Shen Sanwan was wearing a thick blue woolen jacket that covered the area above his eyes with a spacious placket, and he carried a cylindrical dark green satchel the size of a baseball bag on his shoulder, pretending to be a lost stranger mixed in with the crowd, and his thin figure was not noticeable at all. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It wasn't until he entered a sparsely populated supermarket on the side of the road that he dared to lift his coat and hood to let his face breathe.

In fact, there is no need to dress up so exaggeratedly, although this is the territory of the mercenary group, but who can search for the hiding place of himself and others?

He laughed self-deprecatingly, always feeling that Yao Yiyao, who let him dress up like this, was too cautious, the mercenary group was not a government after all, and its efficiency in finding people was far less rigorous than that of the police system.

He began to pick out some everyday items to put in his satchel, including some instant noodles and snacks, as well as a few boxes of Yuxi brand cigarettes, which had suffocated him after not smoking for a few days.

It's a pity that there are no Liqun shops here to sell ...... He thought to himself with some regret.

Out of the store, he picked up a cigarette and spit a smoke ring into the sky while thinking about his next plan. He had already called several elders in the family before, and the bodyguards at home would arrive in Yunchuan in a few days. Although the strength of these personal bodyguards and mercenary groups is unknown, it should be no problem to escort a few people to escape. If this time the matter really evolved to a life-threatening moment, he could only ignore Yao Yiyao's so-called integral luck and forcibly pick up Shi Qinghuai and the others.

"Hopefully in time." Spit out the last half of his cigarette, put it out with his foot raised, and strode in the direction of the hotel.

Behind him, several sneaky figures followed.

"Are you sure?"

The speaker was a flat-headed man, sitting behind a desk, wearing a small plaid shirt with the top half of the placket deliberately open to reveal a firm tan. Behind him, stood two strong men in black and sunglasses and submachine guns, their cool looks comparable to the most exaggerated underworld movie images.

In front of the flat-headed man, there stood a one-eyed man who was blinded by Shi Qinghuai.

"Brother Feng, the intelligence is confirmed." The bald man wearing a one-eyed patch was indignantly slapped an identity spare piece on the table, and the front was a black-and-white photo of Shen Sanwan. He gritted his teeth and said, "Old man Bao has already recruited all of them, and the reason why he stayed in the tea house that day was because he had an appointment with this Shen family son, and the stinky boy who blinded my eyes and this Shen son were at least friends, because that business was a line drawn by the young master of the Shen family." ”

"After all, the Shen family is a big chaebol in the inland, this matter is a little difficult to handle......" The flat-headed man Feng Zheng smiled slightly, and pushed the teacup on the table forward without hurry, "Brother Liu, take a sip of tea first, and let's talk slowly." ”

"It's still a slow fart......" The bald man almost had a seizure on the spot, in view of Feng Zheng's not low status in the organization, he swallowed the second half of the sentence stiffly, but his long face turned red, "At least five team members saw the race boss chase this group away that day, and I am ninety percent sure that the race boss died at the hands of these little calves!" ”

Feng Zheng quietly listened to the news of the man at the juncture, and supported his chin with his hand and was noncommittal. As a trialist who was just getting started, he knew the identity of the Race Boss Trialist, so he thought more and more deeply than the bald man.

The opponent can kill the middle level of the race boss, but he may not be able to kill him, the primary trialist!

Thinking of the recovered corpse of the race boss, the terrifying blood hole in his neck, and the broken internal organs in his body, Feng Zheng felt a faint chill in his heart. Fortunately, he is quite confident in his ability, compared to the "Eye of the Dead" of the "III" level of the Boss Sai, his "Spatial Dislocation" is a powerful ability of the "V" level, which is two levels higher than the "Pupil of the Dead", and if used well, he can even kill a level higher than himself Trialists.

"Didn't you send someone to follow you, how is the situation now?" After thinking about it again and again, he still planned to try it first, and if he really encountered an invincible opponent, it would not be too late to run away when the time came. His "spatial dislocation" is good at escaping, and idlers can't keep him at all.

"Those damn imps are hiding in a nearby inn right now." The bald man came with obvious preparation, and he took out a stack of white papers, which was full of the identity information of the hotel staff and overnight guests, "This is temporary information from the base, I can only recognize the little rabbit cub who poked me in the eye for the time being." He stretched out his hand and pointed to the bottom of the information, where the black and white photo was printed on Shi Qinghuai's face!

If Shen Sanwan was here, he would have to sigh that his thinking had fallen into a misunderstanding, who said that the efficiency of the mercenary organization was not as fast as that of the government? A few of them have only been staying in the hotel for more than a day, and the identity information is placed on the table of the mercenary group boss here, and this kind of intelligence collection efficiency can only be described by the word "horror"!

"Has the background of the hotel been clarified?" Feng Zheng asked while flipping through the information.

"No problem, that boss has something to do with this side of the road, but the gang force he relies on has been divided by several mercenary groups, and we are now burning down his hotel, and he doesn't dare to say a word." The bald man laughed, his arrogance overflowing.

Feng Zheng nodded, and he was about to reply, when the hand flipping through the information suddenly stopped.

As far as his eyes could see, Mao Yulan's identity information was sprinkled on most of the paper, among which the four big characters of "Tongji Group" were extremely eye-catching.

"The helmsman of the Southern Regions of the Tongji Mercenary Regiment?" Feng Zheng was taken aback, he never expected that such a number one person would be accommodated in the target hotel!

In terms of armed strength, Skylark and Tongji are probably on par, but the identity of the other party is obviously higher than that of a middle-level disciple like him, Feng Zheng. Just by virtue of the identity of "helmsman", even if his Feng Zheng's top boss came, he had to be respectful to this Mao Yulan and did not dare to slack off in the slightest.

Such a young and beautiful woman actually became the top figure of a mercenary group?

Feng Zheng subconsciously wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, he looked up at the bald man, and asked tentatively, "Have you read this information?" ”

"Probably flipped." The bald man rubbed his head with his hand in confusion, "What, do you still have to read all the information of these ordinary tourists?" ”

Sure enough, Feng Zheng felt a chill in his heart, this simple-minded fool actually just rummaged through the information in his hand, and hurriedly sent someone to follow the enemy!

"What about the people you sent to follow? Hurry up and notify them to come back, and don't expose our traces of the neighborhood just yet! "Feng Zheng is in a hurry.

Before the bald man could reply, one of his mercenaries stumbled in.

"Something's wrong......" he shouted in near-collapse, apparently running as hard as he could.

The bald man recognized him as one of the three people he had sent to follow Shen Sanwan, he grabbed the other party's collar and said angrily, "What about the other two? ”

"I ...... I...... We ......" The mercenary was so frightened that he couldn't finish his words.

Feng Zheng's face was extremely gloomy, and it seemed that it was too late......