flame hunter

Si Boning turned his head to look at Jingjing who was still sitting on the dining table eating porridge slowly, frowned and said:

"Yes, but it must be done in secret. Her identity is very sensitive now, even if Xiao Yinuo doesn't pursue it, Zhao Nianen will know about it soon, and he will not let go of any suspiciousness."

Yuanyuan listened to Si Boning's seriousness, but she couldn't imagine how powerful it was. In her eyes, Xiao Yinuo and Zhao Nianen found out that Jingjing pretended to be An An and lied to them. One fight, at worst, she won't fight back if she makes a mistake.

"Understood." Yuanyuan nodded: "It's not a bright thing in the first place. Of course it's done in secret. I'm only worried that Jingjing will suffer."

"Don't worry about that." The corners of Si Baining's lips twitched, and his snow-white teeth glistened in the sunlight...

The bells of the Church of Notre Dame Snow Palace are cool and distant, cutting through the setting sun with a bit of solemnity, and coming in through a dilapidated window sash.

This is a small and dark room. Spots of sunlight fall on the uneven solid wood floor due to moisture, like magic powder falling from the pocket of an elf, adorned by a group of cockroaches who were disturbed by the bell and wandered away in a panic. Create a perfect stage.

In the cramped corner, Mo Shasha was biting a straw, lying on the floor like a dog, sucking the white smoke from the curved glass test tube.Her whole body was covered with stains, but there was an intoxicated and contented smile on her face.Messy hair fell from the shoulders, blocking the path of a cockroach.The cockroach paused, feeling no danger at all, and simply climbed up to the top of her head along the tuft of hair, and climbed over the hills and mountains effortlessly to a piece of moldy bread crumbs in the corner.

"Squeaking" The rusty metal anti-theft door was pushed open, making a piercing sound, Mo Shasha didn't notice it at all, and was still immersed in the boundless fantasy dream.

Two men came in one after the other, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang... The bells were overwhelming, and waves hit the room. The leading man glanced at the man in the corner who was writhing his wet legs. Mo Shasha frowned and said impatiently:

"It's almost there. This ghost place is too disappointing. Take her away, clean it up and give it to the brothers for supper."

"Yes, Brother Kaka."

The little brother standing behind Kaka responded, turned around and waved, and two strong men walked out from behind, and lifted Mo Shasha, who had already lost consciousness, and led them out of the room.

Downstairs is still the dilapidated alley, and the whole building is full of smoky underground gambling halls. These people glanced at the corridor and continued to shake the dice in their hands.Kaka's men swaggered and took Mo Shasha out of the old building, wrapped her in a blanket and threw her into the black Toyota Elgrand.

The car drove all the way to Zhuhaikou. There was a white cruise ship moored at the bay pier. The two jumped out of the car, dragged Mo Shasha who was lying on the back seat, and carried her onto the ship.

After entering the cabin, the two of them stripped off her clothes in twos and threes, and threw them into the bathtub.Mo Shasha hummed non-stop, irrational, completely unaware that she had been exposed naked in front of two strange men.

"Boss told us?" One of the men smiled wretchedly, and loosened the belt buckle of his essentials.

"Fuck, are you interested in being so dirty?"

"I like to add ingredients, do you want them together?"

"Then wash her up when you're done, brothers are still waiting."

After the other man finished speaking, he turned around and walked out. The man just took off his pants when the hatch opened again, and three sailor-like men walked in with lewd smiles on their faces.

The four people looked at each other, laughed, and pulled Mo Shasha out of the bathtub in a tacit understanding...

I don't know what day or night it was, but Mo Shasha only felt that she had a dream, in which she returned to ten years ago.The sun was sunny that day, and the sun was warm on her body. Mo Shasha set up a recliner and took a nap on the lawn, feeling that her bones were about to be softened by the sun.

A helicopter rumbled from the sky, and the propellers scrambled the airflow, blowing the lawn in the open space outside Sherlock Castle like sea waves, and the waves rolled under the blue sky.Mo Shasha blocked the sunlight in front of her eyes and stared at the open cabin door, only to see a handsome young man poking his head out, and then jumped down without hesitation.

Mo Shasha clearly remembered that it was the third year of her life in Sherlock Castle, and it was also the day when she first met Si Boning.

Just like that, Si Boning walked towards her from the direction of the sun, carrying the golden light all over his body...

"I love you--"

Mo Shasha was crying with tears in the corners of her eyes.The sweaty man behind her couldn't help laughing, "This bitch is quite coquettish, hahahaha." Others echoed.

At this time, they were no longer the four people before. The sailor and the unknown younger brother came and went, and they changed so many times. The only person in this room who remained the same was Mo Shasha, who had lost her mind due to drugs.

Although she dreamed of Si Baining, the dream was still not beautiful enough, and the dream quickly jumped to the eve of her punishment for shielding Si Baining, a day she would never forget.

Her love and body were broken at the same time, and she was ravaged to the extreme by the big hand of fate. She was on the verge of collapse but could not lose her mind.She wanted to shout, but her mouth was filled with disgusting filth. She wanted to forget, but she saw everything more clearly.

The nightmare played repeatedly, crushing her soul and body, she was unable to struggle, let alone close her eyes and enjoy this depraved game.She has no fun, her body seems to be torn apart, wandering around in purgatory in the palm of the devil, under the feet of the ghost...

In the center of Tanglin, in Shangjing International, a high-end community adjacent to the CBD block, a silver-white Mercedes-Benz R350 drove out from the gate of the community, as if an inconspicuous stream merged into a big river, and soon merged into the dense traffic of the main road.

It was the rush hour of traffic at this time, Si Boning stared at the front, the flickering red taillights of the car, feeling agitated and agitated like a bullfight.At this time, nearly twelve hours have passed since Mo Shasha boarded the plane. If everything goes well, Mo Shasha will definitely contact her, and it is even more impossible that there will be no news.

The vehicle in front stopped less than ten meters away, and Si Boning almost ran into it in a daze, and slapped the horn hard.The ear-piercing whistle pierced his eardrums, stimulating his heart like a sharp sword.

As soon as Si Boning gritted his teeth, a thread of blood leaked out from the corner of his lips, flowing along the gap between his teeth to the tip of his tongue.It was salty and exciting. Si Boning hadn't used this method to calm himself down for a long time. Every cell in his body returned to the state of passionate fighting again, complaining and playing games against fate without fear.

Finally driving to the intersection, the front of the car ignored the traffic lights and turned suddenly.

There is a birch forest road in the east of Tanglin City, which leads to an artificial lake unknown to ordinary people, where Mo Shasha lives.

Even though Si Boning has not received the invitation, it does not mean that he knows nothing about it, on the contrary, he knows it better than anyone else.

Si Boning parked the car in a hidden place in the woods, stepped on the fallen leaves, and walked through the forest for about 15 minutes to the back door of the villa by the lake.

He pressed the password and easily opened the door of the garage. There was a passage leading to the living room and an elevator in the garage.

Si Boning pondered for a moment, then chose to take the elevator and go directly to the bedroom on the third floor.Mo Shasha has a habit, she always puts important items in the place closest to her, and even if she rests, she must ensure that they are within the range she can control.If I guess correctly, the satellite communicator should be near her bedside.

When Si Boning got off the elevator, seeing that the room was pitch black, he finally felt relieved.It has to be said that his behavior today is too risky and beyond his control. Rationally, he shouldn't do this, but his shortcoming is that he is too rational.

If you think that Si Boning's adventure today is only because you are worried about Mo Shasha, you are completely wrong.Regardless of whether Mo Shasha is in bad luck or good luck at this time, Si Boning thinks that he has already been powerless, and what he is worried about now is still himself.

If Mo Shasha succeeds, in case of failure, he can only rely on himself to contact the European side to fill the gap in the funds, and that contactor is a very important and indispensable thing for him, Si Boning must do it as soon as possible turn up.

He walked to the window, and judged by the smell on the pillow where Mo Shasha usually rested. For ten years, she had been using the brand of the bottle of perfume that Siboning had given her, and it had never changed.

Si Boning opened the drawer of the bedside table, and soon found the compartment, and found the small connector from it.Si Boning was overjoyed, and was about to open it to take a look at the address book inside, when he felt a cold and hard object pressing against his back.

"Don't move." Zhao Nianen's voice was unusually calm, but full of unconcealable chill and anger.

Si Boning was stunned on the spot, subconsciously raising his hands to his ears.

"Turn around." Zhao Nianen said.

This time, Si Baining hesitated, even though the room was dark, he was still not sure that his face would not be recognized by Zhao Nianen.Instead of ending everything with this ending, Si Boning would rather fight him to the death.

"hurry up!"

Impatiently, Zhao Nianen's muzzle hit Si Boning's back fiercely. At this moment, Si Boning turned around abruptly, and the forearm raised to his ear swung like the wind, and his elbow hit hard. On the bridge of Zhao Nianen's nose.

Si Boning was extremely fast, leaping across the bed like a cheetah, then rolled twice on the ground, and then jumped down the stairs. Behind him was Zhao Nianen's angry roar, and the aimless spray from the muzzle of the gun. The roar of fired bullets.

After Si Boning's well-trained quick attack, Zhao Nianen couldn't open his eyes for at least 15 seconds. Without effective vision as a guarantee, it was impossible for his bullets to hit Si Boning.

15 seconds is enough for Si Boning to retreat completely...