Fan Xian didn't know where the picketers' power was currently hidden, and even the people of the Lunatic Worship Sect could be sure that the places where pickets often appeared were the four ancient capitals of Chang'an, Yanjing, Luoyang and Jingling, so Fan Xian would pay more attention to it, just in case.

Fan Xian didn't plan to sit still, now even Liu Bowen's whereabouts can be tracked by the pickets, and ambush and snipe, Liu Bowen and others can't find the picket's power in Jingling, it doesn't mean that Fan Xian has no choice.

"This is it!"

Fan Xian looked at the reverse time mirror under a residential building in an urban village not far from where he rented a house, after Liu Bowen's figure appeared from the alley, he suddenly paused, and then dodged and hid behind a pillar, and a dust flower the size of a bowl suddenly exploded on the ground where Liu Bowen was standing.

Sniper bullets hit the ground!

Fan Xian frowned, paused the picture, and then followed the trajectory backtrack.

The picture of the reverse mirror flew backwards with the bullet like slow motion, and landed on the corner of the roof of an eight-story residential building fifty meters away, a lean man wearing a dark gray trench coat and a faint beard on his face lay motionless in the shadows, like a dead man, his breath and the roof seemed to merge into one, and there was an open cello box next to him.

In just one minute, the man fired four shots.

After the last shot was fired, a trace of surprise obviously flashed on his face, and then he saw him quickly pack up his things, walked down the stairs quickly, and came to the location where Liu Bowen was just now, and when he saw that the ground was empty, only a little bloodstained, he was stunned for a moment, and a few fluctuations in his eyes flowed, and then he raised his feet gloomily and left.

This is the second time Fan Xian has used the anti-time mirror to check, and it is also the first time to see what is the real anti-reconnaissance consciousness, compared to Jiang Nuo's somewhat deliberate actions at the beginning, this gray-clothed man seems to instinctively avoid surveillance one by one, walking through the streets, and even entering a bar and coming out of the back door, if it weren't for the anti-time mirror, Fan Xian is almost certain that the man can be completely undetected.

"The Hidden Garden?"

Seeing that the man finally stepped into this hotel in the old city of Jingling, came to the 22nd floor and entered a room, Fan Xian's brows furrowed even tighter.

This hotel is the property of Yan Feng, the number one person in the underground of Jingling, and this Yan Feng is a deacon of the Lunatic Worship Sect.

The sniper who ambushed the left protector of the Lunatic Cult, Liu Bowen, actually lived in the hotel of the Lunatic Deacon?

Fan Xian dialed Liu Bowen's phone.

"Mr. Xian!" Liu Bowen's voice on the other end of the phone was very flat, and he didn't seem surprised by Fan Xian's abrupt call.

"Are you with all the Lunatic Cultists in Jingling now?"

"Yan Feng didn't come!" Liu Bowen paused, as if he sensed something: "Is there a traitor?"

"Not sure!" Fan Xian said in a deep voice: "I'm going to the Hidden Garden now, and you guys will come to Room 2202 on the 22nd floor of the Hidden Garden immediately!"

"Good!"

After hanging up the phone, Fan Xian exchanged a few things in the system mall, walked upstairs and glanced at Sun Shangxiang, who was obviously asleep, then tiptoed out of the door, and after going downstairs, he took a taxi and went straight to the hidden garden.

After Liu Bowen hung up the phone, he glanced at the dozen or so people present with an expressionless face, and said lightly: "Let's go, Hidden Garden!"

Everyone was a little confused, and almost at the same time was stunned.

Hidden Garden, Room 2202.

Wanyue took a shower, changed into a set of civilian clothes, half lay on the bed, holding a well-known Jingling cigarette supreme Jingling in his mouth, and made a call to the main station to call someone to send a bottle of XO.

Although this movie called "Full-time Killer" is crazy and dazzling, it did not attract the attention of Wanyue, although his face is still a little playful, but in his heart is a little angry about today's lost shots.

For the first time in five years, someone had run away from his gun, which made him both interested in the target and feeling faceless.

The vigilance of the target is too amazing, and he can actually dodge a fatal shot in a state of full breath, or even slip away quietly, which is completely unbearable for him, who is proud of the unity of the gun and the gun.

"Knock knock!"

At the same time as the knock on the door, Wanyue frowned, sat up subconsciously, and only then did her eyes fall on the door, and she heard an unfamiliar voice from outside the door: "Is Mr. Xu there?"

Wanyue quietly came to the door, and saw through the cat's eyes a young man who looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old was standing at the door with a smile, and he was a little puzzled, in his impression, there was no such person in the hotel!

However, the young man had a staff badge pinned to his chest, although he couldn't read the words on it clearly, and he was not wearing a suit or professional uniform, but he was holding a plate in his hand, on which was a bottle of XO that he had ordered five minutes ago, and Xu Jingteng was the name he left when he checked in.

"I'm here to deliver wine!" the man outside the door still smiled.

It's a professional smile, and there's nothing unusual about it, not like it's hiding something.

"Come in. Wanyue opened the door, walked to the sofa, picked up the trench coat and said, "Just put things on the table!"

When he turned around with a hundred yuan and was about to hand it to the waiter, he found that the door closed automatically with a "bang", and the young waiter was looking him up and down, so his face was a little gloomy: "Is there anything else?"

The young man glanced at the cello case he had placed on the bed, and then smiled: "It's nothing special, it's just that there are a few questions I want to ask Mr. Xu!"

Wanyue looked at the young man in front of her with a strange face, and a trace of displeasure flashed on her face: "What's the matter?"

This young man gave him a very peculiar feeling, obviously not like a skilled practitioner, but he walked steadily and smiled peacefully, but it made him feel a trace of jealousy in his heart for no reason.

"Do you have anything to do with Yan Feng?"

"Yan Feng?" Wanyue was stunned, her body turned around, forming a figure that could instantly take out a weapon under the pillow, and said with a sneer: "It seems that you shouldn't be an ordinary waiter, right?"

"The wine was brought to you by the way!" the young man smiled meaningfully, "In my opinion, Mr. Xu is not an ordinary resident, is he?"

"Oh?" the corners of Wanyue's mouth lifted, and she looked at the young man in front of her with interest: "How can you see it?"

"Walking through the streets with a sniper in China, it can't be a cellist, right?"