Chapter 1225 Is Qin Hongfei really here?
"No." A young man came out and objected, "Brother, I'll go for you. Don't object. Kengen Baiqishi doesn't treat us as individuals at all. Once you go and something happens, what's left of us?" The next brother can only let Bai Qishi flatten and round him and let him abuse him. This time, I can't change anything, but at least I can act according to the situation. "
The bald black man stared at his younger brother, clenching his fists for a long time before he loosened his fists in compromise, "Okay, you go."
The list of No. 10 people was handed over to Bai Qishi! Shalote itself was in China, and the black brothers wanted to enter - it took them three days to land at Qin City's airport, and then transferred to Qinhuai Street Station.
The people arranged by black people are all disguised Asian faces and all speak fluent Chinese! In order to prevent being too distant and causing suspicion, he took the initiative to talk to someone in Chinese and asked for directions. Then he walked out of the station smoothly and arrived near the place where the Qin family used to live. Naturally, there was no one left after the people moved away.
Xia family——
There is some distance between the Xia family and the Qin family!
This person came to the vicinity of the Xia family, and then discovered that the so-called Xia family was just a brick house. There were three people living in the Xia family, a friend Xia who had suffered a stroke, an old lady Xia who sighed all day long, and a good-for-nothing son Xia Shirong. !
The man walked around the tile-brick house a few times, and suddenly he saw a man walking out. His legs were limping, and he suddenly looked like the person in the photo. It was Xia Shirong. He seemed to be about to go out - where He looked like he was sick and needed to be taken care of, but he went out to buy something and brought it into the house when he came back.
So Qin Hongfei is really not on Qinhuai Street?
The lurking person stared and pondered secretly, and kept watching for two more days just to be cautious. After two days, he found that Xia Shirong came in and out frequently. He basically just bought things when he went out and put them in the house - day after day.
As expected, Qin Hongfei is not here——
He was thinking in his heart! Unexpectedly, the intelligence gathering went more smoothly than expected, he thought, and was about to evacuate. At this moment, Xia Shirong came out, and when he walked to the door, he accidentally fell down and screamed. The lurking person saw After taking a look, he laughed in his mind that an idiot could fall while walking on flat ground. The next moment, he suddenly felt very grateful to Xia Shirong, an idiot who fell on flat ground.
Because in a brick house!
A figure walked out - the figure was wearing a T-shirt, trousers, a long military green trench coat, and a mask, with only the eyebrows showing on his face!
But those eyes—
After the lurking person realizes what he has seen! A little excited, Qin Hongfei is really here? ? ! He cautiously stopped and continued to stare at the person who had not shown up. He watched the person walk to Xia Shirong and squat down, thinking that she was going to reach out to help her, but in the end, she asked him to walk aside and not to get in the way. It was really special. So vicious.
Qin Hongfei only showed her face and looked around, and then people appeared from all directions that she had not seen at first. Judging from the clothes, it was the person arranged by Zhou Ming——
Knowing that these people are very keen, the lurking people retreated immediately.
A few hours later, relevant news was sent to Bai Qishi. Qin Hongfei was indeed on Qinhuai Street!
And in the Xia family's brick house.
'Qin Hongfei' expressionlessly took off her mask, put on her glasses, took another sip of water, then walked to a computer and stared at the picture above. The picture was cut into many, and one of the pictures was clearly It was the person at the station who lurked in before and thought he was considerate and calm.
