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There is a building on the top of the mountain, with steps and small buildings made of white stones, white walls and blue tiles, the door plaque looks like an ancient temple, and two flowers with cascading petals are carved on the left and right sides.There is wind power generation equipment on the side of the building, and the huge fan blades make a dull sound.

There were more than a dozen bodyguards with rifles on the gravel road in front of the door. Lan Die and her bodyguard got off from another car.The nursing staff beckoned to them and asked to search them according to the rules.

The butterfly knife in Teng Cuo's boot was pulled out. He was not afraid of things being confiscated, and he could find it again if he lost his weapon, but he couldn't help searching too carefully because his tracker was in the handle of the knife.

The bodyguard who searched him was dark skinned, thin and small, with big eyes, and looked only eleven or twelve years old.Mr. Chen has a lot of influence here. This child is probably a person who lives near the border and was recruited by the garden. Mr. Chen likes these bodyguards who have been raised since childhood.

The little bodyguard turned the knife around a few times in his hand, but found nothing, and groped Teng Cuo's waist again.But the movements are not proficient, and the distance is empty, as if worried about missing something over and over again.

Teng Cuo snorted unceremoniously, and the little bodyguard looked up at him.

"I'll touch it for you, don't be embarrassed." Teng Cuo pressed the back of his hand, turned to his waist, and said tactfully, "But if you want to touch it, touch it well, be more honest, do you want me to teach you?"

The little bodyguards didn't answer. Silence is their working quality trained by Mr. Chen.He lowered his head vigorously, looking indifferent, but the quickly retracted hand and the blushing ears were not the same.

The butterfly knife was handed to a colleague by the little bodyguard, and it was kept together with Landie's dagger.The little bodyguard touched Teng Cuo's pocket, took out a large handful of candy, and showed a puzzled look.

"Ah, I can't give you these." Teng Cuo said with a smile, and gently held the little bodyguard's wrist, "I can't live without them for a day."

Hearing what he said, the little bodyguard subconsciously thought that the things in his hand were not just sugar.He frowned and said, "Mr. Chen doesn't allow people in the garden to take drugs."

Teng Cuo also put on a straight face, and asked, "Who said these are drugs?" He peeled off one on the spot and put it in his mouth, flicked the candy wrapper, and showed it to the little bodyguard in front of him.

Then he pressed the sugar ball between the tip of his tongue and his upper teeth, and opened his mouth slightly for the little bodyguard to see.The sugar is mint-flavored, and after a few seconds, it becomes so spicy that Teng Cuo inhales slightly.

"Did you see it? It's genuine." Teng Cuo rolled his tongue skillfully, then stretched it out to lick his lips.The little bodyguard blushed, but his eyes were still smiling.

Teng Cuo said: "I love candy, Mr. Chen knows it. Why don't you ask him?"

Don't ask, the little bodyguard has never been directly looked at by Mr. Chen, let alone talked to Mr. Chen.His hand holding the candy stopped in the air hesitantly, thinking whether to report or not.

"It's okay," an old voice came from behind, "give it back to him."

The little bodyguard shook his hand and dropped a few pieces of candy, but he didn't care, turned around and said, "Mr. Chen!"

The black wooden walking stick lightly hits the ground, and the hand that rests on the silver spider at the top is as pale and wrinkled as before.Dark trousers, shirt and vest wrapped the old man's slender body, and his silver-gray hair was combed back, not messed up in the wind.His ridged face looked wise and deep, and his light-colored thin lips were pursed into a smile.

He looked like an old scholar, but his eyes were always dark, cold as the endless winter.

Teng Cuo's eyes became bloodshot the moment he saw Mr. Chen. He lowered his eyelids, nodded and said, "Mr. Chen."

Mr. Chen walked slowly, raised his chin to the little bodyguard, and said, "Return the candy to Xiao Cuo."

The little bodyguard nodded in a panic, put the candy back in Tang's wrong hand, and squatted down to pick up the rest.Teng put the candy back into his pocket by mistake, and Mr. Chen came in front of him.

"Little mistake." He opened his arms and looked at Teng Cuo deeply, as if he was testing the tacit understanding between the two.He said: "Three and a half months ago, what did we owe each other?"

Teng Cuo laughed, walked up a few steps, and Mr. Chen hugged him tightly.

The scene of two pale and emaciated people being so close was truly eerie.The little bodyguard opened his eyes wide, but Lan Die seemed to be used to it, just stood behind and watched quietly.

Mr. Chen said, "I lost weight."

Teng Cuo said, "You too."

He put his hand on Mr. Chen's shoulder, saying that the old man's bones are fragile, and it is true, it seems that as long as he exerts all his strength, he can complete an assassination.

Teng Cuo clenched his teeth.

He had never been in a hurry before, and the most taboo thing in hidden missions was recklessness. Meeting Xiao Guo did make him decide to speed up the settlement of the garden, but he had never wanted to kill someone like this moment.

It was Mr. Chen who killed Teng Yongan.

There must be hidden secrets that have not yet been discovered. Why he was calculated in this way, how much Mr. Chen knew, how much of his life was true, these are still unanswered.But Teng Cuo is not a very curious person, he only wants Mr. Chen's life at the moment.

Anger weighs on the scales, and the weight of reason is unbearable.His blood boiled like he was about to fall ill, but he also had his medicine.

The two separated safely, and one of Mr. Chen's arms was still on Teng Cuo's shoulder.He was not as tall as Teng Cuo, and Teng Cuo supported Mr. Chen's waist with one hand. They were like a father and son.

Mr. Chen patted Teng Cuo on the arm and said in a low voice, "I heard you were injured."

"Well," Teng Zuo curled his lips, showing a disgusted expression, and said, "I was beaten by the note."

He glanced at Lan Die provocatively, as if he was going to sue.

Mr. Chen did smell blood on his body. The clothes on his left shoulder and right arm were obviously soaked and dried, and the dark color had clotted.

Mr. Chen carefully looked at Teng Cuo's pale face, shook his trembling arm again, frowned, and said, "I'll call the doctor in the village to come and take a look, and take a good rest for a few days."

He glanced at the mountains and forests in the distance, and said, "It just so happens that this is a good place, suitable for recuperating."

He pulled Teng Cuo like this, and when he turned around, he saw the blue butterfly, as if all the friendly surfaces were blown away by the wind.He looked at Lan Die coldly, and Lan Die called "Mr. Dust".

Her hands trembled a little, but she still kept looking at Mr. Chen and said, "I'm sorry."

"Lan Die..." Mr. Chen sighed, looked at Lan Die for a long time, and then asked, "Why are you sorry for me?"

Lan Die heard the "creak" sound of her teeth while she was clenching her teeth, and her voice was a little trembling, and she said: "The transaction failed, people were arrested, the safe house was raided..."

She counted the places where she failed in duty, and Mr. Chen asked the moment she slipped: "What else?"

Lan Die didn't speak immediately, but Mr. Chen said indifferently: "Go ahead, I want to listen to you."

"Yufang City..." Lan Die took a deep breath in pain, and said, "All sales lines in Yufang City have been blocked, and all inventory and manpower have been lost."

"Yufang City," Mr. Chen's voice was full of regret, "That is our biggest source of income in the country."

Then he let go of Teng Cuo, reached out and pulled out the gun from the waist of the bodyguard beside him.He loaded the gun without hesitation, and even Teng Cuo frowned.

Mr. Chen held the gun in his hand, and the gloomy sky was right behind him. Lightning flashed across the sky. His eyes looking at Lan Die were lit up for a moment, and then he returned to a bottomless calmness.Lan Die and Mr. Chen looked at each other without making a sound.

In fact, she does not shy away from punishment, nor is she afraid of death.But she wants to fight and share worries for Mr. Chen forever, so what she fears is the disappointment in Mr. Chen's eyes, but luckily it hasn't appeared yet.

"I lost Yufang City," Mr. Chen said indifferently, "someone must take responsibility."

Lan Die nodded, thought for a while, but didn't close her eyes.

Mr. Chen raised his hand and pulled the trigger neatly.

The bullet scratched Lan Die's ear, and the bodyguard standing behind her, the one from Yuefang City, fell to the ground in response to the blow.There was a muffled sound of thunder in the distant sky, gurgling blood poured out from the hole between the bodyguard's eyebrows, spreading across his face like a stream.

The killing Mr. Chen did not show any emotion, such a simple shooting is as simple as lighting a cigarette for him, and he has done it many times, and will not be affected by age in the slightest.He was like a poisonous insect that had abruptly ended its dormancy. His body was so poisoned that his prey didn't even have time to react.

Mr. Chen handed over the gun, and then said to Lan Die, "I can't do anything to you, so let him take responsibility."

Lan Die didn't even look back at her personal bodyguard, she just looked at Mr. Chen moved.When the drizzle fell, Mr. Chen turned around, pointed at the direction where Teng Cuo and Lan Die were standing with his fingertips, and said, "Come in."

When Teng walked away by mistake, he turned back and asked the little bodyguard, "What's your name?"

The little bodyguard was frightened by Mr. Chen just now. He didn't have a name, and he didn't have time to feel embarrassed, so he said dully: "Little, little taro."

"Candy, have you eaten it?" Teng Cuo asked, "Little taro."

Little Taro opened and closed his mouth, then shook his head.

Teng Cuo took out a lollipop from his pocket and threw it, then turned and left.

Little taro held the candy stick and stared at Teng Cuo's back.

***

The layout in the small building is very classical, with pure gold and silver decorations everywhere, and the rockery in the bonsai is actually made of emerald.None of these things could be built overnight. Teng Cuo knew that Mr. Chen had owned this village for a long time.

A bamboo shed was set up on the balcony on the second floor, and it was arranged like a meditation room. The three of them sat on futons, occupying both sides of the small coffee table.When the wind passed, tiny raindrops floated in from the outside, gradually getting wet. Mr. Chen seemed to be enjoying it.

He wanted to review everything that happened in Yufang City, and Lan Die answered every question very honestly.Mr. Chen has passed the stage of accountability, but he still feels that he has been excluded.

"Peter Xiao," Mr. Chen put the teacup in his palm, casually revealing his displeasure, and said, "He is the culprit this time."

In essence, this is a good statement.The second deal between Peter and the garden was too early, and the reason for this was that Peter chose to transport the poison through the human body.This method of transportation cannot afford to wait. If the drugs are excreted from the body or broken in the body, it will be difficult to sell this batch of goods. Therefore, under normal circumstances, if it is not under extremely certain circumstances, the people transported in the body are not will be dispatched.

Mr. Chen poured tea and said amidst the white smoke, "Stupid."

He paused for a moment, and then asked, "Has Hou Weikang rebelled?"

"Yes." Lan Die nodded thinkingly, "It took less than 24 hours from when we arrived at his factory to when the police chased him over. The factory has electricity, and we live separately at night, so he has enough time to contact him. police."

"What do you think," Mr. Chen asked, "when did he betray us?"

"Maybe after we started fleeing towards the border," Lan Die replied, "maybe earlier. He was in charge of that factory alone, maybe he became an informant for the police long ago."

Mr. Chen looked at Teng Cuo and asked, "He tried to blame you?"

The candy in Teng Cuo's mouth touched his teeth, and there was a sound, and he nodded.

Mr. Chen asked, "Why?"

"He knows I'm a researcher, so he probably doesn't want me to leave the country successfully." Teng Cuo squinted his eyes halfway, "It may also be because he doesn't dare to frame others."

Mr. Chen was silent for a long time, then nodded, seemingly convinced.The raindrops were soaked in the fragrance of tea and fell gently on the back of Teng Cuo's hand.

Mr. Chen finished his tea and said, "It's a pity."

He sneered, "It's a pity that Hou Weikang is dead, otherwise I will solve him with my own hands."

He has vented, and now that gods and Buddhas from all sides are gathered in Zhongliang Village, everyone must have a new position.Mr. Chen waved downstairs, and after a few minutes, two people came up the stairs.

Teng glanced sideways, and his expression changed.

He didn't raise his head, even if his eyeballs were raised upwards, the corners of the raised eyes were sharp.The man was also stunned when he saw Teng Cuo, his expression became fierce in an instant, and he opened his mouth instinctively, but he didn't say anything in the end.

He greeted Mr. Chen, and then couldn't help looking at Teng Cuo.He was wearing a yellow-green combat uniform, with his right hand hanging out from the cuff, black and cold, it was a mechanical hand.

Time and space seemed to be distorted, and the silent confrontation lasted only a few seconds, but it felt heavy and lengthy.Teng Cuo squinted his eyes, bit his words and said, "Yu Xing."

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