"But how do you do it?" Nighthawk asked a little frustrated. The strength of the general is too strong, not to mention that he is second only to the director of the National Security Bureau, even at the top, and he is also the master who can cover the sky with one hand.

"Where's your evidence?" Wen Ye suddenly asked Lao Zhou.

"I'm hiding in a secret place!" Lao Zhou couldn't help but be a little alert. Of course, he won't take this kind of secret Wen Jiàn related to his life and death with him, and he won't say it casually to Wen Ye, who only has one side, originally. Wen Ye's appearance is mysterious and abrupt enough.

Master Wen smiled and didn't mention it anymore.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in Nighthawk's mind, and he said, "Perhaps, he can help us!" ”

"Oh? Who? Wen Ye and Lao Zhou shouted almost at the same time!

Nighthawk smiled mysteriously, picked up the tea, and took a sip gently: "Flood blood!" ”

Hong Blood was idle in the private room for a long time, and it was very uncomfortable to be stared at by the Nighthawk brothers. I thought that Lao Tzu didn't kill you again, and I was still a victim myself, so I stared at you blindly. But it's not easy for him to do it, after all, he is also an ally now! You can't just destroy the already fragile relationship between everyone.

After waiting for a long time, the bodyguard who blocked his way just now asked him to discuss the matter with a smile. Hung Blood snorted angrily, and followed him to the room where Nighthawk was staying.

As soon as he entered the house, he was stunned. Obviously, I didn't expect that in such a quiet and hidden environment, there would be no hostess Sister Mei, but a middle-aged man in a white suit with a chic face.

After saying hello, Nighthawk said straight to the point, "Since we are allies!" Then tell us now, what do you know! None of this is an outsider! Say whatever you want! ”

Hong Xue looked at Master Wen. But Wen Ye just looked at him with a smile, and he couldn't see any flaws, obviously he was a ** lake with rich experience. Hong Xue searched for all the characters in Port X for a long time in his mind, but he couldn't find a half person who could match the elegant and chic man in front of him.

Seeing that everyone was waiting a little anxiously, Hong Xue had no choice but to clear his throat and said with a smile: "Actually, I don't know a lot of things. However, I know who you were betrayed this time. ”

"It's the head of the Operations Division, the deputy director of the National Security Bureau, isn't it?" Nighthawk asked unhurriedly.

After a while, Hong Xue jumped high, no matter how good his cultivation was and how deep he was restrained, he couldn't hide the surprise on his face at this moment: "You." You. How do you know? He was already stuttering a little because of the panic.

Lao Zhou smiled: "If you have all this information, then there is no need to say it!" We know more than you do! ”

Seeing the disdain in Lao Zhou's tone, Hong Xue hurriedly cleaned up his mind and hurriedly said, "You know who harmed you, but can you save yourself?" ”

After saying that, the three Nighthawks couldn't help but lean out, wanting to hear what tricks this guy had.

Hong Blood breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that his killer weapon was still useful for these three people, so he couldn't help but smile, and returned to the expression of a natural passerby: "I'm sure that I can make him show his original form." When the time comes! Hehe, it's up to you! ”

"Alright, don't sell it! Saving lives is like fighting fire! Hurry up and understand this, so you can help your father-in-law! Nighthawk's reminder worked. Hong Xue suddenly remembered that Hong Batai, who was still living a savage life in the cave and was looking forward to the news of his success, couldn't help but panic.

Hong Xue hurriedly said: "Every time the general contacts us, he is not directly contacted!" They all came through guò intermediaries, and he only had a separate contact with the Báb, but no one knew where their lines were! Hearing this, Master Wen and Nighthawk couldn't help but look at Lao Zhou. I thought that your kid's shit luck is too strong, and you are not as accurate as you in buying five million jackpots.

Lao Zhou also shrugged helplessly, in fact, everything happened in an accident. If he had a choice, he would have done it more confidentially.

Hong Blood didn't know what their expressions meant, so he had to continue: "The original intermediary was Mr. Jin, who was under the Babu to manage the intelligence of various countries! But we've killed that old boy! The Báb thought we didn't know about him and the others, hehe! He really underestimated my master. ”

Hung Bloody smiled gloomily, his face full of contempt for Babu and worship for the Poison King. Nighthawk couldn't help but think, is this poison king really a character? Not to mention being loved by so many people, it's a little crazy?

"And where's the liaison now?" Lao Zhou asked nervously.

Hong Blood smiled mysteriously: "Far away in the sky, close at hand." He's in Port X! ”

"What? Over here? Port X? All three of them opened their mouths at the same time, not expecting Babu's new liaison officer to be right under their noses. And they're still wandering around like headless flies, looking for an opportunity!

"Of course! Otherwise, why do you think all kinds of killers always chase down Lao Zhou before you. It's all because this liaison got the inside information of the general and informed the killer one step earlier, so you guys are falling behind! "After explaining this, Nighthawk learned the truth. Why do those killers always arrive one step ahead of them as if they were unpredictable?

"Those killers are all Ba'b's? But Matsumoto shouldn't be a member of Babu? Why would he too? Nighthawk didn't understand how the proud samurai, the son of Ichiro Matsumoto, could be involved in these things, and in a trance, he seemed to have heard Takunobu Matsumoto say Shimada's name.

"Humph!" Hong Blood said very contemptuously, "Are the people you are talking about the same people you met in the cemetery?" They're just stupid guys tricked by Babu's dogleg Shimada! ”

Nighthawk and Old Zhou now all understood. All this time they have fallen into a huge trap designed by the General and Babu himself. And they are the feathered arrows that smash back and forth in this trap, shooting every prey in the trap. Matsumoto, the Poison King. They were all prey to stand in the way of the Báb.

Now that the prey is dead, they don't matter anymore. Naturally, it is the end of the lackey's cooking. Nighthawk couldn't help but slam his fist on the coffee table in anger. The tea set couldn't stand the vigorous force, and it jumped and rolled around.

"These hateful scum actually use us as tools to kill people for their benefit!" Nighthawk said indignantly.

"That's what you want! How can we help them? Master Wen's tone was still very indifferent, but a smile had already appeared on the corner of his mouth. Obviously, he had guessed the general meaning of the blood.

Hong Xue looked at Wen Ye deeply, he had been impressed by Wen Ye's elegance and wisdom. But he didn't quite know the specific identity of the person in front of him. However, since Lao Zhou and Nighthawk can be respectful to him, this person must not be simple.

"It's simple, send a message from this liaison that you've been caught and have the evidence. The eager general will surely come! When the time comes, everyone will get the stolen goods, hehe, you know what to do! Hong Blood smiled gloomily, obviously very interested in this matter. It seems that the general has made him suffer a lot. He whispered like a lost dog today and begged his grandfather for help, mostly because of the general.

"How could he possibly send us a message?" Nighthawk asked in frustration!

"Then don't let him live! You're going to make it! Hong Xue laughed, picked up the messy teacups on the table, poured himself a cup of tea from the pot with half a pot of tea left, and tasted the taste of this Jiangnan water town comfortably.

Matsumoto was carried by the ghost hand on his shoulder, and the dark shadow of longing came into his eyes all the way, and he couldn't see where the road was under his feet, nor where he was at this time. He only felt a burning pain in his chest, and the force that was violently hit by the nighthawk still seemed to remain in his body, stirring his internal organs and not being at peace.

What's even more terrifying is that he has just done it with all his might. Deflated by Nighthawk's punch, he can't even lift the slightest strength now, and he can't help but wonder if he has become a waste.

Thinking that I would have to spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair in the future, I couldn't help but burst into tears.

The Ghost Hand ran fast, returning to their hiding place half an hour later. As soon as he opened the door, the waves in the ghost hand's chest rolled, and a mouthful of blood shot out, spurting out more than two meters and slamming into the wall in front of him.

There was also a stumble under his feet, and Matsumoto fell to the ground with his body, rolling into a ball. Lying on the ground for a long time without moving.

Matsumoto, who was almost knocked out, shook his head, struggled to get up, hurriedly crawled to the side of the ghost hand, kept pushing the ghost hand with a crying voice, and shouted weakly: "Wake up! Wake up! What's wrong with you, what's wrong with you! After pushing for a long time, the ghost hand finally slowly opened his eyes. He sat up sharply, coughed violently, and another puddle of blood came out of his mouth. In Matsumoto's frightened eyes, Oni slowly waved his hand, signaling that he was okay.

"In the end, he was punched twice, and he ran in a hurry just now, and the blood remained in the chest and abdomen, but fortunately he vomited out, otherwise it would have been bad." The ghost hand slowly soothed and adjusted his breath, and he had already started to meditate cross-legged. This is the method of internal force pranayama that has been passed down from generation to generation by the ghost hand family.

Matsumoto breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out to be bruising, and he thought that the ghost hand was going to die. couldn't help but smile and said self-deprecatingly: "It seems that that guy is really powerful!" Today we almost went into the Yellow Springs together! The ghost hand slowly opened his eyes, but there was no trace of murder in his eyes, but a thick sense of awe: "Yes! He's really amazing! Better than anyone I've ever met! If it weren't for the unpredictable changes in my ghostly movements, we would have been doomed a long time ago. "That's it! The door was suddenly kicked open with great force. The tank trio ran in panting. The tank was just a little dizzy from being beaten by the bull, and along the way he was carried by the Jamie brothers, he had already recovered and shouted, "It's amazing, it's amazing." That guy's fist was like a hammer, and I still feel dizzy when it hit my head! Matsumoto couldn't help but be surprised and asked, "Are even those people so powerful?" I couldn't help but worry. Who are these new entrants? Why is it so powerful? Why didn't Uncle Shimada sue me? I can't help but worry about the next action. With so many powerful opponents, revenge is even more dangerous.

The ghost hand suddenly rose to its feet. Matsumoto turned his head to see that although his face was still very pale, there was already some blood flowing between his pale skin.

The ghost hand smiled indifferently as if it was unprecedented: "Interesting, interesting, more and more interesting!" The next time we meet, it's time for them to die! He was shrouded in murderous aura again, so that the people around him could no longer see his face clearly.