After a sleepless night, Yan Murong's face didn't show any tiredness at all, and Su Qingwu was even more radiant, and she returned to the style of the high-minded strong woman in the past.

"Yo, it's so early, I thought you would have to come out at noon." Silver Fox looked at the two and said jokingly. She sat on the sofa, two slender thighs wrapped in black leather pants on the coffee table, and bored flipping through a few magazines in her hands. "It's not interesting, except that the playboy is still a playboy, this old boy has a problem with his appreciation taste."

Yan Murong secretly glanced at the magazine in her hand, wasn't it, there were countless beautiful women on it—and they were all undressed.

Radish and cabbage, each has its own love, but Yan Murong doesn't like imported goods. No matter how beautiful those foreign girls are, they can't be named the sexiest women by some authority. They have large pores, they can't see it when they wear makeup, and when they unload, their faces are full of freckles even if they turn off the lights, which makes people not interested.

"What about the others?" Su Qingwu's face was slightly red, but Yan Murong directly filtered the words of the silver fox.

"They're all sleeping." The silver fox yawned in a variety of ways. "These people are really annoying, they know that women will get old if they don't sleep enough, and they have to let me be on duty at this time and get up early in the morning, it's really embarrassing."

"You sleep too?" Yan Murong asked in surprise.

"What do you mean by that?" Silver Fox laughed. "We're human too, right? And you can't just recharge to get energetic. ”

"That's not what I meant." Yan Murong also found the mistake in his words and hurriedly corrected it. "I mean, your profession — hey, forget it."

"We have to sleep in this profession." Silver Fox said. "Longteng is like the CIA of the United States, the KGB of Russia, and the MI6 of the United Kingdom, but our grade is a little higher than theirs, but the nature is basically the same - everyone 007 has to find a Bond girl to sleep in, do we just stare at it?"

A respected senior who has studied women has said - don't try to entangle endlessly with women on a topic, no matter how old a woman is, if you entangle endlessly with them on a topic, then she will have several unbelievable angles to elaborate on this topic, making you depressed and want to hit the wall with your head.

Listening to the advice of people to eat a full meal, Yan Murong has always been a five-good young man in the new era who respects the old and loves the show, and is perfect and filial, and he decided to implement the advice of his predecessors to the end.

So, he diverted the topic and asked. "When are we leaving?"

"It's still early." The silver fox stretched her waist, grabbed a bag of potato chips, pinched the potato chips with two slender fingers and put them in her mouth, squeaked and chewed, and then, very unfiguratively, wiped the crumbs on her hands on the expensive fabric sofa designed by a famous Italian designer under her buttocks, and said. "Wait two more days, the guy who lives in this villa is going to Mexico in two days, and we just happened to take his plane and go from Mexico to South America."

"Will he agree?"

"How can you disagree?" Silver Fox laughed. "If it's you, are you going to die, or are you going to have a backbone?"

"Damn." Yan Murong replied without hesitation. People are sparing their lives, and these rich people are even more desperate. In their opinion, the saddest thing in life is that people die and money is not spent. What do you think, those beggars in dirty clothes and eating moldy food? It's not just about living. In the same way, these local tyrants are even more reluctant to die, there are so many good cars that have not been driven, so many chicks have not been soaked, how can they be willing to die.

At this moment, the silver fox waved his hand, signaling Yan Murong not to speak first, and then turned up the sound of the TV a little higher.

The beautiful female anchor was talking very fast on the screen, Yan Murong couldn't understand a word, but the photo in the upper right corner of the screen was familiar to him.

"Lao Tzu is on TV." Yan Murong exclaimed in surprise, then grabbed Su Qingwu and asked urgently. "What does it say? Fast translation, fast translation. ”

"Your master, he-" Su Qingwu hesitated slightly before saying. "Your master didn't list them as terrorists, and it said he killed eight FBI agents and a prison guard."

Seeing Yan Murong's face change back and forth, Su Qingwu hurriedly comforted her. "Murong, don't worry, master, he must have been wronged."

"I'm not in a hurry." Yan Murong suddenly smiled. "Old man, old man, do you have today? Haha, run, run, just play a game with these supposedly omnipotent American cops. ”

So, Su Qingwu and Silver Fox looked at each other, and their eyes were a little strange when they looked at Yan Murong. Is this a master and apprentice? Why does it sound like the two of them have some deep hatred? Terrorist, isn't this a good thing, is it worth his laugh? What's more, the person who was listed as a terrorist by the United States is still his master.

Yan Murong was laughing, he laughed at this old man who abused him half to death every time would be chased so embarrassed, this is a rare thing. Of course, laugh even more at the stupidity of those who want to arrest him. What if you have a gun in your hand? As long as you don't use tanks and artillery to surround him, how many guns can help the old man?

After laughing enough, Yan Murong shut up, and his expression was also grim. He suddenly thought of a problem—the old man was penniless, he could not speak the language, and he had not been born for a long time. To sum up, Yan Murong began to worry about the old man. This old man won't starve to death, will he?

"You-"

"Help find your master, won't you?" Without Yan Murong finishing speaking, the silver fox understood what he meant and said. "Yes, yes, but it's troublesome."

"Hawkeye doesn't work either?" Yan Murong asked.

"You think he's clairvoyant?" Silver Fox laughed. "Even if you want to investigate, you have to give him a little clue, even if it's a little bit. The question is, now that there are no clues, how can you ask him to check? ”

"So what to do?" Yan Murong looked depressed, but he slandered the old man in his heart. This old man, why do you want to kill people when you run?

"Pray." Silver Fox said. "This is the United States, under God's control, you pray to God and pray, maybe he will manifest himself?"

The silver fox's words provoked Yan Murong to slap a fierce white eye. "No matter, anyway, you have to find a way, otherwise the old man will definitely be in big trouble."

"No need."

At this moment, an abrupt voice suddenly came from the door, startling several people in the living room, and the silver fox was about to pull out his gun, but saw Yan Murong running over like a gust of wind.

"Old man? How did you find this? ”

PS: I have a terrible toothache, half of my face is swollen, my head is groggy, and I didn't have time to ask for leave yesterday. Who has a day today, forced himself to get up and code words...... There's one more below. Let's go and have my teeth extracted tomorrow and resume the third watch. It's terrible.