I! Black Organization Boss

Liang Zan tilted his head: "I'll just look at you, what are you doing so surprised?"

The girl frowned slightly and looked at herself subconsciously.

The clothes and trousers are all well worn, and they have not gone anywhere.

Was it just an illusion...

She slowly put down her hand, looked at Liang Zan, and said seriously, "Are you Liang Zan?"

Liang Zan hummed, "Is there anything you want to do with me?"

The girl took a deep breath in front of her eyes.

She took two steps back slowly.

Looking at her posture, Liang Zan felt that he would not be surprised if she flew over in the next second.

I saw the girl bow suddenly and deeply.

The speed was so fast that Liang Zan almost thought she was going to smash her head into the ground.

"Thank you so much! Thank you for saving my mom!"

Liang Zan: "?"

His eyes twitched.

When did you save her mother?

Just as he was about to say something, a flash of light flashed in his mind.

The corner of this girl's eyes...a bit like Shuichi Akai!

He touched his chin: "Who are you, and who is your mother?"

The girl straightened her waist again, and at a glance, she knew that the waist was quite strong.

She smiled: "My name is Shiliang Zhenchun, as for my mother..."

She squeaked, her eyes turned, and she showed an expression of betrayal.

However, before she could speak, Ryazan snorted: "So that's the case, Marie Akai's daughter..."

Shiliang Zhenchun's half-prepared expression froze on his face.

She looked at Liang Zan in surprise: "As expected of the big brother Liang Zan, he has already figured it out to this point!"

Liang Zan snorted.

He looked Shiliang Zhenchun up and down, and said slowly, "How did you find me?"

Shiliang Zhenchun gestured a big rectangle with both hands: "TV! Before the memorial service of director Jiujuan, my mother saw the scene of your scene!"

"You can't believe it when you say it. My mother is a fan of Director Jiujuan! When I watched director Jiujuan's movie before, she secretly wiped her tears!"

The girl smiled brightly and cheerfully.

If you don't say that she is a girl, she can definitely deceive many little girls just by relying on her appearance...

Looking at Shiliang's innocent appearance, Ryazan suddenly thought of Asahi's reality.

These two people, a man disguised as a woman perfectly, and a woman disguised as a man perfectly... What kind of people have I met.

He rolled his eyes inwardly.

He said lightly: "Do you know my identity?"

Shiliang said with a sincere kindness: "Brother Ryazan, you are a member of that organization. Before, in Lún Dun, with the 'Witch with Thousand Faces', you gave my mother strange yào and turned her into a little girl, right? ?"

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"You know a lot, it seems your mother trusts you very much." Liang Zan twitched the corners of his mouth.

From Shiliang's pure words, he has basically guessed the whole process.

First of all, Mary Akai survived and returned to Shiliang Zhenchun as a little girl.

At that time, although she remembered what she looked like, she didn't know who she was, so even if she wanted to start from her side, she had no choice.

But... Soon after, Marie Akai happened to see herself while watching the Shumaki-style memorial service.

In order to find out the true face of the organization, she decided to start with herself.

Shiliang Zhenchun should only be the vanguard, other MI6s are already ambushing around here...

Thinking of this, he was ready to use his real eyes to look at everything around him for a few hundred meters.

However, before he could open his eyes, Shiliang Zhenchun continued - "Of course, I know, this is just your superficial identity, Brother Ryazan."

"My mother has analyzed it, Brother Ryazan, you are an undercover agent sent by a certain country to the organization!"

"You'd rather risk your identity and be willing to rescue my mother. I'm very, very grateful!"

Saying that, she did not hesitate, and bowed again!

Ryazan: "..."

Looking at the girl who bowed deeply in front of him, he fell into contemplation.