Chapter 212 Gu Junmo is the one who is jealous

The eye-catching pale pink shirt is quite elegant and ruffian when worn on men. The chestnut is medium-length and long, and the exquisite earrings around the ears are as eye-catching as the dark ink eyes.

Gu Junmo looked at the man in front of him and frowned slightly. However, before he could speak, the ice around him moved faster than him, and before anyone could react, there was a muffled sound. The tall man had been pushed to the wall less than one meter away from him, and his sharp eyes looked at him coldly.

"Where did you go just now?" Bing Ling said word by word, and his tone was unconcealed murderous.

If it hadn't been for Gu Junmo, she would have been in a lot of trouble dealing with the people of the Eagle Mouth Gang. However, all the reasons are attributed to this man - this man has a problem!

The force stuck in his throat made the man understand that the woman in front of him did not leave any affection. He couldn't help hooking his lips, as if he were smiling bitterly: "You, like this, I can't speak."

The frost-covered eyes grasped the man tightly for a long time. Finally, she let go of him, but the anger in her eyes did not disappear: "Try the truth, or I will cut your throat now."

"Cough," he cleared his throat with some embarrassment, and his expression seemed to be a little embarrassed: "I'm just an intelligence seller. How do I know what their group of people are looking for me?" Looking at Bingling's obviously disbelieving eyes, the man quickly added, "As long as the price is reasonable, you can't buy it without intelligence. We intelligence dealers are also risking our lives to live hard every day, okay? Anyway, they are all hated. Naturally, as long as we give money, we dare to give everything.

Bing Ling looked at the man's appearance and squeezed her lips. I don't know if she believed it or not. He thought about her thoughts without trace, but the next second, he saw the other party raise his hand. He immediately noticed that it was not good, but he had no time to stop it. He only felt a sharp pain in his neck and something sharpness pierced it.

"MP47, a virus that can kill you." Her cold voice did not have a trace of emotion, but she heard a layer of pimples on Gu Junmo's skin and her heart was shocked - he only knew that this woman was fierce, but he felt that it was because her profession did not allow her to be soft-hearted, and a thousandth of hesitation would be killed. So he told himself that although she was fierce, she was at least honest.

He never thought that she would do such a despicable thing, although he knew in his heart that the education of the dark world made such things only the smallest pediatric means for the woman in front of him.

Bingling seemed to notice the sight of the people behind her staring at her, and there was a dark light flashing in her eyes, but she still injected and pulled out the needle neatly.

"Now be honest."

"Strange, how do you know I'm telling the truth?" Unexpectedly, the man in front of her seemed to be not afraid at all and still smiled cheaply. The strange feeling in her heart suddenly made her frown slightly.

"Judgment is my business."

The man raised his eyebrows slightly, "So confident? I'm super self-injud with my lying skills. When he said this, his eyebrows flew, and his expression could even be said to be a little proud. His relaxed appearance was not like a person who was threatened by the virus.

"You're right, I'm not just selling intelligence. These days, information is the most valuable, but also the most difficult to deal with. If you want to live, you need to have a sideline, so that you can live a good life selling intelligence.

"What is your sideline?" Why do you feel that listening to this man is really an incomprehensible weirdo like how much he likes to be an intelligence dealer?

When the young man heard the words, he deliberately paused as if he wanted to sank his appetite. It was not until he saw the woman's eyes sink in front of him that he quickly said, "You know, Hong Kong has never been very peaceful. In the southeast and northwest, the blocks in four directions are controlled by the four gangs. Now the power of the two streets in the north and south has declined. The main fights took place between the Eagle Mouth Gang on East Street and the Black Flag Club on West Street. The strength is balanced, so that the Hong Kong police still can't catch the boss of the gangs on both sides by a series of means such as spies for a long time. It is a gesture to become a wait-and-see treatment. It seems that as long as it does not cause civilian casualties, the police basically turn a blind eye.

"So what?" What she wants is not the information she has known for a long time. What she needs to know is whether this man can trust and whether she can grasp Mo's whereabouts through him.

"So," the man deliberately lengthen the ending and smiled mysteriously: "So there are people like me who do a little business while the clams on both sides compete with each other. Of course, selling intelligence is my pleasure, and the sideline is more boring than this--" After saying that, the man narrowed slightly, and the smile in his dark green eyes looked different.

He leaned over and put his lips close to her ear, almost clinging to the beautiful auricle in front of him.

"Actually, I have some resources. I can buy some sticks, knives... pistols and so on."

His voice was very soft, but the content made Bingling shocked and frowned fiercely: "Are you smuggling arms?"

"Shh, don't be so rude." The man smiled particularly brightly and disagreed: "I think this is called judging the situation and following what you need. Anyway, if I don't sell it, someone else will sell it. He didn't care, and made Bingling frown slightly. He only felt that he didn't agree, but he couldn't refute the other party for a moment.

Therefore, she was a little frozen there, but she didn't know that she was quite ambiguous with the other party at this moment. He was so close to her that he almost kissed her, his nose sprayed in her auricle, and their bodies were together.

It was until a force from her elbow pulled her away, and Bing Ling suddenly came to her senses, and then she saw the ugly face of the man behind her. She couldn't help restraining her eyes slightly and turned away from the two seemingly angry eyes - she knew that he would not agree with her, but this was the rule of the dark world, and she had no other choice. And if Gu Jun hadn't pulled her away inexplicably, she wouldn't have believed it. When was this man so close to her? She has her own instinct as a killer, and she will be more alert to strangers than ordinary people, but this man actually makes her accept contact in an unsafe range without rejection?

Gu Junmo looked at her without saying anything, and his heart was even more irritable. He subconsciously added some strength by taking her hand. The slight pain made Bing Ling frown and look at him, but saw the anger in the man's eyes, which made her heart sink again.

Looking at the interaction between the two people in front of him, the man's dark green eyes flashed a little unpredictable, and soon he was hidden by him without a trace and turned into that cynical look.

"So I said, I really didn't do anything, just supplying arms to the two families at the same time. I was probably found by the Eagle Mouth Gang and became angry, so I squatted down today to kill people. Who knew it would affect the pond fish." He spread out his hands.

Bing Ling was attracted back because of his words, but her voice was extremely cold: "You have just been troubled, and now you have figured out the reason. It's too fast."

"Hey, can we be reasonable? What I just asked was talking about you, and now I don't want you to talk about."

"Don't change the concept." Sure enough, she is too naive to pester such a difficult man.

She moved under her feet and stretched out her hand again, but this time the man seemed to be ready to avoid the attack on her neck. The blade of her fingertips wiped his cheek and flowed out a very shallow trace.

The man reached out carelessly to wipe off the marks on his face and shouted with a smile: "Hey, what else do you want to do after poisoning me? At least leave me a whole body!" Or do you know that you are giving me saline? If you don't kill all of them, you will never be relieved? I just cheated you once. There is no need to revenge like this~ Although I like your bad temper~"

Bing was surprised that he could dodge her attack. What's more unbelievable was that he knew that she was just bluffing.

The man seemed to see Bing Ling's idea and laughed carelessly: "In addition to a constant temperature, there is also a time limit for the storage of the virus, otherwise it will be inactivated. This is a common problem of this kind of biochemical virus now. It's troublesome. He muttered to himself, with a somewhat regretful tone.

Physiological saline?

Gu Junmo looked at her with a little astonishment in his eyes. His reaction could only make Bingling feel sarcastic. Sure enough, after living and dying together so many times, she thought that he would at least be a person who knew her. Now she found that she was so sentimental that she hated herself.

Adult is right, don't let anyone become your weakness.

She did surpass it, which may be retribution.

Slowly adjusting his breathing, Bing Ling forced her attention to the person in front of her. "So, you don't want to tell the truth."

Originally, she thought that this matter was a farce, but she tried to figure out about Mo's matter, but the man said extremely seriously: "No, I want to say it. But the person to talk about is not me.

The appearance of his words made Bingling frown slightly, "I'll introduce you to a person. If you want to meet him with me, I will tell you what you want to know - forfree~"

In the sun, the man smiled loudly and looked handsome, but the unpredictable face made people unable to see what he really looked like.

"No, this is a trap." The low man first broke out of the air and made a decision first.

"In such a place, with this kind of city government and skills, few people can't be found in Hong Kong. If you follow such a man of unknown origin, I won't allow it.

Bing Ling looked at him with some surprise when she heard the words, and her expression seemed to be asking him, "What's the matter? When did she start to ask for his permission?"

And before she had time to confront each other, the other voice over there has sounded leisurely, but there is an inexplicable sense of provocation in the lazy tone: "What, what are you afraid of? I sold her?"

"I'm saying that you are already plotting."