouth a few times, and said vaguely: "Hehe, eat, don't be stunned, Kyoto is full of the most authentic bean juice made in this rice field." ”

Long Jiang was speechless, your old man's food is mine.

The waiter was very good at delivering the dishes that the old man needed, almost exactly the same as those in Longjiang, the only difference was that the old man had an extra plate of salted peanuts.

The old man threw a peanut into his mouth, bit the golden fritters, drank the milky white fragrant hot soybean juice, and actually smiled when he ate it.

"I saved your life again, and I didn't say thank you when I met?" Old man Gu swallowed a fritter, burped loudly without hesitation, raised his head and smiled.

Long Jiang suddenly realized: "You wrote that paper ball?" ”

"It's pretty much the same. Since I sent you a certificate, we have basically grasped your whereabouts. ”

"What did you do to me?" Long Jiang had no intention of eating, blackened his face, and pushed his chopsticks.

Lao Gutou ate another peanut and shook his head: "Eat, don't wait for it to be cold." Hehe, that certificate has a chip, which can be linked to the Beidou system, and the sky is fixed. After thinking about it, the old man smiled slyly: "I can't do anything else." ”

Long Jiang sighed greatly: "You issued me a certificate, opened a salary, and saved my life, did you come to collect interest this time?" ”

The old man ignored him and said to himself: "The underworld in Sanjiang Binzhou is the bottom of the big wash, the gang leader is dead, the professional manager and security chief of the Yellow Crane Processing Factory are also dead, and a director of the internship sent by the national security is also dead inexplicably. ”

Gradually, after the working hours, the bean juice shop became sparsely populated, and the waiter began to slowly clean up the tableware, sweeping the discarded waste paper balls on the ground, and there were a lot of empty tabletops around the two, only a few tables in the corner sat a few men with strong faces, and looked at them with nonchalant eyes.

Long Jiang's face suddenly flushed, and he almost stood up: "You, you already knew about it?" So many lives ......"

The group of men flashed, Gu Lao made a gesture silently, and they all sat down again.

The old man drank the bean juice in one gulp and shook his bare head:

"No, no. Man, these Japanese devils are very cunning, and we only recently learned about them. Don't get excited, I'm not in charge of espionage cases, don't forget, I'm a bacteriological expert, and it's my task to go to the site of Unit 71 in Sanjiang every year to research the best weapons for the country. ”

Long Jiang drank the bean juice angrily, bit the fritters fiercely, didn't eat vegetables, and didn't say anything.

When the old man saw that Long Jiang was angry, he smiled, looked left and right, there were not many people around, he took out two photos and snapped them in front of Long Jiang.

"What is this?"

One is a photo of a chubby middle-aged man, a man with glasses, and an image of an upstart, and the other is a lean short man with a beard and a small suit, very lean.

glanced at the bottom of the photo, and Long Jiang's eyes instantly straightened:

There are three big characters under the photo of the man with eyes - Shen Xiong, and four words are written in the photo of the short man - Yamamoto Lang.

This is the first time I have seen these photos of the two people.

The old man, who had been looking at the expression on Long Jiang's face, smiled hehehe, picked up a peanut, and smiled like a cunning old fox.

"Don't ask me! There are also good people and scum in the national security, and these guys are the pets of the scum.

You have a lot of questions, and you know, you can't solve the mystery yet, it's discipline. So, don't expect anything from me.

It's very simple for me to come to you, these two people can't move, and they are not allowed to die, and in addition, your cousin in the frontier Commander Liu is with me, by the way, it is your lover's uncle, you have to go to the real yàn room with me and do me a favor. That's it. ”

"Nope." Long Jiang didn't think about it and vetoed it directly.

Lao Gutou was stunned for a moment, and he didn't eat the peanuts anymore, his eyes let out a trace of essence, after thinking about it, he made up his mind, and his brain shell came over, and hurriedly said in a lower voice:

"These two people have secrets in their hands, the HNJ-4 superbug data that the country is researching, and some of the actual YÀN data are in their hands, so you can't kill them."

Seeing that Long Jiang didn't react, Lao Gutou was really anxious, leaned down and lowered his voice:

"Son, I know you'll have two hands, don't be complacent! If we hadn't covered you, you would have been dragged to be a white rat by those guys from the Religious Affairs Bureau. So, this time you have to listen to me, and don't mess with me. ”

The old man's mouth stinks, and there is a rancid smell of the elderly, Long Jiang frowned: "Religious Affairs Bureau? ”

"Of course, with high martial arts, club bosses, strange people, and all kinds of immortals are their guests and monitoring objects, if we didn't cover you, plus your special appearance in Aguo, you got a plane back for the country, and the military covered you, just rely on you as a rookie, hum!"

Seeing that Long Jiang ignored it, Lao Gutou continued to scare: "Wang Si'er back then knows, the guy who picked the wind gate was as coaxing as you, what was the result?" There is also the current wind gate, what is the swarm of bees, don't look at the wind pulling, when you see the grandchildren of the Religious Affairs Bureau, you have to strain. ”

Longjiang didn't eat any more rice, and had a good breakfast, so that the old man was completely ruined.

He also lowered his voice, leaned over, and glared at Lao Gutou:

"Old man, you're useless for anything else. I'm in charge of the information, what kind of bullshit are yours, I also promise to help, but these two people must die, they must! ”

Lao Gutou didn't speak, his eyes narrowed, and a dangerous light was released from them, he didn't move, and looked at Longjiang for a long time.

The men at the table around him were also tense, just waiting for the leader to give an order.

For a while, the two of them were like fighting crickets, but their eyes were not facing down, and they couldn't blink at each other.

"Longjiang, we have been staring at this line for almost a year, and there has been little progress, how can you guarantee that we can find what I want?"

"Old man, when did I lie to you?"

"I'll send someone to follow you all the way! Get the information again. The old man's expression was resolute.

"No way!"

The two of them fought cocks, stretched their necks and looked at each other for a long time.

Long Jiang looked at his watch, Nima passed one by one in a blink of an eye, and he couldn't afford it, he lowered his head and raised his hand: "Okay, old man, you won." Let him come with me, but not interfere with my actions. ”

"Deal."