Qin Tian is extremely mysterious, since he left the Nighthawk and them at the Peninsula Hotel, he has not appeared. Nighthawk's anxious question could only sink depressedly in his heart. Quietly waiting for this so-called liaison, but the guy who has lost contact at the moment to answer.

After waiting anxiously for three days, when everyone lost patience, Qin Tian returned to the Peninsula Hotel and Nighthawk once again in the evening.

Qin Tian smiled apologetically at Nighthawk and hinted that he only wanted to talk to him alone. Although Nighthawk felt awkward, there was no one else here, they were all brothers born and died. But he knew that these agents were cautious, and he still reluctantly let the others go to other rooms and let the two of them talk alone for a while.

Qin Tian had already chartered an entire floor of guest rooms for them, firstly for safety, and secondly, to make them comfortable. Anyway, Port X has money, and they don't feel sorry for this.

"Say it! What is so mysterious? You've been hanging me here for three days, and everyone is going to be spoiled. Nighthawk said a little angrily, in the end, he was still very dissatisfied with Qin Tian letting them go like this. So at this time, I was angry in my heart, and I spoke a little meaner.

Qin Tian smiled, but ignored Nighthawk's words, and asked a word that didn't match: "Do you really want to arrest Lao Zhou?" ”

Nighthawk was stunned for a moment, then frowned, and hurriedly asked, "What do you mean by this?" Arresting Lao Zhou is the purpose of my coming here, do you doubt me? ”

Qin Tian still smiled and said, "Don't you think it's strange! An old revolutionary, an old comrade who has served the country for decades, has become a traitor overnight. Isn't there a cat in the middle? ”

Nighthawk looked at Qin Tian vigilantly, he didn't know what the pockmarked guy in front of him meant by saying these words, was he tempting him?

"What the hell are you trying to say? Has anyone said anything to you? Nighthawk asked alertly, his face wrinkled!

Qin Tian shook his head and said with a stern expression: "I'm just analyzing this matter objectively as a bystander. You are a loyal subordinate who has carried out many missions with Old Zhou. You should know more about his situation than anyone else. ”

Nighthawk stood up with a sharp look in his eyes, staring at Qin Tian deadly. But this pockmarked man just looked at him indifferently, not at all frightened by this murderous person. There was only a faint trace of pity in his eyes.

After staring at each other for a long time, Nighthawk suddenly sighed and said bitterly, "What you said may be right, but people change. He killed my best comrade-in-arms, this revenge, why do I have to avenge my comrades-in-arms. ”

Qin Tian nodded, no longer persuaded the Nighthawk, and opened his mouth to say, "I came to tell you about my discoveries in the past few days. ”

Nighthawk hurried over, his ears standing up. With Lao Zhou's news, he was very nervous in his heart. It wasn't until this moment that he realized that deep down in his heart, he cared so much about the old boss who abandoned them.

Qin Tian said unhurriedly: "Lao Zhou has not moved since he came to Port X, but since the day before yesterday. Every day, a person similar to Lao Zhou will appear in a bar on Prince Edward Road. I haven't figured out his purpose yet, it's been two days in a row, and I don't know if he'll go again today. If you're looking for him, go there. ”

The Nighthawk hand was already starting to tremble a little. Lao Zhou really appeared, how should he face him.

Qin Tian stood up, didn't say anything more, turned around and walked out, but when he walked to the door, he listened. Nighthawk only heard him say, "I don't know why Old Zhou is there, but he seems to be waiting for someone." And my instinct tells me that the person is you. ”

Nighthawk trembled, would Lao Zhou risk his life, and when he met, he would kill him?

Before he could think about it, Qin Tian's voice sounded at the door again: "Also, I forgot to tell you." I was also a person who was saved by Lao Zhou's mission, and if it were me, I would prove Lao Zhou's innocence at any cost. ”

The door slammed shut, and the world was split in two. Outside, there is a bustling cosmopolitan city. In the room, there was only a nighthawk with a dull look and a dull expression, stupidly looking at the door.

Prince Edward Road is a major street in the northern part of the Kowloon Peninsula in Port X. The famous Mong Kok Police Station, Diocesan Boys' School, and Mong Kok Stadium are all here. It is also a paradise for many film and television dramas, and it is also a paradise for gangsters in Port X.

There are many large and small bars on Prince Edward Road, which do not interfere with each other, and in this kind of place where the underworld dominates. It's a bit surprising that they can get along.

At the entrance of an alley in Mong Kok, a bar called Lotte is full of people. This is a holy place for the rich second generation to pick up girls, and it is naturally a good place for gangsters to make friends with rich people and play the autumn breeze.

Nighthawk followed the flow of people, and mixed into the bar with Meng Fei and the military thorns. It's just after nine o'clock in the evening, and it's still early. But in the bar, where all kinds of neon lights and flashing lights are intertwined, all kinds of beautiful men and women have already gathered.

The smell of smoke, alcohol, perfume and sweat blends together beautifully, making the whole bar instantly unobstructed.

On the crazy stage, a group of men and women who didn't know how much medicine they had knocked went crazy and kept shaking their heads to the DJ's furious music. The shaking head seems to be about to break away from the body at any moment, and it sways wildly at an incredible speed.

There were more beautiful women in the audience, swaying their seductive waists without much cover-up clothes amid the lewd cheers of the men. The perfect curve is colorful and blurry under the change of spotlights, which makes people reverie again and again, and makes the scene reach one climax after another. The sound of cheers resounded throughout the bar, and the whistles and applause followed.

The three of Nighthawk were huddled in these black miasma, and even the military thorns, who usually loved to see beautiful women, had no interest in admiring those bewitching and seductive figures. At this moment, their hearts are occupied by Lao Zhou's mysterious but never appearing figure.

Will he come? This question bothered three people. They all wanted to meet Lao Zhou quickly and ask things clearly. But I didn't want to see him. The scene of life and death is something they don't want to express in their hearts for the rest of their lives.

"Captain, look!" Suddenly, Mengfei impatiently dragged Nighthawk to look at a corner of the bar. A man with a round hat and a picture of black sunglasses that never changed on his face was coming towards them. Seeing attracts the attention of the nighthawk. As if to greet him, he turned around and walked like a small private room behind the bar.

"It's him, it's him, go, go." Nighthawk's voice trembled a little, and the person he least wanted to see at the moment finally met, and his ambivalence was finally overtaken by endless curiosity. Drove the nighthawk to grab Lao Zhou and ask for clarification.

The small private room is in a less visited corner of the bar. It is said to be a small private room, but in fact, it is just a circle of sofas that are separated from the periphery by a curtain. Nighthawk walked through the crowd in a few steps, and quickly walked to the private room amid the protests of a cheerful crowd.

Lao Zhou was already sitting on the red sofa, and when he saw the nighthawk coming in, he immediately stood up. looked excited, as if relatives who had been absent for a long time had finally met.

"Is it really you?" Nighthawk looked at Lao Zhou a little like a world away, but then asked angrily, "Why?" Why betray us? Are we all tools in your eyes? Nighthawk instantly became extremely angry, grabbed Lao Zhou's collar, and exerted his hands and feet. Even gradually put Lao Zhou on tiptoe.

Mengfei and Junthorn wanted to come forward to persuade each other, but when they heard Nighthawk's angry question, they both stood on the ground in a daze. Yes, is Lao Zhou really just using them as tools? This frustrated thought instantly drained all of their bodies, and even taking another step forward was an incomparably extravagant.

Lao Zhou's face changed slightly, as if he had grievances to say. But he still looked firm and said slowly: "You misunderstood me, I didn't betray you, in fact, the matter is ......"

"Smack." Nighthawk suddenly felt a murderous aura approaching him at great speed. As a battle-hardened veteran, this intuition made him raise his right hand for the first time. Steadily caught a flying knife less than a centimeter away from Lao Zhou's face.

Lao Zhou looked at the flying knife that was close at hand in front of him, and was about to shoot into his face, and his whole face changed color.

Nighthawk pushed Lao Zhou away, his body slammed into force, and the flying knife flew back with greater force according to the original trajectory like a meteor. A qiē happens between the lightning and the fire, and the fast Mengfei and the military stab think that it is the cassette of the movie in the fast broadcast.

The dagger quickly sank into the curtain and vanished. Nighthawk stared closely at the curtain, not moving, only clenched fists to tell the people that the danger had not gone away!

Suddenly. The curtain was pulled up by a pale hand, and a man with a grim face appeared behind the curtain with the flying knife just now, looking at the nighthawk who was as tall as a mountain in disbelief.

"You go first!" Don't look at Lao Zhou, Nighthawk said silently.

There was no answer, no blocking, Lao Zhou was just like when he appeared. Turning a corner and disappearing.

The relatives behind the curtain frowned, and their bodies moved forward. Nighthawk was quicker and stepped forward with a single shot. Two fists harder than iron clashed with each other with the sound of the wind.

Nighthawk didn't move, but the young man took half a step back, his face flushed, and his strength was obviously a little inferior to Nighthawk.

"Who are you? Why kill him? Nighthawk asked angrily. Although Lao Zhou was very suspicious, but his words just now made Nighthawk realize that something was wrong. And Lao Zhou can come to see him alone and risk, there must be something big in the middle.

But at this moment, he was ruined by the handsome guy in front of him, and he didn't know when he would see Lao Zhou next time. And if Lao Monday leaves, he will immediately fall into danger again, how can this make Nighthawk not angry.

Ghost Hand didn't reply, just looked at Nighthawk in surprise, and said for a long time: "No one has been able to catch my flying knife yet, you are the first, very good!" As he spoke, he took out a dagger in both hands and looked at Nighthawk quietly. His body was murderous, so powerful that even Nighthawk felt cold, making him feel a threat that he had never felt before.

"It's so murderous." Nighthawk looked around and frowned. With so many people, if you start to do it, don't say how powerful this strange guy in front of you is who doesn't know the details. Even if there are so many people in the bar, spreading it will also reveal his identity. How can it end well?

Suddenly, Nighthawk picked up a beer bottle on the table, and was stunned, a little inexplicable, wondering if he would just take the beer bottle to fight himself.

But Nighthawk smiled mysteriously at the ghost hand. didn't turn his head, and the bottle in his hand smashed towards a bald head not far away who was still screaming with two beauties in his arms.

The bottle burst in response, and the blood flowed from his bald head, and he immediately shrunk into a shrimp in pain.

The ghost hand who had seen the Nighthawk moving and was about to swing the knife couldn't help but be slightly stunned, not knowing what the Nighthawk meant, but seeing the sudden staring eyes of everyone in the bar, he hurriedly put away the knife.

Nighthawk smiled and shouted at the bald head: "What are you called, you dead bald head, my eldest brother is very unhappy to see you." He said, give you a wine bottle, and next time he will draw a knife. Go home and grow your hair and come out to pick up girls, hurry up! As he spoke, he pointed at Mu Ran and stood aside, like a big brother's ghost hand.

Ghost Hand finally understood Nighthawk's thoughts, and looked back in annoyance. Nighthawk was already laughing, and retreated into the shadows with Mengfei and the military thorns.

He just wanted to chase after him, but the bald head covered with blood had already walked up angrily, and he didn't need to get closer, the ghost hand could already feel how hot the bald head was full of fire. Behind the bald head, there was also a large group of fierce gangsters with knives and sticks in their hands. It looks like it suddenly pops up from all over the bar, and it looks very abrupt!

The mountain rain is coming, the wind is full of buildings, the ghost hands have no way to retreat, and a big war is inevitably coming. Now, I can only curse the cunning of Nighthawk in my heart. The hands were clenched into fists.