[Chapter 240]: Knife, Fish

(Happy Lantern Festival to everyone..................)

Sitting in the back seat of the taxi, Song Shen enjoyed the heroic posture recorded in his notebook. The clarity of the picture is comparable to a high-definition love action film. Every action is clearly recorded, and even the red mole on the woman's snow-white buttocks just now can be clearly photographed. Come on. Song Shen cut a complete picture of a woman who just came in on the love action movie of this war. Transfer it from your notebook to your mobile phone.

After doing all this, the car also arrived at the address that the banshee told him and took a look at the not very luxurious bar. The banshee was already waiting for his arrival at the door. He looked at the evil Song Shen, smiled, and said that he was still the same bear.

"The banshee brother. Tell me, how many middle-aged women have you had when you came to BJ? How does it taste? Is there a little virgin who can give you enough pleasure? Only Song Shen, who dared to flirt with the banshee, said with a smile. It turned out that Song Shen only dared to flirt with the banshee brother for the four people in the 406 dormitory. Brother Wolf's man is too awesome. The domineering emanating on his body makes Song Shen dare not joke, which is more of a kind of respect. As for Tang Monk, Song Shen, who follows his father's well-informed, knows that this seemingly talkative man is far stronger than he thinks, and can only be the role of a little brother. As for the poet, he is too upright, and Lian Song Shen is right. Fang's interest in joking is gone, and only the banshee brother can flirt, and it won't hurt the harmony.

"A lot. Why don't you think your banshee brother can make many women feel happy and give me the money in his pocket so readily. When she came up, she hugged Song Shen's banshee and said with a smile. The two of them are a complete pair of living treasures.

The two of them walked into the bar talking and laughing. The base of Zhao Madman has basically become a place for the banshee to take refuge, and it can be said that it is a place that this man has been thinking about behind closed doors.

"Where's Brother Tang?"

"I haven't heard from him for a long time. He is too busy to come over. The banshee handed Song Shen a bottle of wine and a cigarette.

The two continued to chat, learned about Tang Monk's general Song Shen and left the bar. Although Tang Seng has a very good relationship with Zhao Madman, he can't eat and drink here, and this place is really not the place that Song Shen is willing to stay. It's a little dirty, a little small, and there is no fun at all. The banshee who has nothing to do is also going to be a tour guide with Song Shen. She has been thinking about it behind closed doors for the past few days, which is depressing. All the time, a banshee in life suddenly had nothing to do. The depression in his heart can be imagined. Suddenly, a like-minded brother came, so he must have a good time. The two people who got in the taxi went to the Yuan Jianguo Hotel, during which Song Shen got a mobile phone card at the mobile company. When he came to the Yuan Jianguo Hotel, Song Shen completely showed the image of a rich second generation and asked for a good presidential suite. The banshee who followed the other party to eat and drink for nothing seemed to feel that she had returned to her previous power.

After walking to the hotel, Song Shen installed a mobile phone card and sent a picture of the beautiful woman just taken to a mobile phone number. Then he dialed the mobile phone number and told the other party to find out who the woman was in the shortest time. On the other side, the person who received the call said excitedly that since it was the matter explained by Mr. Song, I was sure to finish it beautifully.

"Your sister-in-law!" Song Shen scolded and hung up his mobile phone.

"What are you going to do tonight?" The banshee said bewitchingly. It can be seen that this man has been hungry and thirsty during this period. In the past, he was always alone. He didn't have any interest, and he didn't dare to return to his old business. He was afraid of making trouble for Tang Monk again. This time, God suddenly appeared in BJ, so it must be a good time.

"I heard that there are more nightclubs in Houhai. Take a nap. Relax well at night. See you tomorrow, Brother Tang." Song Shen said with a smile. The two beasts on the upper body of the sperm ** worm looked at each other and smiled meaningfully. **** to the extreme.

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I am a knife and I am a fish.

Although he did not tie himself up, Tang Seng knew that his chance of escaping from here was almost zero. After the old man arrested himself here, he did not torture and confess, nor did he politely invite guests to tea, but locked him in a room that did not seem to be strict. Regardless of his life or death, Tang Monk woke up and found that everything on his body had been swept away. Although I was shocked, I was also very lucky. After all, there was no information about my master in it, and even if the other party wanted to find it, there was no way to find it. The bored Tang Seng has been meditating about what kind of deep blood hatred there is between this suddenly appeared cow-level uncle and his master. I once heard from my master that he was injured 20 years ago. Is this the old man? Then the master will definitely not be the opponent of this old man. You must not involve the master.

The door opened, and the old man came in, sat on a shabby bench, and said with a smile, "Bad boy. The environment here is not bad, right?

It's pretty good. I haven't enjoyed it so comfortably for a long time. Thank you very much, old gentleman?" Tang Monk answered with a smile. He didn't care about his expression. He didn't care that he was already a fish on the chopping board, only being bullied.

"The mouth is quite hard. It seems that the thoughts that Li Jiuyi instilled in you are quite serious. However, judging from your character in the world, you should not be a person who does not know how to change. If you tell me the information of Li Jiuyi. I will also teach you some martial arts, which will never be much worse than Li Jiuyi. The old man who lit a cigarette said in a flat voice. It seems that I have already thought that there would be such an end. Then he asked **.

"There are some things you can do in your life, and some things you can't do in exchange for your own life. I am such a stubborn person. It's all your business to say that there is something wrong with my brain, or to say that I'm not toasting or drinking, but it's all delusional to get my master's words from my mouth. Tang Monk completely made a heroic feat, and didn't care at all whether the other party would really kill him. Although it is awe-inspiring on the surface, I am also worried that the other party will suddenly kill and leave my life in this place.

"What a hero. I'll see how hard it will be!" The old man left the shabby house with a gloomy expression in his eyes. Tang Monk, who stayed in the broken house, sighed deeply and his nerves relaxed a lot. Just now, he thought that the old man would kill himself. I didn't expect this old man's endurance to be relatively strong. But if you stay here all the time, it won't help at all, but there is no way to escape from here. Since the other party did not bind himself, he must not have left too far. As long as there is a noise in the room, it will suddenly appear, and there is no possibility of escaping at all.

Tang Monk, who racked his brains, didn't come up with a good idea. He could only squat in the corner and continue to meditate, hoping to break through the limitations and come up with a wonderful plan. But at night, I didn't think of a good plan, so I could only fall asleep.

In the early morning, Tang Monk heard the sound of opening the door. When he opened his eyes, he saw two strangers appear in front of him. Tang Monk thought it was someone sent by the old man and said lazily, "No matter what you are, I won't say it. Get out of here quickly! Don't make me upset."

"Do you see it? He didn't thank us for saving our lives at all. One of them said in a thick voice.

"But there's nothing we can do. We have to do our best. Otherwise, it's hard to explain." Through the moonlight, Tang Monk can clearly see the appearance of these two people. A burly figure, a national face, not angry but powerful; a greasy face, pink face, short figure. The combination of two people is a perfect match. Tang Seng, who stood up from the ground, asked faintly, "Are you here to save me?"

"Nonsense. Go or stay, it's up to you!" The burly man with a national face left a word and turned away.

"Let's go!" The oily-headed pink-faced man said to the Tang monk. His voice was relatively soft, and there was no such thing as a man with a Chinese face. It seems that people are easy to get along with.

Although Tang Seng had a lot of questions in his mind, he didn't ask anything. After all, leaving here now is the most important thing he should do. He immediately got up and followed the two people. The voice of the old man who the three people just came out of the door of the broken house sounded: "If you want to leave here, you underestimate the old man."

The Chinese-faced man seemed to be very experienced and turned around. He instantly pulled out the gun at his waist, suddenly put two shots at the place where he was talking, and then said to the oil-headed pink-faced man, "Nanfeng, take him out of here quickly. I'll deal with it here." The oily-headed pink man did not hesitate at all and took Tang Monk to leave quickly.

"Looking for death." The shot did not hit the old man at all. The old man had run away quickly and was suddenly attacked by the other party, which made the old man extremely angry. He shouted and suddenly attacked the national-faced man. The Chinese-faced man who felt the crisis pulled the trigger. The old man's counterattack was unsuccessful. But it's enough to anger the old man. The old man knew that the other party had a gun in his hand, and he did not play tactics with the other party desperately. Instead, he left the opponent and immediately chased the two people who had fled.

The oil-headed pink man, who is called Nanfeng by the Chinese character's face, has no superficial weakness. The gun in his hand is also full of tricks, which makes Tang Monk a little amazed. This level is completely unmatched by ordinary people. After a few shots, the two finally got rid of the old man's chase, but they didn't have any idea of stopping. Keep running. The two people who had run for a while stopped in a desolate and dilapidated wooden house. Obviously, this was the place where the oil-headed pink man met the national-faced man. Looking at the oil-headed pink man without any hostility, Tang Seng asked doubtfully, "Who are you?" Why did you come to save me?"

"I am Nan Feng, the deputy captain of the second team of the General Administration of National Security. The one just now was a pair of deputy captains of the State Security Administration. We have received orders from our superiors to protect you. The oil-headed powdered man introduced it to Tang Monk.

"General Administration of National Security? What does it have to do with me?"

"We just received orders from our superiors. Just ask yourself then.

"Your friend may not be able to resist that old man." Tang Monk said contemptuously that he did not have a sense of gratitude for the two people who sacrificed their lives to save them. With constant doubts in my mind, what does the General Administration of National Security have to do with me? Why do you send someone to protect yourself?

"Why hasn't he come back yet?" After a while, Nanfeng asked a little anxiously. Ten minutes had passed since the appointment, but he didn't wait for the other party to arrive.

"Give me the gun in your hand. Hurry up. Get out of here." Tang Seng, who was still thinking about problems just now, pulled out of the broken wooden house with a puzzled oil-headed pink man, but as soon as he arrived at the door, he saw the old man carrying a half-dead burly man like a chicken. He said in a gloomy voice, "Everyone from the State Security Administration has gone out!" Boy, your identity is not low! I underestimated you before.

"Now you know! If you kill me, you are not afraid that the people of the State Security Administration will dig three feet to find you. No matter how strong you are, you can't resist their strangulation. Some people with special functions will also go out. At that time, it will be bad if you are besieged on all sides. Now you and I take a step back, and we don't know each other. He summoned up the courage to use all the forces he could rely on. Tang Seng made a bet, hoping that the old man could be afraid of the General Administration of National Security and let his life go.

"Hahahaha. Since Liang Zi has been married, I am willing to let go, and you may not be able to let go. I may have had this idea before I saw you live in the world, but I have seen your means of dealing with the enemy, and I can't keep you alive. Do you really think that people from the State Security Bureau will come out for you alone? The old man didn't seem to be afraid at all. He laughed like a staring at the world and completely broke the countermeasures that Tang Monk had originally thought of.

"Real?" Tang Monk said with a smile. There was no fear, no worried expression, but more a kind of calmness that knew everything well, which surprised the old man. The calmness on the young man's face is exactly the same as the expression of a person beating more than 20 people in the U-COOL bar, and there is no worry at all.

"Kid, do you really think you can escape from me?" The old man snorted and threw down the half-dead burly man in his hand and went straight to attack the two people. Among them, he repeatedly paid attention to the oil-headed powder-faced man who was extremely skilled at shooting. However, when he saw that the oil-headed pink man did not do anything, he was relieved to attack Tang Monk boldly. Tang Monk, who no longer has a flying knife, is not enough to make the old man afraid. The old man thinks that he can take down the other party with his hands. His hands are extremely sharp, but he does not directly take the other party's head. He also needs to find Li Jiuyi through young people. This is his ultimate goal, but he didn't expect that he has not contacted the other party yet. A gun has appeared in the other party's hand.

The gun swirled in Tang Monk's hand like a spirit, and finally "banged" on the old man's body, and the old man was shot without any precautions. Tang Seng immediately used the Tang family's twelve-way bullet legs to kick the old man who was about to touch him far away. It didn't give the old man a chance to react at all, and immediately fired a few more shots. The old man who was kicked away woke up in an instant, covered his chest bleeding from the gun and fled.

"I didn't expect you to have the ability. I've been playing with guns since I was a child, but I'm not as sensitive as yours. Just now you asked me for a gun, and I didn't want to give it to you." The oil-headed pink man said in surprise. This man shocked him too much. Originally, he just thought that his force value was strong, but he didn't expect that the kung fu of playing with guns was also amazing. This kind of ability could not be played in a year or two. The happy oil-headed pink man continued to ask, "How many years have you been playing? Let's play together when you have time." Tang Seng stared at the oil-headed pink-faced man with a bad face and said angrily, "If you don't take your friend to the hospital quickly, I guess he will die."

Hearing this, the oily-headed pink man ran to his friend like a dream and carried him on his back to the nearest hospital. Looking at the old man's distant back, Tang Seng exhaled a deep breath, but he also regretted it. The shot was not enough to kill the old man. Tang Seng, who felt that he was in danger, must immediately tell the master about this matter and let the master make preparations as soon as possible. After thinking about this, Tang Monk followed the oily man to take care of the burly man who was injured by saving himself.

I finally took a taxi and drove to the nearest hospital.

When he arrived at the hospital, the burly man was sent to the emergency room, and the two seemingly ordinary people waiting outside sat on the long board for smoking.

"How long have you been following me?" Tang Monk asked faintly.

"It's not tracking, it's protection." The oil-headed pink-faced man said with a smile, not cold at all, giving Tang Monk a feeling of easy to get close. The oil-headed pink man took a look at Tang Monk, who did not refute, and continued to smile and said, "Since the last time you were chased by the Falcon Organization, we have appeared, but we have been protecting you in the dark. The reason why I didn't save you that time. It's because we just found you at that time.

"Then you must have investigated some information about the Falcon Organization!" Tang Monk, who took a sip of smoke, said lightly.

"Yes. We did find some information about falcons during the time of your injury. But it's all some fur. It didn't find out who spent a lot of money to buy such a strong organization as the Falcon to chase you. The oil-headed pink-faced man changed the frivolous expression just now and said in a heavy voice.

"Then tell me the list of Falcon personnel!"

The people who killed you that day were: Tom Tros, Justin Wings, and Lo Hans. They are the third, fifth and ninth killers in the falcon. Among them, Tom Trose, the third, was cut off by you. The oil-headed powdered man explained without reservation.

"Do you still refuse to say why the State Security Administration sent you to protect me?" It seems that Tang Monk, who is not very interested in Falcon, still catches the people of the State Security Bureau and ask why they like their own affairs.

"It seems that I heard that someone recommended you to the organization. The organization wants to see if you really have the ability to enter the General Administration of National Security. Observe it and let us protect it if we can. You have met, so we have to do our best to protect you. The oil-headed pink man said with a friendly expression.