This person had appeared in Du Weiguo's mind countless times when he dreamed back at midnight. He was definitely the person he wanted to see the most, no one!
"Molan!"
At this time, she was wearing a black night combat uniform and hiding in an alley about 200 meters away from Mr. Tang's home.
Like a big black cat, she was squatting on the branch of a big tree, using a telescope to peer around with great vigilance. She seemed to be looking for something.
Du Weiguo's heart was agitated at this moment, and he lost consciousness for a moment. His mind went blank for about 3 seconds, and then his figure suddenly disappeared from the place.
Moran was concentrating on monitoring the plants and trees around Mr. Tang's house through the binoculars, carefully searching for someone's figure.
Suddenly, a warning signal occurred in her heart. She reacted quickly and immediately dropped the telescope in her hand. She turned around with her left arm and struck with an elbow. At the same time, she touched her lower back with her right hand, preparing to draw a gun.
To be honest, even Du Weiguo was a little surprised by her quick reaction and fierce counterattack. However, facing Du Weiguo who used the flickering skill, everything was in vain.
In the blink of an eye, she was hit hard on the back of her neck. Her eyes went black and she lost consciousness without saying a word.
When Moran regained consciousness again, she was lying on a comfortable leather couch. She did not open her eyes immediately.
He didn't move rashly or make any noise. Instead, he lay motionless in his original position and sensed his situation.
Fortunately, her hands and feet were not restrained in any way. Except for a slight pain in the back of her head and neck, everything else was normal.
This is a strange environment. The environment here is very clean. There is no peculiar smell in the room. Instead, there is a faint fragrance of vegetation. The owner of the room is tasteful or rich or noble.
There should be no lights on in the room, it was pitch black everywhere, and you couldn't see anything even if you opened your eyes.
Moran opened his eyes, and sure enough, the room was pitch black with the curtains drawn, but Moran was not an ordinary person.
Although she couldn't see it, she still felt very keenly that there was someone else in the room besides her.
At this time, she slowly sat up and gently stroked the aching back of her head. As her mind was racing, Moran suddenly asked with a trembling tone:
"Du Weiguo, is that you?"
"Stab it!"
There was a soft sound, which was the sound of a match being struck. With the faint light of the match, Molan instantly saw clearly Du Weiguo's face, which was obscured by the firelight.
He was still so stern and handsome, but his expression was as cold as frost now, and he no longer had the slightest trace of tenderness in the past. After Du Weiguo lit the cigarette, he shook out the match.
The room once again fell into darkness like ink, and he spoke, his tone cold and hoarse, like thousands of years of ice:
"Where is Zhao Yingnan?"
Upon hearing this, Moran could no longer suppress her aggrieved feelings, and her tears instantly fell uncontrollably.
She gritted her teeth so hard that she even bit her lip. The smell of blood suddenly filled her mouth. She stretched out her hand to wipe away her tears.
He took a deep breath, snorted coldly, tried his best to put on a cold voice and said:
"Zhao Yingnan, oh, I have already killed her. She was killed after she successfully left the country and died in the jungle on the border of Myanmar.
By now there must be no bones left, no bones or dregs left, Du Weiguo, you don’t have to worry about it! "
Du Weiguo exhaled a long breath of smoke at this time, and a huge stone finally fell to the ground in his heart. He saw Mo Lan crying, and from her desperate eyes and death-seeking tone.
Du Weiguo had clearly judged that Zhao Yingnan must be safe and sound. Mo Lan probably felt desperate because he asked Zhao Yingnan the first question.
A desire to die emerged.
No one continued to speak, and the room fell into dead silence. Du Weiguo took a puff of cigarette and rubbed his chin.
He thought again about Moran's behavior outside Mr. Tang's villa just now.
She probably wasn't monitoring Mr. Tang at the time. The distance of more than 200 meters was too far. If any situation occurs, it will be impossible to respond immediately.
Therefore, she and the group of special agents who imprisoned Mr. Tang should not be on the same side. Instead, Moran was guarding against them, based on her behavior at that time.
She must be looking for someone. As for who she is looking for, it goes without saying that it must be herself.
In fact, everything makes sense. Since she is in Hong Kong Island, Moran is a top expert on the secret front, so her sensitivity is naturally extremely high.
Through the Jianghu pursuit order, she could determine that this was Du Weiguo. Combined with the news of Mr. Tang's arrival in Hong Kong in the newspaper, it was not difficult to determine Du Weiguo's true purpose.
If she had taken the opportunity to break away from the other party's organization, she would naturally avoid those special agents, but she still came to find her, because she definitely wanted to help.
After figuring out all the joints, the ice in Du Weiguo's heart melted. It was most difficult to accept the kindness of a beauty. Although he and Molan had different positions and were naturally hostile, Molan had never harmed him!
"Molan, were you looking for me just now?"
Moran's eye circles were red again, but she was very stubborn, or arrogant, and her voice was cold and hard, implying an unconcealable sadness:
"No, I was monitoring Mr. Tang, I was a special agent!"
Du Weiguo saw her expression clearly and sighed silently. At this time, his tone became less harsh:
"Molan, how long have you been here on Hong Kong Island?"
But at this time, Moran just lowered his head, crying silently, and did not continue to speak.
She was so heartbroken that she had no idea of speaking now, she just wanted to die in Du Weiguo's hands and end it all!
At this time, Du Weiguo suddenly put out the cigarette butt in his hand, stood up suddenly, and strode to Mo Lan's side.
In the darkness, Du Weiguo's cold, hard hands, like vise-like pliers, pinched her neck hard.
It was a wrong payment after all!
Tears fell on Du Weiguo's hand. Moran didn't even resist at all, just closed his eyes and waited for death.
But the suffocation and severe pain she imagined did not come. Instead, warm lips with a hint of tobacco and a familiar taste blocked her mouth.
Moran's eyes suddenly opened wide, her brain buzzed for a moment, and she was temporarily absent-minded, but she quickly responded fiercely.
The charming atmosphere soon filled the entire room, and the soul-crushing sounds soon filled the small villa.
A night of fish and dragon dance!
It’s been a long time since I’ve omitted the number of words. We meet again after a long separation and are naturally lingering. I’ll omit 30,000 words below~
It was already dark. On the big bed in the master bedroom on the second floor of the small villa, Mo Lan was curled up tightly in Du Weiguo's arms like a kitten.
There were obvious tears on her face, and she was gently drawing circles on Du Weiguo's chest with her fingers. This was her favorite move.
Moran's voice was already hoarse, probably because she shouted a little too hard just now. Matching her tone, it seemed even more lazy and seductive:
"Du Weiguo, I kidnapped your woman, and I'm still your enemy. Why don't you kill me? Are you reluctant to let her go?"
Du Weiguo raised the corners of his mouth slightly and rubbed her smooth shoulders. He didn't even open his eyes, but said lazily:
"Yes, I really can't bear it."
As soon as she heard this, Mo Lan's defense was broken instantly. She was inexplicably moved. She felt that everything she had done before was worth it, and tears fell from her eyes unconsciously.
She cried again. This was definitely the most she had cried in her entire adult life. Her tears flowed onto Du Weiguo's shoulders, and they were cold and cold.
Du Weiguo opened his eyes, glanced at her, reached out and patted her smooth back gently, his tone still lazy:
"Molan, why are you crying? This is the best ending now. You are out of that damn organization, and we are no longer enemies!"
Moran rubbed his head on Du Weiguo's shoulder, wiped his tears, and then bit down hard.
Her mouth was so fierce that Du Weiguo's arm suddenly felt a sharp pain, and blood flowed down the corner of Mo Lan's mouth.
But Du Weiguo just frowned and endured it. He neither dodged nor pushed her away, and Mo Lan released his mouth.
She licked the blood from the corner of her mouth, with tears in her eyes. She looked at the bloody mark on Du Weiguo's arm and asked in a hateful tone:
"Why don't you hide?"
Du Weiguo looked at Mo Lan, who was wearing pear blossoms and raining rain, with soft eyes. He stretched out his hand to help her wipe away her tears, and his tone was also very gentle:
"I owe you what I owe you, and this is what I owe you!"
Mo Lan softened instantly. She had been completely controlled by Du Weiguo and had no resistance at all. However, she pondered for a moment and asked in a faint voice:
"What about Zhao Yingnan? What should she do? She is in Hong Kong Island now. Do you want to see her?"
Upon hearing this, a complicated look flashed across Du Weiguo's eyes. He pondered for a moment and asked softly:
"She, does she also know that I came to Hong Kong Island?"
Moran rolled his eyes at him angrily and nodded helplessly:
"She must know! Boss, you made such a big noise in Hong Kong Island, it's earth-shattering! Your fatwa has been plastered all over the streets and alleys of Hong Kong Island, how could she not recognize it?"
"Huh, my situation this time is very special, so I won't see her for now. I just want to know that she is safe and sound now."
Du Weiguo frowned, sighed softly, turned over and sat up, picked up a cigarette from the bedside, lit it, and let out a long breath.
Mo Lan took the cigarette from his hand and took a puff. Du Weiguo reached out and smoothed her messy long hair:
"Why do you still smoke?"
"Du Weiguo, I miss you so much! For such a long time, I have been able to survive only by relying on photos and cigarettes!"
Moran said without hesitation that among the women in Du Weiguo's life, she has always been the most calm, passionate and direct in expressing emotions.
Du Weiguo was stroking her smooth long hair with some complicated emotions at this time. His slender fingers passed through the shiny black hair, his movements were gentle and gentle.
Moran was completely immersed in the tenderness at this moment. This was a scene that would only appear in her dreams. She felt that everything was worth it and she had no regrets.
"Molan, how do you make a living on Hong Kong Island now? Have you encountered any difficulties?"
Du Weiguo asked coldly, and Moran exhaled a puff of smoke and gave him a meaningful look.
She smiled, handed the cigarette in her hand back to Du Weiguo, and found a comfortable angle to lean on him again.
Moran's voice has returned to its previous laziness and charm, and his tone is like a coquettish one:
"I used to have some savings from overseas banks. I used this money to buy a small villa in Central. I did nothing for the time being and just sat there and had nothing.
Besides, the world is so chaotic. As a woman, I can’t show my face all day long, and I can’t show my face in a big way now, after all~”
She did not continue, but Du Weiguo immediately understood that the organization she originally belonged to was very active here.
She must not be exposed too much. Once she is targeted, it will inevitably lead to death and endless troubles.
Du Weiguo gently stroked her cheek with his fingers. She was a little thinner now, but she was still as beautiful and charming as a real person.
Du Weiguo put out the cigarette butt in his hand and his tone suddenly changed:
"Molan, are you short of money now? Also, do you have any enemies in Hong Kong Island?"
As soon as she heard this, Moran's eyes suddenly lit up. She turned over and sat up. She didn't care at all that her beauty was exposed. She asked in a teasing tone:
"Why are you asking? Du Weiguo, do you want to support me?"
Du Weiguo also laughed. He took Molan into his arms again and hit her twice on the breast:
"What? Can't I, King Duyan, still not be able to support you?"
At noon, the radiant and contented Moran smiled like a little fox and left the small villa with a calfskin travel bag in his hand.
At 3 o'clock in the afternoon that day, Uncle Wen and Lian Sheng were having afternoon tea at Wen Kee Tea Restaurant in Sham Shui Po, as well as four of his confidants, Ma Zai.
They were attacked by masked gunmen, and all five people were shot at close range by AK automatic rifles, turning them into a hornet's nest. The scene was horrific.
At 5 p.m., Ji Gongde, the leader of the plainclothes team in Sheung Wan, and his men were also attacked when they were sharing illegal money at a sauna.
The gangsters stole more than 400,000 yuan in black money, and none of Ji Gongde and his men were spared.
At 6 o'clock in the evening, when the foreign police chief Smith Dell came to the scene of the crime with the Chinese chief detective Lei Luo.
Encountered a super-long-distance sniper attack, Smithdale was headshot on the spot, and Lei Luo was splattered with brains and blood all over his head and face.
At 7 o'clock that night, in a high-end apartment building in Tsim Sha Tsui, six businessmen from a certain island died inexplicably in the apartment. All of them were killed with a single knife, and their heads were rolling.
At 7:30, in Moran's quiet little villa, she gently put down the phone in her hand, and the corner of her mouth curled up with a touching arc.
After lighting a cigarette, Moran slowly walked to the window, looked at the bright moon outside the window, and murmured in an almost chanting tone:
"It turns out that the unscrupulous King Du Yan is so sharp and terrifying! Now the entire Hong Kong Island, both black and white, are trembling.
Hehe, he is indeed the man I fancy. He is decisive in killing and full of evil spirit. Now I, Mo Lan, have someone to take care of me! "
(End of chapter)
