"After leaving the organization, our Zhifeizhen grew up and would rely on men's arms."

The person who came was biting a cigarette between his teeth, wearing a sophisticated black suit, and his gray hair combed with a shiny big back. He was the capital tycoon of the financial industry, Qian San of Shan.

Pisk, who is also the Dark Organization.

At this moment, he looked at the two people snuggling together opposite him and sneered: "Don't you introduce it? Shibao, your little boyfriend's identity?"

Shiba Miyano forced himself to hold on to the soreness caused by the white wine and whispered: "He should be Pisk."

Needless to say, Chen Xing could see the current situation clearly. He just glanced at the silencer pistol in the other party's hand, and rushed forward without any hesitation, waved his hand and slashed out from the air like a knife!

Pisk was startled and subconsciously raised his gun to shoot, but the next second it was the sword energy that was slashed across his chest. The cold breath seemed to penetrate into the chest cavity. The bone-eroding sting made him unable to help but scream and hunched down.

At the same time, Chen Xing turned his head in an instant, and the bullet almost flew over his cheeks, and a sharp sound was heard in his ears.

"It's you..." Pisk's eyes suddenly opened, and the figure in his pupils overlapped with the people in a certain document I had seen before.

Chen Xing was approaching, and when he heard this, he endured the buzzing in his ears, he raised his knees and fell down his elbows.

Pisk groaned, his chest collapsed instantly, he opened his mouth and vomited blood, and the elbow hitting the back of his neck instantly shattered the cervical spine.

Without saying another word, the old man from the organization fell to the ground with his eyes wide open, as if he was unable to understand and unable to believe something.

Shiho Miyano was also a little stunned. He actually killed someone so casually?

"Go away!" Chen Xing grabbed Shiho Miyao's hand.

"Laptop!" Miyano Shibo was stumbled by him, but he had not forgotten to hold the computer and mobile phone on the desk in his arms.

After kicking open the door, Chen Xing turned around and slashed out the sword energy. The precious strong wine immediately shattered and the wine filled the floor.

The next moment, the extremely volatile strong wine was ignited by the cigarettes on the ground, and the whole room suddenly became burning.

Shiho Miyano was pulled away, with a faint street light in front of her, and a fire behind her was soaring into the sky. She couldn't help but look up at the people around her.

His face was stained with ashes from the chimney. Perhaps at night, his eyes were not so bright, but dark and deep. He frowned and his lips were pursed.

She was in a daze and thought to herself that she had handled the destructiveness of the scene just now.

Shibao Miyano lowered his head and his eyes were slightly dark.

"Has he revealed your secret?" Chen Xing asked intentionally.

He wanted her to think that she was afraid that Pisk would reveal her secret, so she couldn't help but kill the killer, not for other reasons.

"No." Miyano Shibao shook his head and said, "He was detained by Officer Megumi before. The police suspected that the computer and mobile phone were left in the wine cellar. I checked it and he had not had time to send a message."

"That's good." Chen Xing breathed a sigh of relief.

Shibo Miyano looked at him, a little reluctant to speak, but suddenly felt a sharp pain all over his body, and he staggered and couldn't help but scream.

Chen Xing hurriedly helped her. Without waiting for her to speak, she watched the girl shrink little by little, and finally turned into a little girl lying in her arms.

Even though he read little, he couldn't help but be stunned.

"Now, I have no secrets in front of you." Haibara Ai raised his eyes and said weakly.

"..." Chen Xing moved his lower lip, his eyes flashed, but he couldn't say a word.

Her tired body and tight and loose heartstrings made Haibara's eyelids dizzy. She seemed to smile, and then fell asleep in his arms.

"I'm sorry." Chen Xing closed his eyes and whispered: "I'm really sorry."

...

When gin and vodka came out of the fireplace, there was already a sea of ​​fire in front of me, and the old man was lying on the ground and lying on his eyes to his death.

They were worried that the other party would leave an ambush after jumping off the chimney, so they did not come down immediately, but instead checked on the rooftop first.

The situation now shows that they were too cautious, Shirley escaped and killed Pisk.

Vodka held her sunglasses and checked Pisk's injuries in a fire, saying, "There are scars on her chest that were scratched by sharp weapons. There are two fatal injuries. One is the cervical spine caused by a severe blow to the back of the neck, and the other is the broken sternum pierced into the heart.

The guy who started the action seemed to be proficient in close combat. Of course, it might be that Pisk is old and capsized in the gutter."

"He fired the gun." Gin noticed the bullet marks on the fireplace and bit the cigarette holder. "I don't know if it was avoided or empty."

"It must be empty," Vodka said.

"I was photographed while killing and posted it online. She was caught, but she did not report her news immediately. Instead, she was entangled by the police. Now she has been killed in the safe room she chose."

Gin sneered and mocked: "This kind of waste is useless even if he lives."

Vodka's sunglasses were shining by the fire, "Brother, it's time for us to leave."

Afterwards, the two left the chimney. When they got into the car, there was a woman waiting in the back seat of the car and was applying lipstick.

"Is things done?" asked Belmode.

Vodka concentrates on driving.

Gin said lightly: "I heard Shirley's trembling breathing in the fireplace, but when I reached the roof, a man saved her and killed Pisk."

"Oh?" Belmode raised his eyebrows.

I was a little curious, but my heart moved slightly, and I inevitably looked like Chen Xing tonight in my mind.

"Do you know who it is?" she asked.

"Only footprints were left on the roof, a little shallow." This was also what Gin was confused about. If we infer from the footprints, the other party might be a woman, but when he pushed open the rooftop door, he vaguely saw a flash of back.

That should be a man.

Unless, it's a very thin man.

But will Shirley fall in love with a bamboo pole that is as thin as a monkey? Gin frowned, not because she was upset, but because she was full of fun.

He is only interested in prey, preferably one that can struggle a little bit.

Belmode chuckled and said, "I'm a little curious about who is getting along with that little girl."

"I'm also interested in what kind of man that woman would like." Gin said coldly: "I really want to see what he will look like when he dies."

Speaking of this, he couldn't hide his anger in his eyes.

"Speaking of this, after Pisk's death, the expression on his face was a little strange." Vodka thought, "It seemed as if it was very surprised."

"I probably didn't expect Shirley to kill him." Belmode said carelessly: "After all, the old guy has a good relationship with that couple."

"It's possible." Vodka nodded and asked, "Then do we still need to continue searching here?"

"It's meaningless." Gin said: "She probably ran away with the man."

Speaking of this, he rolled down the car window, stretched out the window with a cigarette holder, and the brown hair found by the fireplace drifted away with the wind.
Chapter completed!