Night gradually descends. The stars are sparsely lit. Far away from the colorful neon lights and hustle night scenes in the city, many citizens in Minxiang Streets in the suburbs are crowded with three or five people at the doorsteps of each house, playing poker, chatting, and quarrels, enjoying the summer night before bed. Adults, children, and the noises are noisy. Crickets, frogs, and cicadas are not as lively as the bustling city center, but they are uniquely peaceful and peaceful.

On duty at the entrance of the small hotel is a girl with long braids, who is mingled with neighbors, white shirts, jeans, and a slim figure. She is a famous flower of civilians in this generation. The big black braids and bright big eyes have attracted many young men's passionate hearts. They are surging and hitting the hot and hot feelings. Unfortunately, no one has succeeded since she came here three years ago.

Some people say that she was an orphan whose parents died, and her family was in a difficult situation. Everyone came out to work at a young age to support themselves. Some people say that the girl’s social relationship is very complicated. Her mother was a mistress who was kept by a powerful official. She couldn’t see her before she died, and she burned her down after she died. Anyway, she had everything she said. The girl was kind, handsome, and spoke lovely, so no one asked her about this. On the contrary, the elderly grandparents and grandparents nearby protected her very much. They treated her as their granddaughters and nephews. Otherwise, maybe a gangster might have come to her for trouble.

Behind her was the famous German song "lilimarleen" floating in the small courtyard of the National Security Bureau. The Chinese song title was translated as Lilimarleen.

It is said that on the European battlefield, one Christmas, when this song sounded, the two sides involuntarily stopped the fire without receiving the command of their superiors. That night, it was very quiet, except for the smoke and bloody smell of every corner of the battlefield. This song was sung all night, and after you finished singing, I continued to sing it, I don’t know how many times it sang. Regardless of nationality, race, camp, from generals to soldiers, almost everyone was immersed in melodious tunes. It can be seen that the charm of this song is unprecedented and unparalleled. It is a wonder in the history of modern world wars.

The dusk was getting heavier and the night wind did not dissipate much heat. Under the grape trellis, Bai Yunsheng, a big fat man with a big belly, wore a gray-white, extra-large, widened and fat, soft, loose and sweat-absorbing pure cotton shorts, exposed two pairs of sweat hair, and had a thick thigh that was comparable to the pig's elbow, a large milky vest with his bare arms and shoulders, and he was wearing a double "flip-flops" with his bare feet. The palm fan in his hand was slapping rapidly, but his head, face and neck were still sweating. The front, chest and back of the vest were covered with wet water stains, tightly pressing against the skin.

Lin Xiaotian, who was opposite him, was as cold as he was. On such a hot night, he didn't have a drop of sweat on his body. He was dressed up this afternoon, with a straight gray silk shirt, a navy blue trousers from Lingnan hemp, and a yellow cowhide sandal with mesh.

The cuffs are rolled up to the elbows. They serve tea with one hand and play chess pieces with the other hand. Strictly speaking, it should be a round stone as big as a pigeon egg. The two of them sat around the stone table and still played chess. However, this time the chess type played by the two of them was more difficult, and the folk saying is "suffering to death". It is extremely simple. The chessboard is a simple "evil" pattern drawn. The chess pieces are two chess pieces, which can be small stones or other things can be replaced by other things. The method is very simple. As long as the other party's two pieces can be held in a place that cannot be moved, even if you win, it is simple, but it is also a competition of chess with high IQ. Little do you know that the simpler the thing, the more wisdom it contains.

A sudden loud and high-pitched sound of rooster crowing suddenly sounded. The fat white frowned and stopped on the chessboard with his hand holding a stone. His round head looked left and right, and pretended to be surprised and surprised: "Roster crowing? Is there a rooster crowing? Old Gui Lin, I heard it right?"

Lin Xiaotian, who had a cold face, almost represented his own personality, gave him a look and snorted: "Fatty, aren't you annoyed when you pretend to be like you? Or do I look like a fool?"

The expression on the white fat man's face changed instantly, and he was smiling. He reached out his hand and took out a piece of electronic light from his pocket of his big shorts. The electronic light flashed rapidly in the lower right corner of the screen, and the black straight-board phone was buzzing and trembling. The sound of the rooster crowing became louder and louder from this little thing.

"Hehe, my call ringtone sounds very nice, right? Fatty, I get up every morning and practice it all depends on it. The rooster crows the fifth update, get up early and practice in the morning. Fatty, I admire my spirit of not being lazy and hardworking and getting up early."

"Hmph, disgusting."

"Look, look, who called...ah hey, it was called by that kid. Maybe something good might happen!"

Lin Xiaotian knew who the boy in the fat man's mouth was referring to. He was serious about his face, but his ears moved without checking, and he thought he was very interested.

"Hey, boy Tang? I'm having something to do when I call... Hum? You say!" The fat white man's face changed, and he raised his ears and listened carefully. He was embedded in the fat face, and his almost invisible little eyes shining brightly in the night. Although it was small, it was very bright. It seemed like a flash of cold light flashed by. But soon, the content of the call made him feel relieved. Everything was still under control, but that kid could also get the news, which was not simple! Well, the way was wild, hehe! The corners of the fat white man's mouth immediately arced, smiling very despicable, proud.

"...this is the thing, right, yes! Yes, I know that one is from Hailong Temple in Thailand. He is a disciple of the old monk named Bayusuka. He is a cruel and vicious person under his command... Uncle Bai, you can rest assured that the source of the news is absolutely reliable. What? Yes, the person who provided the news is indeed Japanese, but what happened to the Japanese? Don't forget that she and Jun Kiriki are in a group. They are the chief bodyguard responsible for protecting him. Besides, someone is coming to kill them. She can't find anyone to help everywhere. In this case, she lied to me? It's not me that you, Uncle Bai, you always think about it. Do she dare to lie to me at this time? And,

Yes, I saved her life! Is there any reason to lie to me? Besides, is it worth being cheated? The sex is almost the same. Bah, it’s going to be too far. In short, whether you believe it or not. I’m telling you the news. If something happens, it will be lost. If you lose it, you will be the National Security Bureau, but the face of the country. Humph, if you fail, you will be waiting for those barbarian monkeys to make a joke! Let Kuroki die in China, once the fight between China and Japan starts, it will cause a storm in the world and a hurricane will rush. I see how you clean up the mess...why? If you believe it? If you believe it, you will say it earlier. That thing, and one more thing is...well? OK, OK, I listen, you will say it first."

The fat white man covered the phone with his hands and asked Lin Xiaotian opposite him. "Tell him?"

Lin Xiaotian lowered his head and took a sip of tea, raised his head, nodded, and said, "Tell him that when he takes action, he might not be able to rely on the girl outside alone. With this kid's help, he will be more cautious. We can't always stay in the Henan Bureau. After the matter is done, you and I still have to go back to Beijing. Only the girl Muxiang is here to stay in charge."

The fat white man took over the conversation and said, "Can you still use that kid to kill Mu Xiang's pride?"

"Well, Muxiang should have someone to suppress her, otherwise it may not be a good thing for her future development. The grandson of the Demon Fox and the descendant of the Plum Blossom Sanshouyi Sect. Humph, I want to see that the Plum Blossom Sanshouyi Sect, which has been famous all over the world for hundreds of years still has the power of the Yishanren."

"Okay, I guess that boy, haha, even if we don't say it, he has to ask us in a different way. After all, if you want to improve, you have to work face to face. If you work behind closed doors, you will be a scrap car without wheels. Hehe."

He moved his hand away and answered the phone again. He suddenly burst into laughter. He was so happy that he reported a series of names to the phone with a proud look on his face.

"Hmm? Uncle Bai, what did you say?" The voice suddenly broke on the phone. Tang Ning, who was waiting strangely, suddenly opened his eyes and brightened his tone, and his tone increased by octave. He looked incredible. He turned around suddenly and turned around in the circle without any volition and shouted: "Fat Uncle Bai Fatty, what were you saying? Are you not kidding? Indian Menzo, Japanese Imoto No Sakura, Vietnamese Ruan Xingxing, and Dai people Moguli who came from the Yunnan-Burma border in Yunnan? You all know everything, why didn't you tell me earlier? Also, do you know where they are huddling now? When are they going to do it? Do you and the cold-faced uncle personally slaughter the chickens, or are there other juniors who will make muscles and bones?"

The fat white man said lazily on the phone: "We old guys will not bully the young ones with the big ones. The ones who play the game are juniors. What? Do you have any ideas?"

Tang Ning suppressed his shock and sigh in his heart, and there was a trace of fear, which was really fear! Guoan is Guoan! It seems that nothing in the world can hide from their eyes. The news that Junko Kasahara could not find out has been cleared long ago! Just waiting for the fish to take the bait!

"Hey, hey, are you listening? Fatty, are you waiting for your words. Hurry up, why don't I die?"

"I'm still here. Uncle Bai, just tell me when will I take action? If you allow it, I want to get a kick." Tang Ning said directly.

Fatty white man told Tang Ning on the phone that he would notify him immediately when he took action and asked him to be prepared.

After hanging up the phone, Tang Ning stared at the night view outside the window. He couldn't calm down for a long time. On the one hand, he felt excited before the war, and on the other hand, he was thinking about his future ways and methods. Guoan is everywhere. If he wants to avoid being caught by Guoan's people in the future, he must be cautious and cautious.
Chapter completed!