Qin Mingyue immediately wanted to earn, but Huo Zuo secretly held her waist from behind, and she only moved a little and the pain went straight down her spine to the cerebral marrow. The man held a champagne glass, the cold glass pressed against her delicate face, and the other hand slipped down her arm, a tiny needle slipping out of her glove.

"I'll keep this thing for you first, good." The needle fell into Huo Zuo's pocket in the blink of an eye, Qin Mingyue turned around to grab it, but Huo Zuo grabbed her wrist again, "I said, I want you to be good." You don't want your secret identity to be exposed in front of so many people. ”

"What do you want to do?"

Huo Zuo let go of her wrist and brought her glass of champagne to her mouth: "Didn't I tell you, my brother has something to ask you." ”

Qin Mingyue stared at him with a pair of eyes, pursed her lips, and was obviously constantly thinking about when her identity as a spy was exposed to him under the silence.

Huo Zuo looked at the lipstick mark left on the glass, wiped it off with his thumb little by little, and said slowly: "It's not easy to be a celebrity lady, especially if you have to do things for the CC faction with the style of a celebrity lady." ”

"I have nothing to do with the CC faction." Qin Mingyue explained stiffly.

"You're coming back from New York, and you're going to be a colonel again. Oh, but I believe it when it comes to meritorious service. After all, the tasks have been completed well since I came back. Who will be assassinated next? President Zhang? Governor Lee? I'm a little unsure of which momentum is blowing lately. ”

Seeing that there was indeed no way to explain it, Qin Mingyue also faced it calmly and said bluntly: "Mr. Huo, if you continue to spy like this, I will report you as a suspicious person." ”

"Oh, it looks like I'm going to be the next assassin."

"What the hell do you want?"

"Nothing else. Just care about you and look at your injuries. As she spoke, her eyes sank slightly and pressed on her bulging wound, Qin Mingyue's face turned white in an instant, and cold sweat broke out instantly, and she stared at him with wide eyes. Huo Zuo's hand was released quickly, and the wine glass in her hand was about to hit the ground when it caught it, wrapping her body around her, rubbing her hair, "I've been expecting how you will retaliate, but you really surprised me by taking this step." ”

"You want to threaten me?"

"No, I encourage you. It's just that I'm very worried about your safety. Huo Zuo gently raised her injured hand and reminded softly, "Obviously, that Lu Qiaofeng is a scholar who has no power to restrain a chicken, you will be injured if you kill such a person, what will you do in the future?" I still feel sorry for you. ”

"It's disgusting that you're not there."

"I feel sorry for you now, the man who loves you doesn't dare to really love you at all. Let me guess, why did Qiu Yu bring you to the dinner when he came back last year? In the final analysis, Major Qin needs to find a foothold in high society. But will he really marry you? ”

"It doesn't make sense for me to get married."

"You've been getting one thing wrong, little sister." Huo Zuo sighed lightly, and rarely showed half of his sincerity and sighed, "Compared to you being immersed in the emotion of hating me, I still hope that you can find someone to love you." ”

Hearing this, Qin Mingyue finally showed a mockery on her face: "You villain who has killed countless people also have the face to say such things?" You killed your own father, you killed your uncle who was kind to you, anyone can talk to me about this, except you. Huo Zuo, if you want face, you should know that you are not qualified to say this. ”

"Okay, okay, I'm just going to say it, if you don't want to hear me, don't you talk about it, right?" Huo Zuo said this, but he still intercepted Qin Mingyue's hand that was deliberately reaching out to his pocket. Others seem to just think that their brother and sister are deeply affectionate, and it is rare to meet and whisper, but only the two parties know about the turbulent dark tide.

Huo Zuo let go of his hand and took a step back with the needle: "I can't let you kill people today." ”

"You're going to thwart my mission?"

"If you die now, who will kill me in the future?" Saying that, Huo Zuo deliberately let go of the hand holding the wine glass. At the moment when the glass shattered, the sound of the gun being loaded was also heard. The man turned around, showing an embarrassed expression, and waved his hand at the security guards who instantly came out and aimed at him, "I'm sorry, I accidentally dropped it." ”

The men put the gun back at the signal of the person next to them. Huo Zuo gave Qin Mingyue a look, raised his hand to twist away the broken hair scattered on her forehead, and then said, "Your original perfume smells better, but the current smell is too cold." Not for you. ”

Qin Mingyue clenched her wine glass and watched him leave, although she didn't want to admit it, but the other party's reminder did make it clear that the security of this dance was different from the past. Maybe it was the wind and rain in the city that made people panic in the past few days, or maybe it was the assassination last night that made some people take precautions today. It may be really difficult to get out of the way if you make a rash move. She swept the wound on her right hand, her eyes fell on Huo Zuo's back again, and after all, she still pursed her mouth and walked unwillingly to the side to the place where the other eldest ladies gathered.

When Huo Zuo returned to You Yiman's side, the woman had just finished talking with another boss who was doing foreign trade business, and when she saw him coming, she stopped talking and asked instead, "Have you finished talking to your little sister?" ”

"We've talked about it."

"What do you want to ask?"

"Hmm."

"She must still be wondering how you know, right?"

Huo Zuo took out a handkerchief to wipe off the lipstick marks on his thumb: "You women are indeed more troublesome than men in some aspects. The shadow left behind always lingers, which is a problem. What's more, doing such a thing as assassination is my old business, how long can she hide it from me? ”

"If you want me to say, she shouldn't learn from the Americans, she should pull down her face and learn from you."

"Learned it and killed me? I have to be so aggrieved as a master? ”

"If the apprentice defeats the master, it is called a thank shili, which means that the blue is better than the blue."

Huo Zuo raised his eyebrows and sneered: "I'm still young, and I don't want to use my funeral as an apprentice's thank you." That's too polite. ”

You Yiman has always been not afraid of making things bigger, so he hugged his arms and smiled at him: "But I'm really curious about what your real apprentice taught." Is there a chance that you guys will fight again? ”

"Shen Yigong has never been my opponent."

"Really?"

Seeing her questioning gaze, Huo Zuo said unruly: "I don't think he can beat Master." ”

You Yiman directly leaned into his ear and grinned, "But he is indeed already on the master's 'top'." ”

"I said you-"

Without waiting for Huo Zuo to finish speaking, You Yiman greeted the other person first: "Oh, Boss Qu!" Long time no see, long time no see, you haven't come to Xianli for a long time! ”

As he spoke, he dodged away from Huo Zuo's side, and did not forget to throw his eyes at him like a villain before leaving, which really made people cry and laugh.

Qin Mingyue stood among the women and looked at them from afar and laughed, her eyes were slightly downcast, and she casually laughed with her little sister, but she didn't know what she was thinking now.

Today, Shen Yigong planned to go to the factory in northern Jiangsu with Liang Qingwen to inspect the goods, but before leaving, he received a phone call asking him to go back to the "uncle's house".

The other end of the phone said: "Uncle's situation is not very good, I can't tell you the details on the phone, you better come over and talk about it." ”

Shen Yigong hung up the phone and could only entrust Liang Qingwen to go to northern Jiangsu alone, he had other things to do. Liang Qingwen didn't ask much, packed up his things and went to the train station, while Shen Yigong changed into old clothes at home and put on a melon skin hat and went out through the back door.

Since the news of the armed uprising came from Hubei in October, Shen Yigong has been worried about this day. However, first, it was difficult to clarify the direction of the current domestic situation, and second, since the "Central Plains War" was about to end, he always thought that the attack against the Workers' and Peasants' Red Army would not be so fast. Who would have thought that the Fourth Plenary Session of the Third Central Committee had only been held in Nanjing, and the mode of strangulation was started here, and all those suspected of being underground parties were killed.

The so-called "little uncle" is just a code name, most of them are left-wing writers, and they are not party members themselves, but in terms of public opinion, they stand on the side of the people at the bottom to oppose imperialism and feudalism, and often publish editorials in the "Kangming Daily" edited by Hu Xuxi. The "uncle's house" is in the public concession, facing Sichuan Road, with a grocery store as a cover. When Shen Yigong arrived, it was approaching evening, and he swept left and right vigilantly to see if there were any agents secretly peeping. Pedestrians are intertwined as usual, but he doesn't know if it's a psychological effect or what, he always feels that there is always a faint smell of gunpowder smoke floating in the air.

Since the Xu Ruonong and Guo Feng incidents last year, the people of the red team have slowly absorbed Shen Yigong as a supernumerary, and Guo Feng's matter finally came to light, and it was he who leaked the information of the previous participants. Except for Lao Lu, a member of the red team who had one-line contact with Shen Yigong, no one else knew that Shen Yigong was the murderer of Guo Feng.

Lao Lu's name must be a code name, but what his specific name is, Shen Yigong never delved into it. This old man has always given Shen Yigong only one task in the past year: concentrate on business, be patient and lurk, and wait for contact.

If it weren't for today's phone call, Shen Yigong might not have remembered this, maybe it was because he was a supernumerary, and many things the people in the red team didn't want him to do.

Standing on the side of the road to confirm that no one was following, Shen Yigong dodged into the back alley, and penetrated the back door of the small grocery store through the sheep's intestine path. As soon as he entered the door, he smelled a faint smell of blood, and his hand was secretly on the knife. knocked on the door, and an old inquiring voice came from inside: "The door is closed today, and it is not for sale." ”

He replied, "I heard that my uncle is sick, and I came to visit." ”

There was the sound of footsteps inside, and as the door creaked, Old Lu's cloudy eyes peeked through the crack in the door. His face was wrinkled like old bark.

"You're here!" He opened the door and let Shen Yigong into the house. As soon as the door opened, the smell of blood grew stronger. Entering the door was a small hall, and in addition to Lao Lu, there were two young men smoking cigarettes and sitting at the table with sad faces. There was a thick smoky gray curtain between this and the inner room, and the woman's sobbing voice came out through the curtain at this moment.

"It's ......"

Lao Lu wiped his face and walked to his side: "It's raw." ”

"Who?"

"Mrs. Lu."