Ye Qingyan, wake up, you are the evil emperor, you are an agent, you have no feelings, no family affection, you live for honor and justice.

She looked at her right hand, which was like a dumpling, and removed the coiled gauze.

There was a wide wound on the palm of his hand, and the dark red blood scab had not yet receded.

Do you still need to wrap this little wound like this?

What a hypocrisy!

The gauze was thrown into the trash, and Ye Qingyan walked towards the parking lot.

The phone, whose screen was shattered, was left in place.

Taking advantage of the moonlight, she decided to go to the contact location that Dewey had agreed to contact to see if he had the blue thread-bound book in his hands or found evidence that the director of the Secret Service was a ghost.

Ye Qingyan came to the parking lot, pulled open a car with an unlocked door, and sat in the driver's seat.

She used the tools on the car to pry open the lid under the steering wheel, pulled out two wires, touched them twice, sparked, and started the car.

With the roar of the engine, Ye Qingyan waved the steering wheel and drove in the direction of the school gate.

The doorman stopped her.

"Young Marshal Li in front asked me to follow his car!"

The doorman knew that Young Marshal Li had indeed driven away just now, so he let Ye Qingyan out of the school gate.

The school is still some distance from Xicheng District, and she props her hand on the car door and props her chin up.

Looking at the dark road ahead, he sneered.

Who Li Shaoze sleeps with doesn't care about her, even if he sleeps with all the women in the imperial capital, as long as he has that ability.

What she has to do now is to use him, to use the opportunity to be close to him, to achieve her goals.

In this life, she wants to be the most powerful agent and the most powerful person in the entire imperial capital, and even the whole Tianhua Kingdom.

Everything else is a puffy cloud.

The night in the slum contrasts with the noise of the day.

Ye Qingyan turned off the headlights and slowly came to the newspaper box at No. 2046 in the slum of Xicheng District, where she and Di Wei agreed to contact her.

She stepped out of the car and saw a warm light coming through every window.

The houses here, although crowded, are not as comfortable as those mansions in the city, but they are still very warm and still feel like home.

Ye Qingyan gently stroked the letter slot of the No. 2046 newspaper box with his hand.

Devie has been here.

She excitedly opened the newspaper box, and instead of a blue thread-bound book, she saw a letter and a cyan dagger.

It seems that Devie didn't get the book.

Ye Qingyan sighed, looked up at the clear night sky, and then opened the letter by the moonlight.

Devie is an agent, the contents of the letters are printed, and he does not shed his own handwriting.

[Brother Ye, I'm really sorry, the book is not in the Li Mansion, I have a new mission to leave, this cyan dagger is called the Blue Frost Blade, made of polymer composite materials, which cannot be detected by the metal detector, and is specially given to Brother Ye. There will be a period later! 】

Ye Qingyan pulled out the dagger, and the blade of the dagger glowed with cyan light.

"Dewey, I'm sorry, it's dangerous not to tell you directly about the director of the secret service, I hope you have your own natural appearance, take care!"

She slung the dagger to her waist, took out a lighter, and burned Devie's letter.

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【Royal Filip Hotel】

It was late at night, and there was no one in the hotel lobby except the staff, so no one noticed the black figure leaving the hall.

Li Shaoze looked tired and opened the door of the Humvee.

Because the military shirt was black, you couldn't see the blood stains that had been sprinkled on it.

Just now, he snatched the female student back from the hands of more than a dozen members of the Dark Left.