At the same time, Hong Kong.

The woman is dressed in white and black pants, tall and delicate. The sleeveless shirt shows off the curvaceous forearms, and the light wheat skin looks particularly sexy in the sun. The delicate collarbone is faintly visible on the slightly open neckline, and the long silky hair is tied up high, revealing a bit of dangerous wildness in the coldness.

The appearance of such a woman on the black market is destined to attract everyone's attention in an instant.

A few men from afar began to take the obscenity in their mouths. The obscene gaze swept up and down her body, especially in the most concave and convex places, and her gaze seemed to be tightly glued to the other party.

However, the woman seemed to be unaware of this, and walked straight on her own path with a blank face, passing through the mixed crowd, her eyes so cold that it seemed to freeze the sun.

Such a woman, such an aura, a little eyesight understands, you can only watch it from a distance. Play, is because the men around him don't really put their ideas into action except for the greed in their eyes. But not everyone is so discerning.

It's not that he didn't notice that all the eyes around him were glued to him, Bingling wrinkled his eyebrows in disgust, but he didn't move. If she could, she would have gouged out those eyes one by one.

The irritability in her heart made her quicken her pace, and she only wanted to get out of here as soon as possible. Earlier today, one of her sources sent a message saying that Mo's whereabouts had been found, at a wet market on Hong Kong East Street. As long as anyone with a little common sense knows here, East Street is the territory of Hong Kong's hawksbill gang, and this vegetable market is actually one of the largest black markets in Hong Kong. The informant had made an appointment here, probably to prevent her from doing anything shady.

Black market......

Those desperate and bloody images that seemed to have no end to each other involuntarily shook in front of him, and Bingling's eyebrows tightened even tighter. It's been a long time since she remembered the days when she was a child playing black boxing in the underground black market, and now she would touch the scene in this situation, it's really not like her.

With a mocking sneer in her heart, as soon as she raised her eyes, the pink figure shook into sight.

It was a tall, thin man with chestnut hair and three gold earrings on his right ear, one of which was fastened to the ear bone, and a slight ruffian smile on his lips.

Bingling frowned slightly, looking at the exaggerated pale pink shirt and ripped jeans on the other party. This man looked to be twenty-seven or eighteen years old, younger than she expected, but the style of speaking on the Internet was slick and tricky, so sophisticated that she thought he would be an old man in his forties and fifties who had been in this business for some time.

The man had apparently seen her too, and there seemed to be a flash of surprise in his eyes. Only then did Bingling see that the other party seemed to be wearing contact lenses, and his eyes were extremely dark green.

This pompous outfit......

Suppressing the rejection in her heart, she stepped forward in no hurry, frowning with delicate eyebrows, as if she was about to say something, but who knew that the other party actually opened her mouth first: "You are the one who just wants to buy my information?" I thought ......" The man paused at this point, whistled softly a little frivolously, and smiled at Bingling with malicious intentions, but there was no trace of evil in those dark green eyes.

This man, she can't read.

This realization made Bingling, who was already a little chaotic in his heart, frown more and more, and did not go around the bend with him, and said coldly: "What about intelligence? ”

The man spread his hands and looked disapproving: "I didn't bring it with me - hey!" There's something to say! ”

It was as if a wind was coming from the air, and before he could see what was going on, his collar had already been grabbed by her—a man with a height of more than one meter and eight meters was lifted up in the air by this woman who only reached his chin-

"Cough, cough, cough, let go, let go, miss! If you have something, cough cough, you have something to say! ”

Such a man struggled in the air with his teeth and claws, and squeaked and shouted vague sentences, which made the already eye-catching Bingling suddenly become the focus of everyone.

She looked at the man who was screaming under her, the golden earrings in his ears glittering with his struggle, and it looked a little like a woman of good family who had been bullied by a hooligan.

When this somewhat brainless metaphor appeared in Bingling's mind, it calmed her down almost instantly. The next second, she let go of her hand, and her eyes were cold.

She could feel that her recent behavior was much more agitated than before. Such emotions seemed to be out of her control, especially the way the man looked at her that night, which made her feel more and more uncontrollable.

The communicator she gave him was real, and it was true that it could be connected to her computer, but that communicator was given to her by the organization to give it to someone she could trust, leaving a way out if necessary. But she is a killer, she has always been a loner, and she doesn't need anyone to trust at all. If there is dependence, it will lead to weakness in the shot, and a moment of hesitation can make people lose their lives.

She's not stupid, so she's never done much, and she's never given the communicator to anyone. Even if the man had her communicator in his hand, she didn't plan to contact him. It's like this time, she found Mo's news, but she never thought of asking the man to intervene.

It's just that she doesn't understand why she gave him that thing.

So, in the search for ink and self-loathing, even she herself obviously felt her anxiety these days, otherwise it would not have been possible to do such a striking impulsive thing in such a public eye.

He was let go by her, and hurriedly took a step back to return to a safe distance, looking at her in disbelief, dark green eyes were extremely deep, but there was an unpredictable smile.

Bingling took a deep breath and grabbed the other party, who unexpectedly didn't resist, and was still pulled by her.

The moment she grabbed the man with her hand, she realized that this man was not as slender as she thought, his arms were strong and powerful, and the hardness and feel of the muscles were obviously a bit of self-defense, but why just now-

As soon as Bingling noticed that something was wrong, she was about to ask him, but the sound of hurried footsteps in front of her interrupted her train of thought.

The crowd that was still watching before, for some reason, suddenly gathered towards her, she looked at the unkind atmosphere of the people who came, and subconsciously frowned and looked back at the man she was pulling, but saw that the other party looked leisurely, and even grinned cheaply at her eyes: "Tsk, look, just let you not be impulsive." We're all in trouble. ”

Bingling looked at him pretending to be nerve-wracking, and quietly wondered in his heart how much was true or false in his words.

This is the territory of the Hawksbill Gang, and there are outsiders who are trying to use violence on their territory, even if you don't mean to, but for them, it's a provocation. It's that unreasonable, but that's the rules of the gangsters. Coupled with the fact that these people were already ready to move, she just gave them a reason to do it. The woman you like has to get it into your own hands, which is also the rule of the gang.

The chestnut-haired young man looked at the slender woman in front of him blocking him behind him, a trace of astonishment flashed in his eyes, and he turned playful and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Bingling didn't notice the change in the man's eyes, just stared at the people who were constantly gathering in front of him, twenty, no, thirty...... At least forty people, and all with weapons.

Bingling was slightly shocked in his heart, generally speaking, the black market is a place for free trading and exchange of information, and there will be no chaos, so many people from the Hawkbeak Gang are guarding here with guns and sticks, it's really not right.

The instinct she has cultivated as a killer for many years makes her first reaction to look at the man behind her, who is really not frightened at all as she thought.

There is only one explanation for today's events.

Bingling frowned slightly, and his eyes were covered with a layer of cold frost.

"Pretty girl, the uncle has something to do with the person behind you." A fat-headed and big-eared man led by a fascinated smile came up, a pair of wolf eyes stared straight at Bingling's slightly open chest, and the smile became more and more obscene: "Pretty girl, how boring it is to follow that dry man, come to grandpa, grandpa will hurt people!" Hahaha! ”

As the man burst out laughing, the rabble behind him laughed uncontrollably.

Bingling didn't speak, just pursed her lips, her eyes as sharp as a knife.

"Yo, pretty girl, don't look at grandpa like this, when grandpa hurts you, you still want to beg grandpa, ah? Ahh

The man's voice seemed to be pinched off, and the surrounding air stopped for a moment, and the rabble only felt that the hairs on their bodies suddenly stood up for some reason, and under the bright sun, several people shivered.

Immediately afterwards, the sound seemed to be swallowed, and at the moment when the invisible hand pressed the play button, the fat-headed and big-eared man fell down instantly, with a muffled "bang", and fell straight to the ground.

The scene was too weird and too sudden, unbelievably making everyone stunned, even the man behind Bingling fell into a momentary panic, but before he could calm down, his arm was pulled again, and an unusually large force almost dragged him away.

Running quickly behind her, his long black hair flying behind him in the sun, and in a moment's trance, he suddenly discovered that some women could be so beautiful that even their backs were so charming.

He slowly shifted his obsessive gaze to the hand she had grasped tightly, narrowing his eyes slightly.

Although it was only a momentary thing, if he was not mistaken, it was her hand that cut the man's throat with unmistakable precision with her fingers.

This woman is really worthy of being trained by Joker himself, "killing the desert scorpion", seemingly small and harmless, but dormant in the dark, when people don't have time to notice, silently understand the other party's life.

Thinking of this, a little appreciation appeared in the man's eyes.

This woman was originally poisonous, and it is no wonder that she can have such a deadly and breathtaking beauty.