Courtyard House: Why is my time-travel experience so shabby?

Moran's frankness to Du Weiguo made their relationship more understanding and sympathetic.

Moran was unfortunate. She was coerced by demons like Yan Li at a young age. In order to survive, she had no choice at all.

At the same time, she was also lucky, after going back to the inland with great difficulty, she met Du Weiguo just after diving deep.

Although the latent mission was a failure, he took this opportunity to get rid of the shackles in one fell swoop. Although he could only live in hiding now, at least he was still free.

Blessings and misfortunes are lurking, and misfortunes are what blessings depend on. No one really can tell.

At this moment, in the Kowloon Walled City, which is like a huge maze, there is a barely passable residence.

This house is not big, only about 30 square meters in total. Of course, the spacious houses in the Kowloon Walled City are very limited, and most of them are narrow.

The room was clean and tidy, the windows were blocked by the building in front of the sun, and the curtains were blocked, so the light in the room was very dim.

A handsome, tall and muscular middle-aged man was sitting in front of the table with a gloomy expression.

He put down a newspaper in his hand, exhaled the smoke, smashed his mouth, and muttered to himself:
"Tsk! 6 lives, and then set fire to the mountain, destroying the corpses and destroying the traces, this little bastard is so ruthless!

It seems that Hu Fei, who is immortal, was really impatient this time, and played out all the trump cards in his hand.

Acting ruthlessly, with no taboos, he should be the kid named Du Yanwang, right?Heh, interesting, Lao Tzu's nickname is impermanence, his name is Hades, it's clear that he's crushing me, right? "

At this moment, the sound of a key turning the lock came from the door, the man's eyes froze for an instant, and his hand immediately touched under the table.

A moment later, a coquettish woman with a hot figure, wearing a cheongsam with high slits, opened the door and walked in.

Judging by her attire and her coquettish demeanor, she should be a dancing lady who wanders around the night scene.

She put an oily kraft paper bag on the table in her hand, twisted her hips and came to the man, and sat on his lap with a charming and unrestrained tone:
"Mr. Huang, I brought you freshly baked pork buns. The outside is white and fluffy, and the inside is red, smooth and tender!"

The man's brows were slightly wrinkled, and a trace of obvious disgust flashed in his eyes.

However, his hand was very dishonest, and he stretched it along the slit into the woman's cheongsam, with a vicious tone:
"Really? Then let me taste it, is it really as slippery as you said?"

"Chuck~"

For a long time, the woman lay on his chest, her eyes were like silk, and her voice was lazy:
"Mr. Huang, by the way, what kind of business do you do? Why do you stay at home all day and still have money to spend?"

The man's big hand was very rough, but he stroked the woman's back very gently, and joked with a smile:

"I'm a killer. I don't usually have work, but it can take a long time to do one vote."

The woman chuckled and patted him:
"Killer, whoops, sounds awesome! Then where is your gun? Where is your knife? Are you going to kill someone with bare hands?"

"Hehe~"

There was also a smile on the corner of the man's mouth, and his palm slowly climbed from the woman's back to her neck.

"Crack it!"

With a soft sound, the woman's neck twisted into an inconceivable angle, and her eyes were full of inconceivable expressions, which gradually lost their brilliance.

The man turned over and sat up expressionlessly, scratched his hair, walked to the table, took out the char siew buns that had cooled down, took a bite, and chewed vigorously.

He glanced up at the already cold and stiff woman on the bed, and murmured vaguely to himself:
"I'm paralyzed, I have to change my residence again, what a nuisance!"

Moments later, a house in the Kowloon Walled City burst into flames. The fire was so fierce that when the fire brigade arrived, it had already affected many shanty houses.

Not far from the scene of the fire, the man had a cigarette in his mouth and a travel bag in his hand. He walked away with ease.

At 4:14 p.m. that day, the head of the Hong Kong K restaurant hurriedly left Hong Kong Island and went to Tai O, saying that he was negotiating some big business.

Before leaving, he re-issued the previous Wesley's lore order on Jianghu, and the hidden money soared from 10 Hong Kong dollars to 15 Hong Kong dollars.

Almost at the same time, Xiangjiang's Yizitou also issued a Jianghu reward order, and the hidden flower was only 1 yuan.

The whole island tracked down a man nicknamed Dasha. The picture of this guy was very clear, showing nothing at all, he was exactly what Bai Jian looked like.

In Causeway Bay, in Moran's high-end apartment building, Du Weiguo was holding the warrant issued by 14K in his hand.

Looking at the slightly blurred portrait, his brows were tightly wrinkled, and his tone was a bit harsh:
"Damn it, this damn shit-stirring stick, why don't I go to Tai O and get rid of this 14K restaurant faucet, and it'll be over once and for all."

Moran came over, took the arrest warrant, and persuaded him:
"One more thing is worse than one less thing. These associations are inextricably linked to the north. Anyway, you don't care about this, so just ignore him."

Du Weiguo sighed and said indignantly:
"Ma De, and this damned Bai Jian, he really lives up to his name, how cheap! To use such a nasty trick."

Upon hearing this, Moran immediately sneered, curled his lips, and said in a playful tone:
"Heh! Boss, you are laughing at fifty steps. Didn't you also use his dark flowers, and you used the photos directly? You have given people a nickname of Dasha.

Sure enough, you all came from the same sect, and even the techniques are exactly the same. There was a big fire at the Kowloon Walled City this morning, and several people were burned to death. It is probably his handwriting. "

Du Weiguo lit a cigarette with a solemn tone:

"Molan, are you looking for the adopted son to release secret information, is the channel safe? Don't let people find you by following the clues."

Moran glanced at Du Weiguo lightly with her charming fox eyes, and said in a teasing tone:

"Are you worried about me, or can't you trust me?"

Du Weiguo exhaled smoke, frowned, and spoke in a low voice:

"Mo Lan, I have repeatedly emphasized that the opponent we face this time is extremely powerful, so we must not be careless.

Think about it, if he is just an ordinary guy, why would the mainland send me to Hong Kong Island to kill him? "

Seeing Du Weiguo's serious look, Moran gave him a blank look, smacked his mouth, and said in a helpless tone:

"The secret cost of this Baijian was 1 Hong Kong dollars, but in fact I spent a total of 5 yuan, and I passed more than one hand in the middle.

Besides, the contact person of the task I posted has never met me at all, they are all one-way contacts, and he has no ability to track or find me. "

Hearing this, Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows, good guy, let's use the top espionage methods to deal with these young and Dangerous boys!Isn't this a dimensionality reduction blow?

"Uh, so you are so cautious? It seems that my worries are unfounded."

Moran rolled his eyes at him angrily, and said arrogantly:

"Hmph, what else do you think? Du Weiguo, to be honest, in terms of skill, I might not be your opponent.

But when it comes to these methods of concealing the front line, if you are a monk halfway through, it is simply not enough. "

Du Weiguo nodded, without any sense of shame:

"Well, indeed, I admit that your skills are very good, you are the top secret service, and I am far inferior.

In fact, when I was in Baoshan, if you were not merciful, I would have already met the real Lord Yama. "

Moran was praised extremely well, and she winked like silk, but her tone suddenly changed, becoming a little sad:
"I originally set my heart on Mingyue, but Mingyue shines on the ditch, I have my heart and soul for you, I don't hesitate to betray the organization, and risk my life to protect you.

snort!what about you?Lang's heart was like iron, and he yelled at me, mercilessly. "

Du Weiguo stubbed out the cigarette butt, and retorted in surprise:
"Nonsense! When did I show no mercy to you?"

"Hmph, when you were on the edge of the Nu River, did you mistook Zhu Shuangshuang for me? Didn't you just kill him without blinking your eyes?"

Although this is not the real situation, Du Weiguo reacted instantly, frowning tightly, and speaking in a low voice:

"Mo Lan, you actually know the content of my report, is the Secret Service actually infiltrated so badly?"

Moran sighed, his eye circles were red, and his tone was a bit embarrassing:
"No, it's just that Baoshan's power is relatively strong, but what I know, you basically wiped out everything, Du Yan Wang, well-deserved reputation.

Hmph, don't ramble and change the topic, Du Weiguo, why are you so cruel to me? "

Du Weiguo patted her butt hard, and reprimanded angrily:
"Nonsense, within 100 meters, I can even distinguish the male and female of flies, but I still can't tell you and Zhu Shuangshuang?"

"Really?"

Moran was skeptical, Du Weiguo took her into his arms and patted her again:
"Otherwise, how do you think I got my perfect marksmanship? This is called extraordinary talent. Besides my eyes, I have another outstanding feature!"

Moran asked curiously, "What?"

Du Weiguo came to her ear and whispered a rascally word. It was rare for Moran to blush, but his eyes were so charming that they were almost drawn.

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Yau Ma Tei, Pigeon Cage apartment building, a disgusting house with a layout of one bedroom and one living room, less than 20 square meters, this is a residence in a flat, the lights are dim and flickering.

Bai Jian sat on the bed with a livid face, holding a wanted warrant in his hand. On the floor under his feet, a woman was lying there with her neck twisted, and she was dying.

In the outer room not far away, there was the body of a stout man, his temple was directly pierced by a chopstick.

The clear photos, and the funny nickname of this big fool, are like sharp knives, constantly stimulating his nerves and arrogance.

"Cao Nima, you're so good at playing! Little bastard, if I don't eat you alive, I won't be Bai Wuchang!"

Bai Jian's face became more and more gloomy, his fists were clenched tightly, and the wanted warrant in his hand was rolled into a ball of paper.

He struck a match, ignited the ball of paper, and threw it on the ground, boom, the kerosene sprinkled on the ground was also ignited, and his face was flickering and dark against the flames, it was hideous and terrifying!