Chapter 319

Ah Qing, you're ah Qing. Zheng Qing endured the impulse to pour coffee in front of him on his face. He held his arms with his hands, leaned in the backrest without image, and put his feet on the table. The whole looks like a fool.

"I remember the last time you put a gun against my head, that's not what you called, my Nighthawk." Zheng Qing's lips were slightly tilted and his tone was sarcastic.

The waiter came over and was about to ask the guest what to drink. He looked up and was suddenly stunned.

The man said very gentlemanly, "a glass of warm water, thank you."

The young waiter covered his beating heart and stepped back. He had never seen any men in the coffee shop. He had never seen this one.

As soon as I looked up, I suddenly found that all the guests in the cafe had mysteriously disappeared. It was clear that there were a few sporadic guests just now.

The whole cafe is too quiet.

"Again, these superficial women, ah..."

"Ah Qing..."

"Stop, don't call me ah Qing. Since ah Yu died, no one in the world deserves to call me that." Zheng Qing silently added in the bottom of his heart, and the mirror.

The word a Yu seems to be a taboo. At the moment when the voice falls to the ground, there is a suffocating silence in the air.

Zheng Qing hooked her lips.

"Come on, Lord Nighthawk, what advice do you have for me, a 'dead man'?"

Yes, Zheng Qing is now in the system. She is already a dead man.

The rules of the organization, when you have no use value, waiting for you is a dead end.

Like ah Yu.

After decades of dedication, in exchange for such an end, the word freedom is like a big cake painted to them. How ironic.

At the bottom of the eyes, there was a touch of blood. When you looked up again, there was a familiar sneer in the eyes, which showed charming amorous feelings.

With this ugly face, it's a bit strange.

"I didn't let you go against me when I spared your life."

"Oh, do I have to kneel and kowtow to thank you for your kindness of not killing? Have your spring and autumn dream." Zheng Qing is fed up with this day of hiding and never seeing the sun. She tore her face. He also had a share in ah Yu's death. She died. Anyway, Mingjing will continue to avenge her. She believes in Mingjing's ability.

The man put a baby toy on the table. "Do you still recognize this?"

Zheng Qing's pupils narrowed suddenly, slapped the table suddenly, stood up, reached out and grabbed the man's collar, fiercely forced him to ask, "how dare you move my son?"

The man sat there unhurriedly, and his calmness was in sharp contrast to Zheng Qing's impatience.

"Your son is very lovely. Don't worry, he's fine."

Zheng Qing clenched his teeth and roared, "if you dare to touch him, I want you to pay for your life. I will do what I say."

"Ghosts become green luans. Naturally, you do what you say."

Zheng Qing let go a little bit and said with a helpless sneer, "ah Yu and I have devoted our whole life to the organization, but what have we got in the end? Even my last bit of value has to be squeezed out. If you are in business, you must be a successful businessman."

"After Zhao Kang's death, Wu Rumei got all of Zhao Kang's legacy and immigrated abroad last month. After close investigation, it was found that Wu Rumei had close contact with a person six months ago and talked on the phone once a week. This person was good at anti reconnaissance. Unexpectedly, even my top hacker couldn't find this person's information. Who would she be?" The man said slowly.

Zheng Qing snorted coldly, "how do I know?"

"I didn't know when you were so kind. It's really moving for a junior to give advice for the main room." The man's tone is sarcastic.

"Damn it, Zhao Kang. I've always had a clear distinction between kindness and resentment."

"Yes, if he is sold, he has to help the number of people. Zhao Kang rises with the momentum of the Wu family. What capital does he have against the Wu family? The younger son of the Wu family is not a vegetarian."

A stack of documents was thrown in front of Zheng Qing. Zheng Qing picked it up suspiciously. The more he looked, the more iron his face became.

"This Wu Rumei dares to lie to me. It turns out that she is behind the scenes."

Zheng Qing suddenly looked up: "where's the ledger?"

"False."

Zheng Qing, who was fooled for the first time, was in an unspeakable mood. "I'll find her now."

"It's too late."

Zheng Qing slapped on the table: "bitch."

"I've been pregnant for three years. Sure enough, your IQ plummeted after you became a mother."

Zheng Qing glared at him: "it's screwed up. Can madam spare you?"

The wife of Nighthawk's immediate boss, she has never seen her before. She doesn't even know whether she is male or female. Every time the wife gives instructions, Nighthawk assigns them to do it.

She had cunning with Yu Yu, and this lady must be an old woman of menopause, otherwise she would not make complaints about such a strange task.

Before, she always thought that she was in a just organization, punishing evil and helping the needy. Until then, she performed a top secret mission to assassinate a person. The next day, she knew from the TV news that the man who died under her was a good man who was self-restraint, public service and honest.

From that day on, her faith collapsed.

Until later, she entered the entertainment circle, used her identity as a cover, and under the flashiness of drunkenness, she collected all kinds of evidence. Groups of people were taken away, and then a new group of people came. These people were no different from the previous people. They had the same lust for profit and did not distinguish between right and wrong, dragging the mess of the entertainment circle into a deeper quagmire.

At that time, she knew that all justice must make way for interests. I'm afraid this lady is not a good person, and the Nighthawk is also the executioner who helps the tyranny.

But at that time, she and ah Yu were deep in mud and couldn't get away.

That day was ah Yu's memorial day. She drank too much wine, went to the bar to get drunk and had a one night stand with a man. She patted her ass and left. She didn't take this man in mind at all. She just regarded him as a passer-by on the road of life.

Until two months later, she was pregnant.

For the sake of her children, she would rather fight than be the executioner in the cage. She wants to be the qingluan flying for nine days.

She tried to negotiate with the Nighthawk, complete the last task and set her free.

The Nighthawk agreed, but she knew that the lady would not let herself go.

Her end, after all, is only death.

That night in the warehouse, she had been determined to die, but the Nighthawk's muzzle finally hit a passing hare.

Nighthawk let her go at the price of undercover Jiangzhou, waiting for the opportunity.

Therefore, she came to Jiangzhou and remained anonymous until she met Mingjing, a girl inexplicably similar to ah Yu. On this girl, she gradually found out the cause of ah Yu's death.

The sign finally pointed to ran Bowen of Qinglong Club... And this should be the purpose of Nighthawk to let her go undercover in Jiangzhou, but she didn't know what medicine was sold in Nighthawk's gourd, and whether the mirror was a piece on his chessboard or just an accident?

What is the connection between this accident and ah Yu's death?

Zheng Qing became more and more confused. Her brain became a paste. Nighthawk was right. She was stupid three years after she was pregnant. Her brain has become more and more confused since she was pregnant.

"Madam doesn't know you exist." The Nighthawk spoke faintly.

Zheng Qing picked an eyebrow: "it's fun. It turns out that you are not loyal to your wife."

No wonder she dared to brazenly spare her life.

The man was noncommittal, "I know you still blame me for ah Yu's death. There are some things you will know in the future."

"I want to know now, did you kill ah Yu?"

The man's eyes are painful and his masseter muscles are slightly out. It can be seen that his heart is not calm.

"Oh, what do you pretend to be? You didn't kill it, but you gave instructions yourself."

After a long time, the man took out a folded paper from his coat pocket and pushed it in front of her; "Old rule, burn it after reading it. This is the last and ultimate task. If it is completed, I will give you your passport and your son's passport myself." The man got up and left.

"Where's Xue an? I want his life."

"He's dead."

The man kept walking away.

Zheng Qing had a flash in her mind and suddenly stood up, "stop, the woman just now... She..."

The man had opened the door of the cafe and his tall back stepped into the rain.

Zheng Qing murmured, "so she is also your person..."

Opening the paper in his hand, Zheng Qing took out the lighter from his pocket.

The "pa" flame ignites and instantly burns the white paper to ashes.

"I'll bet you one last time."