In the dark alleys, only a faint light shines through them. Several street women in revealing clothes teased at every man who passed by. Regardless of the disgusted expressions of the men passing by, they just desperately squeezed their huge breasts and coquettish, doing their best for their livelihood tonight.

Suddenly, a huge black figure flashed in front of them like a wind, and disappeared into the alley, carrying up its already short skirt and fluttering in the wind.

"It's the fourth! I don't know what crazy it is? A prostitute shook her chest in displeasure, and was very upset that there was no guest tonight, but that she had met these hurried-looking headless ghosts.

"Eighty percent is where is the old boy who fights and escapes for his life! Forget it, if there is no business, let's go back! The prostitute, who had apparently seen some of the world, said to her companions, and immediately drew a burst of cheers.

Deep in the alley, Matsumoto finally waited for the last black tank to appear. I couldn't help but smile.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, why did you show up?" Jamie asked unhappily.

Tank smiled: "I saw a lot of beauties just now, just take a few more looks, is it a feast for your eyes!" Whoever wants to forget jì time! ”

Looking at his ** smile, several people rolled their eyes angrily. I could only shake my head and sigh, how could I have such a lustful teammate.

"Boss, what about your ghost-like friend? He's walking behind me, he's not going to get caught, is he? The tank couldn't find the ghost hand when he looked around, so he asked with some curiosity. In fact, his image of the ghost hand is not good, he is always mysterious and mysterious, and he looks unfathomable, which makes people unhappy to watch.

"I don't like people saying bad things behind my back." The tank was startled, and the sound of the ghost hand came from behind him, almost close to his ear.

With a sharp turn, the ghost hand was almost next to his face. Startled, the tank hurriedly jumped back and shouted, "Don't bring this!" People are scary, scared to death, you know! ”

The ghost hand was noncommittal, did not speak, and stood silently to the side.

Matsumoto smiled, he was only worried about his own few sworn friends. He had never been worried about ghost hands.

"It's so dangerous today, but fortunately there are ghost hands!" Matsumoto glanced at the ghost hand gratefully: "These people are too ghostly!" We didn't offend them, and they couldn't get along with us all the time! Everyone has a common enemy, not to mention working together, and not interfering with each other, right? ”

Matsumoto didn't understand why the Huaxia people suddenly came to the door. However, he knew that it was only a matter of time before those special forces were wiped out. It's good that I ran fast today, otherwise I would have been in big trouble.

"I think the guy in the lead, the guy we're going to kill, it's a gang. At the very least, it's related. "The ghost hand never opens his mouth, and when he speaks at this moment, it attracts everyone's attention.

Matsumoto was stunned, he didn't expect this to happen. But then he shook his head, no matter what happened, Lao Zhou had to be killed. At this moment, I can only hurry up and find a place to settle down, and inform Shimada's liaison. He didn't want to lose the chance to take revenge from now on, that would be too much of a bag.

Greeting his best friend, Matsumoto and the others disappeared into the alley in the blink of an eye. Ghost Hand slowly paced under the street lamp alone, unable to see what his expression was, as if smiling rather than smiling.

"Your task is to arrest Lao Zhou, not to cause trouble for me! Who gave you permission to do it without permission, and who allowed you to arrest these people? Are you still a little disciplined? Do you still have me in your eyes? The general questioned Nighthawk rather annoyed on the other end of the phone, roaring like a storm. But when I heard it, the well-cultivated general still tried his best to restrain his feelings.

"But they're killers! Isn't it suspicious to suddenly appear to kill Lao Zhou? Nighthawk argued.

"I think you still have feelings for Lao Zhou. What's wrong with the killer, Lao Zhou has been an intelligence agent for so many years, will there be fewer enemies? Now that someone has killed him, it has done you a favor. I tell you, if you don't think it's good, then don't do it as soon as possible, I'll just change someone. ”

After hanging up the phone, Nighthawk sat down helplessly. Catch a killer and catch the wrong one? What's wrong with this world? He didn't understand why the general was so angry about this, and what he did wrong.

After being depressed for a while, he was still a little glad that at least he gave these killers a dismount and let them know about their savings. No matter where Lao Zhou is, it should be a lot safer recently.

The door was suddenly opened, Qin Tian strode in, and said with an impatient face: "There was a shootout in a private house in Tuen Mun just now, and six people died at the scene. The locals didn't see what was going on. However, the police went to the scene and took pictures of the deceased. There are two of them, who are Lao Zhou's bodyguards. This is tantamount to the news of the flat ground explosion Nighthawk immediately stood up: "What? Lao Zhou's bodyguard? What about Lao Zhou? Where did he go? "I don't know." Qin Tian also shook his head worriedly: "It seems that he should have run away!" "Who is going to kill him?" Is there another killer? Nighthawk asked nervously. It is absolutely impossible for that group of people yesterday to commit murder again, so where will they have time to go if they are too busy to take care of themselves?

"The killers are all Asian, but there is no identification, and it is impossible to identify them for the time being. But for sure, you'll have quite a few people coming to your mission at the same time. Lao Zhou, I'm afraid it's dangerous! Qin Tian couldn't help but look gloomy, worried about Lao Zhou's safety.

Nighthawk plopped back on the couch. This result was something he never expected. How many people did Lao Zhou offend, and there were so many killers when he was in trouble. A qiē overlapped in front of me like a mist, and it couldn't be dispersed.

"Is there anything we can do?" Nighthawk asked Qin Tian dejectedly, in fact, this was just self-comfort. With so many people chasing and killing, Lao Zhou may be dead now. He asked Qin Tian, a bit of a dead horse as a live horse doctor.

Qin Tian thought for a long time, and finally said reluctantly: "Yes, yes, I just don't know if people are willing to help." ”

"What's the way, who has the ability?" Nighthawk, who was already discouraged, jumped up suddenly, grabbed Qin Tian's hand and asked nervously. If there is really a way, he is willing to go to heaven and earth.

"Looking for Sister Mei! There is nothing she doesn't know about the black and white things of Port X. Everyone in the industry knows that if you want to find information, ask Sister Mei, everything is OK! Qin Tian said with a little envy.

"Then where is this Sister Mei? How can I find her? Nighthawk asked eagerly.

"Go to Portland Street, Red Fragrance House!" Qin Tian smiled slightly, and an ambiguous expression appeared on his face from time to time.

Portland Street, known locally as the sound of dogs and horses, a place of mixed fish and dragons. It is the famous red light district of Port X. How many rich sons, street gangsters and even three religions and nine wanderers linger in paradise on earth.

As long as you come here, every qiē desire you want will find the right place and the right person to satisfy you. However, only if you have money.

Although the profession of prostitute is lowly, it has not been absent anywhere since ancient times. As long as there are people, or where there are men, there will be a strong demand.

So if you want to know something, you will definitely get some clues when you come to Portland Street. Very early there was a case of prostitutes as spies. Men are sometimes much softer in bed than on Xingtai, and they can say everything if they give a little sweetness.

Sister Mei is the eldest sister in this industry, and the entire Portland Street is her territory. Regardless of whether it is a celebrity or a rich businessman, she must respect her and be Sister Mei. It is said that Sister Mei was also a beautiful woman when she was young, and she was very famous in the Portland Street area.

But she can achieve so much today because she met a noble man when she was young. This noble man eats both black and white, and everyone gives him face everywhere. It is also with the help of this noble person that Sister Mei can have today's status in Port X.

Now, Sister Mei, who has not been in the skin and meat business for a long time, has become the head of the skin and meat business, and it is difficult to see her, almost a mysterious figure who cannot see the head of the dragon. It will only appear on some important occasions.

But Nighthawk is different, he has the information given to him by Qin Tian, a top intelligence officer, and after coming to Portland Street, he went directly to the third floor of the Red Fragrance Residence, and walked straight to the door of the last room where four black-clothed bodyguards were standing.

"I'm looking for Sister Mei!" Nighthawk said straight to the point, handing the bodyguard a letter. This is a letter of introduction written by the Deputy Commissioner of the Police Department himself.

The bodyguard hesitated, but accepted the letter anyway. Squinting at Nighthawk, he turned and entered the private room behind him.

Without making Nighthawk wait long, the bodyguard quickly changed his smiling face and made a respectful gesture of please, but his body stepped aside.

It's a chic room. The screen rungs made of nanmu are in front of the door, graceful and refined. A woman in her early thirties was sitting on a mahogany chair behind the screen, smiling at the stern Nighthawk.

"Mr. Nighthawk has such a big face, even the deputy director can move out, it should be very small." Although she is no longer in the skin and meat business, Sister Mei still looks quite beautiful. The handsome face of the white snow muscles, and the jewels all over the body tell the gorgeousness of youth.

Nighthawk froze. He has seen a lot of prostitutes, but this is the first time he has seen such a beautiful and temperamental one. No wonder it can be favored by nobles, it is really a bit of a doorway.

Nighthawk laughed, and without her greeting, he sat down on the guest chair on the side. A cup of steaming fragrant tea had already been placed on the coffee table in front of him, which made Nighthawk have to sigh at the style of this dusty woman.

"Sister Mei! If you have nothing to do, you will go to the Three Treasures Palace, I will come to the door today, in fact, there are some things I want to ask you! Nighthawk didn't plan to go around the bend, so he said it bluntly.

Sister Mei smiled slightly, like a roundworm in the belly of a nighthawk, and said, "I know the purpose of your visit, and I also know what you want to ask." Nighthawk was slightly stunned, as if he was a little unconvinced: "Do you know what I'm going to ask?" "This is too godly, Nighthawk thought, he didn't say a word. Could it be that the woman in front of her can't tell her fortune?

"Of course I do! I've been in Port X for so long, and if I don't even know the question of Lao Zhou, who was attacked and killed two bodyguards in the past few days, I don't have to gain a foothold on Portland Street. Sister Mei smiled and looked at Nighthawk slyly. There is indescribable happiness in his eyes!

Nighthawk stood up suddenly, the uncontrollable doubt in his heart pounding against his body. Opened his mouth in surprise and asked, "How do you know?" Sister Mei didn't come back, and changed the topic and said, "It's okay to want to know, you just need to help me do one thing!" If you want to know anything, I'll tell you something! Sister Mei's charming eyes stared straight at Nighthawk, her eyes full of deep meaning, waiting for Nighthawk's answer.