"A few of my friends and I like to be quiet, you know?" Ye Qingyan pushed the dollar in front of the owner of the Internet café.

"Eun." The boss nodded vigorously.

Ye Qingyan looked around the inside of the Internet café, where more than a dozen local black young people were playing games.

There is also an obscene-looking one, hiding in the corner, with a thief's eyebrows and rat eyes, and at first glance, he is peeking at the video of the island.

Waiting for Fang Zhunan to take Wang Ying and Wei Keqin to the Internet café, he saw the handsome Ye Qingyan, who was leaning next to the bar counter, with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Damn, Qingyan, you actually smoke!"

Ye Qingyan saw that Fang Zhunan was coming, and quickly extinguished the smoke.

She was really afraid, she was really afraid of Fang Zhunan's big mouth, one day in front of Li Shaoze broke the news that she was smoking, and the black-bellied man didn't know how to clean her up.

Thinking of this question, Ye Qingyan suddenly had a wit, why should she be afraid of that black-bellied man.

She is obviously an evil emperor who is not afraid of heaven and earth, and is the only one.

What if he knew?

Can you still eat her?

Ahem, the food she said in her heart is the eating of food, not the eating.

I'm annoyed, and the more I think about it, the more messy it becomes, and the more black it becomes.

So she hurried to the other side of the stairs, "Go, go upstairs!" ”

Fang Zhunan followed Ye Qingyan closely, chasing after him.

"Hey, Qingyan, when did you learn to smoke ......?"

The sensible Wang Ying grabbed her, "Shh, the people here are complicated, be careful and have ears, and it's better to speak cautiously." ”

As soon as he went up to the second floor, Fang Zhunan looked at the luxurious sofa box and immediately lay down.

But Ye Qingyan grabbed the collar and lifted it out, "Staircase, take the wind!" ”

Fang Zhunan looked unhappy, and Wang Ying pulled her to the staircase.

Wei Keqin was not very familiar with Ye Qingyan, and the sensible Ye was also standing at the top of the stairs.

"Wei Keqin, guard the windows." Ye Qingyan threw the pistol he had just snatched from the instructor to Wei Keqin.

After arranging everything, Ye Qingyan sat in front of a computer numbered 211.

The third round of trial missions is to find the Hell (Hell) private prison in the high seas of the Atlantic Ocean and rescue the agent codenamed Dirty Flower.

Before searching for this information, Ye Qingyan had already thought of a clever plan.

Private prisons are extremely heavily defended, and it is impossible to attack them from the outside, so they must be outwitted.

So, she had to create a mysterious figure, give the prison a sum of money, and put more than fifty of their cadets in prison.

Then look for the agent Dirty Flower in the prison, and then find a way to escape from the prison to rescue the agent and bring him back to the imperial capital, and the mission is completed.

Mystery characters are created simply, and a fictitious identity information will do.

As for this large sum of money, the corners of Ye Qingyan's lips hooked, and she thought of a person, who was very rich, and he was willing to pay this money.

She turned her head to look out the window, it should be night in the imperial capital now.

"Brother, I haven't seen you for a long time, I have prepared a big gift for you."

Ye Qingyan smiled evilly, and his hands began to dance wildly on the keyboard.

She used another way of writing viral code to send a video of Hades cutting off her head.

At the staircase, Fang Zhunan stood impatiently against the wall.

She saw the light of the computer screen shining on Ye Qingyan's face, which looked a little cold, making her unconsciously feel a chill on her back.

What was Ye Qingyan doing, Fang Zhunan vaguely felt that her expression was a little ...... Evil, no, wild, no, she is not good at language, and she can't think of any words to describe it for a while.

I just think, is this still the Ye Qingyan she knows?

What the hell is she doing now?