The dagger against the cold light was pressed against the back of the slender man's neck.

"Somebody, stalking me"

Lin Jiawen's cold voice sounded, and the man in the coffee-colored windbreaker was stunned for a moment.

"It turns out that you are not Qingyan."

Lin Jiawen's eyelids jumped, this person knew Ye Qingyan, and it was unclear whether he was an enemy or a friend.

He pulled out his pistol from the waist of the man in the coffee-colored trench coat, and asked knowingly, "Who is Qingyan?"

"You don't know, forget it, I recognized the wrong person, and the gun will be sent to you"

The man in the coffee-colored trench coat grabbed Lin Jiawen's wrist with his backhand, and his dagger fell to the ground.

Lin Jiawen scolded, this person looks thin and tall, powerful, and has a lot of strength, and at first glance he is a professionally trained person.

"It's not that easy to leave"

Lin Jiawen is good at martial arts, watching the coffee-colored windbreaker man turn around, catch up with him in two steps, and kick behind the windbreaker man.

After landing on the ground, he knelt behind him on one knee, raised his hand and felt the handcuffs from his waist and cuffed the right wrist of the man in the trench coat.

"You also use handcuffs, I don't have time to entangle with you now, I'm going to save people."

Saving people Lin Jiawen frowned, could it be the clear words he just said.

At this second when he was distracted.

The man in the coffee-colored trench coat pressed him to the ground and pressed him down with a flip,

"Handcuff me and you together, I can completely cut off your hands"

At this time, the side face of the man in the coffee-colored windbreaker emerged from the darkness, and it turned out to be cold and cold.

He picked up the dagger on the ground and put it on Lin Jiawen's wrist.

"You say, do I start with the wrist, or do I cut off your entire arm."

Leng Yihan looked at the boy's white arm, always thinking of Ye Qingyan.

For a moment, he was in a trance, and he always felt that the tall boy in front of him was also dressed as a man.

The light of the dagger flashed, and Lin Jiawen didn't feel the pain in his wrist, because Leng Yihan just used the dagger to pry open the handcuffs.

Lin Jiawen's thin lips were slightly hooked, and the tall and thin man drove away in his Humvee, but with Lin Jiawen's tracker on it.

Lin Jiawen leaned against the Land Rover and lit a cigarette.

He had just deliberately let the man in the trench coat push him so that he could have a chance to put a tracker on him.

Moreover, he was sure that the man would not harm him, because if he wanted to kill him, he would have launched a deadly attack on him the moment he was pressed behind the car door, instead of turning away.

Lin Jiawen took out his mobile phone, looked at the flashing red dots on the map, and jumped into the Land Rover that drove into the tree pit.

He raised his hand, flicked the cigarette butt out of the window, and tightened his grip on the Land Rover's gear lever.

The throttle cooperated with the brakes, and the Land Rover was driven out of the tree pit.

Then, chased towards the location of the coffee-colored trench coat man on the phone just now.

Ye Qingyan wanted to call Li Shaoze, but found that the mobile phone had fallen under his feet, and it had been turned off without power.

There was a fishy acuity in her mouth, and she bit her lips because of the discomfort in her heart.

She looked out the window, at the familiar courtyard wall.

How did you come to the Secret Service Academy, isn't this the courtyard wall of the Academy?

The inner torture and evil fire made Ye Qingyan's nails buckle into the leather cushion of the car seat.

She was now eager to jump into the icy water and calm herself.

Some of the deformed doors were opened, and the slender hand that had been holding Ye Qingyan's wrist.

"Qingyan, I'm sorry, I'm late."

This voice reminded Ye Qingyan of a person, Wang Ying 166 Reading Network