Yong Zhixu glanced at Tang Xili and saw that she was smiling, and her smile was full of murderous intent and anger. He knew that they had killed the wrong person and the one who escaped was the real one.
"His car broke down, so he can't go far. I'm going to fly the helicopter."
"I can't catch up. Look over there."
Yong Zhixu looked in the direction she said and saw a helicopter flying from the south a thousand meters away, hovering above the car.
In a few seconds, the people in the car grabbed the ladder.
The propellers spun faster and the helicopter flew away with MAX in its arms.
Indeed, I can’t catch up.
Tang Xili curled her lips coldly, took off her sunglasses, pulled off her headscarf, and threw them all on the soft grass.
Afterwards, she returned to the house, squatted beside the corpse, touched its face, and found that it was not makeup, but probably plastic surgery.
"Heh..." She laughed again, "As we get older, we become more cunning. We even know how to use a stand-in."
He also made a feint to the east and made some noise in the basement, making her think he was hiding in the basement.
"So cunning..." Tang Xili walked around the room and found that there were double toothbrushes and towels in the bathroom. It was obvious that she had been living with a substitute for a long time.
I've been on guard for a long time.
Yong Zhixu searched the bedroom to see if there were any clues.
Soon, he found an old photo in the bottom drawer of the bedside table.
It is a group photo taken in 2005. There are 38 people in the photo, young and old, male and female. The background of the photo is in an ancient castle with red velvet ceiling cloth and copper candlesticks, which is very retro.
Except for the young MAX on the far left in the back row, the others all have pure European looks, with fair skin and big eyes.
On MAX's right is a young brown-haired woman, holding MAX's arm. The way they stand, they seem to be a couple.
Yong Zhixu stared at the photo and frowned. Isn't this the Morgan family?
The bearded old man sitting in the middle was the previous head of the Morgan Consortium. He passed away two years ago, and the new head has not been announced yet.
What is the relationship between this MAX and the Morgan family?
Yong Zhixu continued to search, but found nothing.
He handed the photo to Tang Xili, "Yangyang, look at this."
Tang Xili had fought with the old man of the Morgan Consortium in the business world. As soon as she took the photo, she recognized it as a photo of the Morgan family.
She had been investigating for so long but hadn't been able to find out his identity, but today she unexpectedly got some results. Tang Xili's mood suddenly brightened. "It wasn't all in vain. The monk may run away, but the temple cannot."
She went to the kitchen, unplugged the gas pipe, and quickly pulled the man out of the house.
After walking to a certain distance, he raised his arm and fired a shot backwards without looking back.
"Bang--"
The bullet flew into the room through the window glass, detonating the natural gas. The house exploded in an instant, and huge tongues of fire jumped out from the blown-off doors and windows, violently engulfing the house.
Tang Xili didn't even look at it, put the gun into the wallet on the outside of her thigh, and started walking towards the city.
This is a remote suburb, with no taxis or buses, so we can only walk.
Yong Zhixu looked around and saw someone riding a bicycle coming to check the explosion a hundred meters away. He thought of something, took out a few wrinkled 100-euro bills from his suit trousers, and walked towards the man.
Tang Xili, who was in front, didn't hear anyone following her. Instead, the footsteps were getting farther and farther away. She was a little confused, "What are you doing?"
She turned around and saw the man communicating with a local, and then the man happily gave him the bicycle.
The autumn wind made the small woods on both sides of the road rustle.
The forest is full of colors and the sky is as clear as a mirror.
The white clouds drift away with the wind.
The man rode a second-hand bicycle that he had spent a huge amount of money on, came to Tang Xili, put one foot on the ground, supported himself on the ground, and patted the back seat in a heroic manner, "Get on, Third Brother will take you home."
Tang Xili took a look at the back seat. It had a shelf and could be used for sitting, but foreign traffic laws stipulated that bicycles could not carry passengers.
“They’ll be stopped by the traffic police.”
Yong Zhixu chuckled, "Are lawless lunatics also afraid of traffic police?"
Tang Xili sat down and said, "Let's go. Since I am an outlaw, I am definitely not afraid."
This title cannot be earned in vain.
It must be carried out to the end.
Yong Zhixu took her hands, lifted them up, and wrapped them around his waist, "Hold tight."
Tang Xili raised an eyebrow and hugged tightly, "Let's go."
Yong Zhixu gripped the handlebars again with both hands and drove Tang Xili towards the city.
Twenty minutes later, they returned to the hotel and left the Faroe Islands in the same helicopter they had come in.
In mid-air, Tang Xili leaned lazily behind the driver's seat and glanced at her watch. It was 11 o'clock in the morning.
"Want to get home before dinner?" she asked suddenly.
The man sitting in the driver's seat of the helicopter glanced at her sideways and said, "No, don't think I can't guess what you want to do."
Tang Xili's eyes were full of interest. "What do I want to do?"
Yong Zhixu gripped the joystick and turned left. "You want to fly your supersonic fighter across the Eurasian continent and take me back, right?"
Tang Xili glanced at him and said in a teasing tone: "Did you secretly implant a chip in my brain?"
How can you guess everything?
Yong Zhixu looked at the vast blue sea below and said, "I'd like to implant a chip in your brain so that I can know when you miss me."
Tang Xili was amused by him, turned around and pushed his shoulder, "It's okay, I promise, I will never let the two of us get killed in the explosion."
If she doesn't even have this ability, then her training is in vain.
The man's attitude remained firm, even a little tough, "Don't even think about it!"
Although the performance of that fighter plane was far superior to those of European countries, it was very dangerous. If they made a mistake, there would be no chance of survival for the two of them.
It’s just the Mid-Autumn Festival, can it be more important than life?
Tang Xili let out a casual "tsk" and said, "You're in charge of me now?"
"If I don't care about you, who am I to care about? Let you go crazy? Then who knows when you might end up getting yourself into trouble?"
"Haha..." Tang Xili was amused by him again. She stretched her head over from behind the seat, rested her chin on his shoulder, and stared at his handsome profile.
"Your grandfather is right. With your mouth, it would be a shame if you didn't go to the United Nations."
Speaking of the United Nations, Yong Zhixu was helpless. "Grandpa is serious. The transfer order is on the way. In three months, I will join the United Nations and become the secretary of my mother, Minister Lin."
Tang Xili was a little incredulous, "Is he really transferred to the United Nations?"
"When I get back, I'll talk to the old man and ask him to withdraw the transfer order."
After going to the United Nations, it would not be so convenient for him to see her again.
As he was speaking, Mr. Yong called.
Yong Zhixu answered the phone.
The old man's voice came with a sense of authority, "Where is the person?"
It's already noon, and there's no one around.
"Atlantic."
"The Atlantic Ocean? Why don't you say you're shoulder to shoulder with the sun in the sky?"
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