It is said that there are three holes of cunning rabbits, but for a master like Tan Chong, how can there be more than three holes?

I saw him jump from the air-conditioner of a house, disappear into another rooftop in the blink of an eye, and hurried through the long alley, knocking three times in front of an inconspicuous iron door, anxiously waiting, but fortunately someone opened the door in a few seconds.

Tan Chong flashed in, it was a single man in long pajamas, looked at him indifferently, and then lay back on the bed and continued to watch the live broadcast, as if it was just air that came in.

This is one of the escape methods that have been contacted before, and every month Tan Chong's subordinates will give such people a sum of money, and tell them that whenever the code is right, they must open the door immediately, and don't ask too much about other things.

Tan Chong tidied up a little in the bathroom, and with the help of the kit he got halfway, he trimmed his face.

After a while, changing into the clothes prepared in advance, Tan Chong completely became a different person.

He swaggered out of the main entrance of the house, made a slight direction in the hallway, and walked down the stairs with a relaxed and complacent expression.

It was only at this moment that Tan Chong felt a little more down-to-earth in his heart.

Concealing his whereabouts and disguise has always been his stunt, Tan Chong has absolute confidence, even if the mysterious boss sees him again at this time, he will never recognize him.

Even said, I couldn't imagine that Tan Chong would be what he is now.

The original Tan Chong was 1.73 meters tall, neither tall nor short, and he was a particularly suitable figure.

If it is too tall, it is easy to attract attention in the crowd, and it is not conducive to concealment, and it is not as agile as a thin person in action, and it is especially easy to suffer.

If it's too short, the force value will drop, and some jobs will not be done.

But now Tan Chong, the overall height has been raised by ten centimeters, and the skeleton has also been expanded, which looks powerful and powerful, and he is completely like two people just now.

Tan Chong was back on the street, and it was close to twelve o'clock.

However, for Shudu, at twelve o'clock, the nightlife has just begun.

The streets are still bustling with people, taxis with lights on, wandering the streets.

In late spring and March, the climate is pleasant, neither hot nor cool, the night market stalls are lively, beer and barbecue skewers are symphonic, everyone is addicted to the Bashi environment, and no one pays attention to where this big man who is more than 1.8 meters tall is going.

Tan Chong was a little sure in his heart, since he had already arrived in a crowded place, he thought that the trackers behind him would be a little jealous.

In their line of work, they have always been unable to see the light of day, nor are they willing to see the light, so as not to cause more causal trouble.

But it's okay to always stay in the crowd, the excitement will always disperse, and people will always return home, but where is Tan Chong going back, and where is his home?

Tan Chong, who has always had a strong sense of direction, a clean and neat style of action, and was unswerving, was a little confused at this time.

Tan Chong's heart sank, he knew what this weakness represented, which meant that he was really old, so he would have this kind of emotion that he shouldn't have.

Maybe next, he should really wash his hands, retire to the rivers and lakes, find a remote place off the beaten track, and live a life away from the world.

Otherwise, such weakness will be infinitely magnified when he performs his tasks.

His solid state of mind will also be shattered like a mirror because of such an emotion.

"Bang!"

Just as he was thinking of the mirror, the glass window of the shopping mall that Tan Chong passed by on his left side burst open with a bang!

That hand, the one that made Tan Chong feel the breath of death half a quarter of an hour ago, as if his throat was choked, and the ruthless iron hand that was difficult to breathe appeared again!

At lightning speed, he grabbed Tan Chong's collar and dragged him into the mall that had closed!

As if it was lightning and fire, Tan Chong felt that his body was spinning rapidly, like a windmill, and his head and feet fell off one by one.

Boom!

With a muffled sound, Tan Chong felt that he was in close contact with the floor, and a sharp pain began to spread from his back to his whole body.

If he didn't feel wrong, his spine had already been injured in the collision!

And he hasn't even seen the faces of the people who hurt him!

Fast, too fast, all this happened as fast as lightning, and the thoughts in my mind were already scattered by the swift movements of the wind before they were born.

Who the hell is this person!

can see through his disguise, and deal with him with such a violent and unscrupulous method of onlookers......

Who the hell is this style, such a fierce man!?

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Zhou Fan grabbed one of the legs of the man in black, as if he was holding a mop, and walked in the quiet shopping mall.

Although it is closed at this time, the mall still retains a minimum of lights to provide some light.

But in this way, the scene is even more terrifying.

In a dimly lit environment, a man, dragging another person's feet, walked forward in silence.

It's as if a ruthless murderer destroys the corpse after killing it.

Zhou Fan is not a murderer, Tan Chong is not a corpse at this time, he is still alive.

But he didn't dare to move, struggle, or make any moves that would anger Zhou Fan.

He knew very well that if he struggled hard at this time, Zhou Fan would never be so easy to drag him up.

He knows better that if he shows an uncooperative attitude, he will be knocked unconscious or even killed in the next second.

Rather than this, it is better to be quiet, wait for the opportunity to move, and look for a chance to escape later.

He still has a lot of things hidden on his body, but he needs space to do it.

It wasn't until he walked into the bathroom that Zhou Fan closed the door and said coldly, "Take off your clothes." ”

Tan Chong was shocked, and then he was happy.

Undressed, apparently worried about hiding something on his body.

But let him take it off by himself, wouldn't it give him a chance to do it?

Tan Chong carefully hid this trace of joy in the deepest part of his heart, endured the huge pain like tearing, starting from his coat and slowly unzipping it.

At the same time, Tan Chong used his afterglow to observe the man standing in front of him.

Listen to the voice, not very old, but disguise is not excluded.

Mixing in the rivers and lakes, who doesn't have a few vests?

It's quite tall, but it's not bulging and swollen like the big muscles, and it looks quite thin.

There is a feeling of being a humble scholar and falling down when you touch it.

But Tan Chong, who has personally experienced the huge power contained in this man's body, knows very well in his heart that these are all disguises and fakes!

Weak? Knock it down at the touch of it?

That colossal force can almost uproot the weeping willows, okay?

Taking off his coat and pressing the blade hidden in the inner lining to his palm, Tan Chong slowly untied the belt.

In the process, the man he regarded as his great enemy just looked at him casually, his body was loose and weak, and his whole body was full of weaknesses.

It was as if he was deliberately luring him to attack.

But Tan Chong didn't dare.

The more flaws, the more false the proof.

How could someone like them not be on guard at all times, and how could he let a killer like him, who is famous on the dark web, not ask?

knew in his heart that Zhou Fan was deliberately showing weakness, but Tan Chong was not fooled at all.

He honestly unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants.

It was a tough one for him.

With that flick just now, he slammed him to the ground, which weighed more than 130 pounds, and the momentum was difficult to calculate, but the impact force generated had knocked his bones out of cracks, and his muscles were swollen.

Now to grit your teeth and take off your pants despite the pain, it is tantamount to torture.

As he dragged down slowly, about to reveal the bottle containing the drug powder hidden in the hem of his trousers,

Zhou Fan spoke again.