Yang Mingyun deliberately turned on the big faucet and washed his hands. When he walked out of the toilet, Song Zhilan was waiting for him with a face towel.

"Ah, I'm sorry to keep you waiting."

"It's okay, there's a seat."

"Great, please lead the way."

Song Zhilan returned the face towel to the bartender and took Yang Mingyun to a table on the right.

Yang Mingyun glanced casually at the back seat of the high chair backrest, and no holes were found in the backrest. He was on his toes at this point, because if someone shot a poisonous needle through the backrest, it would be over.

Song Zhilan sat down next to Yang Mingyun's left, her feet together, and her miniskirt shrank to the root of her thighs. Expose the well-proportioned and plump thighs. The two spoke for a while without matter.

Song Zhilan claimed to be a female college student. After a few glasses of wine, her pink cheeks were stained with a touch of red, and her eyes looked even more watery. She leaned on Yang Mingyun.

It seems that the drink has not been poisoned, and Yang Mingjun did not feel unwell. He picked up Song Zhilan and kissed her back and forth between her neck and ears. Song Zhilan's body exudes the fragrance of a "beach" type French luxury perfume. By this time, it was nearly nine o'clock.

Song Zhilan's eyes were closed, her head was tilted back, and the hair in front of her head hung down to the back of her head, revealing the left half of her face, and Yang Mingjun noticed that there were no freckles and burn scars on it.

Song Zhilan hugged Yang Mingyun tightly, and her hands touched Yang Mingyun's chest and back. Under the left armpit where Yang Mingyun hid the pistol just now, at the belt behind the back of the gun, Song Zhilan's hand was even more careful.

Yang Mingyun's right hand was inserted between Song Zhilan's feet, reached into her briefs, and approached the hot and humid part.

Song Zhilan grabbed Yang Mingyun's hand with her thighs, touched Yang Mingyun's jacket pocket, and then touched the pocket of her pants.

When nine o'clock came, Liu Yunshan did not appear. Yang Mingyun snorted hot snorts in Song Zhilan's ear and whispered, "How is it?" Can you go outside, my dear? ”

"Okay, anyway, I'm doing odd jobs, so I can go back whenever I want. I'll find a way to get past the proprietress and come out, and you'll be waiting for me at the 'Mingdian' café near Sijing Street. Song Zhilan gasped and said.

"Okay, you must come!" Yang Mingyun pulled out her right hand from between Song Zhilan's legs. After settling the bill, the proprietress and Song Zhilan sent Yang Mingyun to the door of the store. Yang Mingyun turned his head and waved goodbye, Yang Mingyun and Song Zhilan were flying towards him with winkling eyes, and the upper and lower eyelashes seemed to be touching.

Yang Mingyun avoided the light of the street lamp, so as not to be discovered by the pistol bulging on his right foot. "Meidian" is 50 meters away, a very ordinary café. Yang Mingyun found a seat to look at Yang Mingyun's door, asked for a cup of coffee, drank a few sips, got up and went into the toilet, and untied the holster from the calf.

The sling of the gun was a little in the way, so I wrapped it around the upper part of the holster, then inserted the holster into the inside of the back of my pants, and twisted my body repeatedly in front of the mirror to observe the situation behind it. Thanks to his burly build, there is no sign of a gun from his appearance. If it is tied to the calf, it takes too much time to draw a gun and shoot. Song Zhilan had already touched it just now, so she must have put her mind at ease and would never touch Yang Mingyun's back again. Yang Mingyun returned to his seat, holding coffee in his left hand, waiting for Song Zhilan to come.

Although it has not yet been clarified whether Song Zhilan is an assassin or a decoy, she must have something to do with the enemy's organization.

The drunken customer named Mr. Wang just now had to visit the "Ai Yue Xuan" bar every night, but he said that tonight was the first time he had seen Song Zhilan. It can be seen that it was Yang Mingyun who asked Liu Yunshan to meet again at the "Aiyuexuan" bar, and the enemy bought the proprietress and inserted Song Zhilan into the store.

I don't know what kind of means Song Zhilan will use, Yang Mingyun feels both unbearable and a little uneasy. I didn't dare to drink the coffee in my hand, for fear that when I went to the toilet just now, Song Zhilan's accomplice would poison the coffee. Yang Mingyun just pretended to drink coffee, and while no one was paying attention, he spilled half a cup of coffee on the cheap carpet.

When he lit the second cigarette, Song Zhilan came in, and saw her wearing boots and carrying a rattan handbag like a small basket, coming to the cashier and waiting for Yang Mingyun to come over.

Yang Mingyun stood up, grabbed the bill and approached Song Zhilan's side, and saw Song Zhilan's watery eyes looking at him. Yang Mingyun paid, then took Song Zhilan's arm and walked out of the café. Outside, Yang Mingyun stopped, faced Song Zhilan, and hugged her with both arms, "What should we do now?" What are you going to do? ”

"It's a party, it's just the two of us, what do you think? in my room. There are also records, and there are wines. Song Zhilan said.

"That's wonderful. Where do you live? ”

"Red Mountain Zhichun Garden......."

At this time, the bars and nightclubs on the street were not yet open for business, and soon a taxi was called. Yang Mingyun did not use his own special "lark" brand car, but took a taxi with Song Zhilan.

The taxi did not have the driver's name plate. The driver was a young man who was in a flow of air. Song Zhilan said to the driver: "To the vicinity of Hongshan College, you can take it from the highway." ”

Yang Mingyun took out a hundred-yuan bill and handed it to the driver, "You don't need to look for change, the money for the highway will also be given to you, okay?" After speaking, he quickly hugged Song Zhilan.

"Look at your muscles, how well developed. I'm so wet that I'm hugged by you. Song Zhilan grabbed the bulging muscles of Yang Mingyun's arm.

It may be that the driver was angry by the ** of the two. As soon as he got on the highway, he drove desperately to get off the car.

The road was winding and winding, with the false name of a highway, and the taxi drove as if it was about to overturn, and almost hit other cars several times.

The taxi drove rapidly into a curve, Song Zhilan's body fell to the side due to centrifugal force, and Yang Mingyun took advantage of the situation to hold down Song Zhilan and kissed her white neck. At this time, Yang Mingyun knelt on one knee on the floor in front of his seat and bent over, which was invisible from the outside, even if a car chased after him and shot inside the car, he had a chance to escape. If the taxi hits the vehicle, it will not be injured.

The taxi got off the highway on the ramp. "You two should be suitable, the steering wheel is off, don't blame Lao Tzu." The driver was so excited that his voice changed.

"Shut your foul mouth! When we get out of the car, it's not too late for you kid to play your own. Yang Mingyun raised his head and replied to the other party without showing weakness.

"What? You bastard! Seeing that you are a guest, Lao Tzu let you order. You're fucking energetic! The driver came suddenly, and the car behind him quickly honked.

"Fighting here will affect other cars, and when you get to the place, Lao Tzu will definitely accompany you." Yang Mingjun smiled.

"Don't run away when you get to the place, where is it near the Red Mountain Academy?" The driver asked menacingly as he restarted the car.

"Zhichunyuan Green Apartment......" Song Zhilan got up, lifted her briefs upward, and said to Yang Mingyun angrily: "Show me a hand." Prove that you are not only strong for women, but also strong for men. ”

The taxi left the main road and turned into a dimly lit fork in the road. In the foreground right, there is an apartment building that imitates a Western castle, which has become popular in recent years.

The driver stopped the car and jumped out. Yang Mingjun also got out of the car. The driver reached into his bulging right trouser pocket and grinned, "Come on, let me teach you a lesson." ”

"Your brother is really not small, who sent you?" Yang Mingyun asked.

"No one sent me. Look," the driver's hand trembled, pulling his gun out of his trouser pocket.

Yang Mingyun was taken aback when he saw this, and he almost reached out to pull the "white python" pistol behind his waist, but he immediately restrained himself.

He had a hunch that the other party must have been instructed to check whether Yang Mingyun was carrying a gun. If the driver had been a professional gunman, he would have shot him a long time ago, and he would never have said so much nonsense.

Yang Mingyun thought about it, and his body had already reacted quickly, and the driver's gun had just exposed his trouser pocket. Yang Mingyun had already pounced fiercely.

Before the driver could fully draw out the gun, Yang Mingyun kicked the guy's balls to pieces, and then grabbed the driver's neck and pushed him to the ground to prevent him from screaming. The spasms of the driver's body spread to Yang Mingyun's arm.

Yang Mingyun threw the unconscious driver into the taxi, picked up the automatic pistol that fell to the ground, and weighed it, which weighed about the same as the American-made M1911, but the appearance was much more beautiful.

As expected, the gun body has the words made in China, Jilin, and Changchun, which turned out to be a toy pistol. Yang Mingyun pulled out the magazine and saw that the one exposed at the top was a fake bullet made of brass, and the front end of the warhead was embedded with a falling cannon.

"Scared the hell out of me." Song Zhilan got out of the car.

"Me too. This guy is a toy gun, though. That kid has something difficult to say, and he won't report to the inspector, right? ”

Yang Mingyun shook his head with a wry smile, casually threw the toy gun into the taxi, and closed the door, "Let's go, it's nearby, right?" He grabbed Song Zhilan's arm.

Yang Mingyun secretly celebrated the increase, fortunately he didn't dial out the "white python", if Song Zhilan saw it, it would be troublesome. I wanted to figure out who the driver was in command behind the scenes, but Yang Mingyun felt that he still pretended not to know anything for the time being, and let her know what kind of person he was when he had had enough of playing with Song Zhilan.

Ms. Song's room was on the fifth floor of the six-story apartment. Upon entering is a spacious living room with a wine cabinet and a stereo device.

From the inside, the door is open, and you can see the bedroom. There is also a door on the right, which appears to be the dining room and kitchen. The room was extremely luxuriously furnished.

"That's magnanimous. You've made a lot of money. Yang Mingyun opened the door of the dining room and checked whether anyone was hiding inside while talking.

"Where...... There is a mountain forest in my hometown in Hunan. My family sent me money. Song Zhilan walked past Yang Mingyun, opened the refrigerator with a mahogany shell, and talked while taking ice cubes. The fridge was stocked with a variety of delicious foods. "I'm hungry, get me something to eat." After speaking, Yang Mingyun went into the bedroom with a faint light.

The interior decoration is romantic and full of girlish taste. Curtains and blinds are down in the living room and bedroom. Yang Mingjun checked the double bed. The bed was low, and there was no room for hiding in the gap between it and the carpet.

There do not seem to be TV cameras hidden in the ceiling and walls. There was no one in the shower room next to the bedroom either. Then, Yang Mingjun gently pulled the door of the large wardrobe again. The large wardrobe is locked. Yang Mingjun took out a hairpin from an unlocked drawer on the dresser and poked the lock on his coat.

As soon as he opened the door, he immediately lay down, but nothing happened, only colorful clothes hung in the closet. There is no hiding of people.

Closing the door of the wardrobe, Yang Mingjun returned to the side of the bed and stuffed the pistol between the two spring mattresses. The mattress was thick, and the gun was hidden inside, and it was not visible from the outside. Then, Yang Mingyun hid the ammunition bag in a vase on a shelf next to the bed. Now, the only recognizable weapon in the pocket is a folding hunting knife.

As for lighter grenades, pen-type pistols, and explosives disguised as cigarettes, cigarette-box pistols, etc., you will not know that these are weapons unless you examine them carefully.

Yang Mingjun took out several antidote capsules hidden in the chest pocket of his sportswear and swallowed them. Then I went back to the living room, sat on the sofa, and as soon as I finished smoking a cigarette, I saw Song Zhilan pushing a small cart full of ice cubes, canned abalone, frozen meat and other foods in.

She turned on the stereo and played a music record. Then he turned around and asked Yang Mingyun: "What kind of wine do you drink?" ”

"Whiskey."

"I'll drink whiskey, too." Song Zhilan reached out and took out a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet and put it on the small cart.

On the coffee table in front of Yang Mingyun, Song Zhilan set up the wine, and then pushed the small cart back to the dining room.

Taking advantage of this moment, Yang Mingjun put ice cubes in two glasses and poured whiskey.

Song Zhilan sat down next to Yang Mingyun and picked up her wine glass. Yang Mingyun touched Song Zhilan's arms, "Cheers to the night when it's just the two of us." ”

"Cheers!" Song Zhilan brought the wine glass to her lips and took a big sip. Seeing that Song Zhilan drank it, Yang Mingyun drank it dry. This is a high-grade Wei Shiji, which has a particularly good taste.

"The wine is high-end. Hey, where is your hometown in Hunan? Yang Mingyun asked as he picked up the wine bottle and filled another glass.

"In the country. Let's talk about you. I heard the proprietress say that you write for foreign magazines, right? How did you get in touch with the magazine there? Song Zhilan asked with a smile.

"Well, I've lived in the United States for a long time. Forget it, let's move on with our party. Yang Mingyun stretched out his hand to hug Song Zhilan.

"Wait. There's good stuff for you to see. Song Zhilan retracted.

"Good stuff?"

"Dahu. You haven't smoked in the United States? ”

"You're going to have a tea party with just the two of us? It's funny. Yang Mingyun smiled slightly. Among the few antidote gelatins I just taken, there is one that is used to decompose the alkaloids of Indian Dachu, and the antidote capsules are insoluble in water, but can be dissolved immediately in gastric juice.

Song Zhilan lifted an oil painting hanging on the wall, and took out a tin foil bag, a candle, and a silver-billed cigarette from the hole in the wall behind the painting. She returned to the couch and opened the two layers of tin foil, revealing a green rod-like object, about 20 centimeters long and as thick as a little finger.

"Ho! Finest Arabian goods. Where did you get it? Yang Mingyun asked.

Among the Indian dakus that have the effects of hallucination, silver, anesthesia, deprivation of shame, and long-lasting pleasure, the strongest one is the one produced in Arabia, and the one that is sold as a commodity is what Yang Mingjun now sees refined into a rod. After sucking, even a cowardly person dares to kill. In contrast, the Daxu produced and smuggled into China can only be regarded as a subordinate, probably because of the relationship between water and soil, the poisonous surname alone is strong, and the pleasure effect is very small.

"You're going to keep it a secret, you know? Secrecy! Song Zhilan smiled slyly and said, "Come, do me a favor." ”

"Well, here we go." Yang Mingyun erected a candle on the table, broke a section three centimeters long, put it on a piece of tin foil, and burned the candle with tin foil in both hands, rolling back and forth while burning. When the burn is hot, place the tin foil on the table and blow out the candle. Then he used his fingers to pinch the hot big chu and rub it back and forth, and the green crumbs fell from between his fingers, looking a bit like green tea. The reason why Indian Daxu is also called tea is because of this, and the "tea party" referred to by drug addicts refers to the wild silver party under the intoxication of Daxu.

"I can't see you're quite sophisticated." Song Zhilan smiled and handed over the silver smoking gun.

"Don't be busy, wait until it's cold. It would be nice to have a hookah. Yang Mingyun said, pinched a small handful of crushed Daku, took it to a high place, and landed on another piece of cold tin foil. It was pinched up again, dropped again, and after repeating it several times, when Daxu became cold, he loaded it with a silver smoking gun.

Yang Mingyun picked up a grenade and lighted the silver cigarette gun on Song Zhilan's mouth. Song Zhilan took a deep breath, stretched out her powder arm around Yang Mingyun's neck, and held a cigarette gun in her other hand to Yang Mingyun's mouth.

Yang Mingyun took a sip, although he had taken the antidote just now, it had not yet taken effect immediately, so his head still felt a little dizzy.

The two of you sucked in one bite at a time, Yang Mingyun gradually felt that the sky was not afraid of the earth, and Song Zhilan's eyes became silver. After sucking the third shot, she took off her boots and staggered barefoot to the stereo. changed to a music record, and then with a strong rhythm, his eyes stared at Yang Mingyun provocatively, and danced a swing dance. She took off her clothes one by one as she jumped. At this time, the antidote took effect, and almost all the alkaloids that entered Yang Mingyun's body were decomposed, this is because Indian Daxu is not as addictive as heroin, and the physical exertion is small. So he wasn't very drunk, but he still pretended to be completely intoxicated, deliberately swaying his upper body to the rhythm of the dance while clapping his hands to the rhythm of the dance music. Song Zhilan only had a large piece of wet briefs and bra left. Her plump buttocks set off her slender and soft waist, and her skin is also delicate.

(To be continued)