Nomenclature of Night

The cause of this crisis was that the boss of "White Day" used "A Little Duck" and "Liu Dezhu" twice to act together in He Xiaoxiao's group chat, and caused a huge hatred for Huan Yu, the holder of the demon stamp.

Eventually, the ID of Phantom Feather was exposed, and everyone's defense against Phantom Feather increased.

Although the outside world does not yet know the name of "Bai Sun", they have already determined that this is an organization.

Qing Chen thought many times, what would he do if he were Huan Yu?

Of course, it was to kidnap Hiruto members, and then interrogate information about Hiruto’s “boss”.

For Huanyu, directly inflicting heavy damage to Dayu is not in line with his rules of the game and behavior. Finding the boss of Dayu and letting Dayu’s boss become his slave is the most urgent thing.

Qing Chen dug out the school from the wall calmly.

Not surprisingly, when he had just walked out of school for two minutes, he had already found the trace of the middle-aged man in his vision.

Counting this time, the opponent has appeared inexplicably four times.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, Qing Chen walked in front of him in his school uniform, while the middle-aged man followed silently behind him, always keeping a distance of hundreds of meters.

The middle-aged man wears a Bluetooth headset on his right ear. He is tracking Qing Chen while reporting his whereabouts.

When Qingchen walked into the house of No. 4 Shun Road, the middle-aged man whispered outside: "The target has returned home. His house is on the first floor. There are anti-theft windows on the front and rear windows. You can only exit through the gate. It's pretty quiet. If someone disassembles the anti-theft window, I can definitely hear the movement."

"Standby nearby," a voice came from the Bluetooth headset.

"Understand," the middle-aged man said

At this moment, Qing Chen slowly changed into a suit in the room, and bought clothes that he had never worn.

When he reached the far west, the last afterglow of the sun extinguished in the sky, he gently opened the door of his house, and the moment his right foot stepped out of the door, his face had changed.

When Qing Chen walked out, he passed by the middle-aged man, who was unaware and defenseless.

The attention of the middle-aged people is all focused on the narrow corridor exit.

At the moment when the figures of the two sides crossed, when the sky turned from dim yellow to gray, Qing Chen suddenly stretched out his hand, and accurately removed the Bluetooth headset from the other's ear with his right hand, and put his thumb on the earphone's radio port.

The left hand is like thunder, knocking on the middle-aged man's neck artery.

The middle-aged man slowly collapsed, and Qing Chen gently dragged him back when the opponent's body was just tilted, and helped him home.

Qing Chen slowly closed the door while being vigilant around him. .

No one noticed what happened here, even if there were pedestrians in the past, because Qing Chen moved so fast, no abnormality was found at all.

Qing Chen stood quietly in the dark and glanced at the Bluetooth headset that was in the off-call state.

He now needs to know the name of this middle-aged man.

At this time, Yi's voice came from the phone: "You didn't kill him, did you want to use a puppet on him?"

"Yeah," Qing Chen replied.

"But if you want to interrogate his name so quickly, it may not be easy," Yi said.

"Maybe there is no need to interrogate," Qing Chen said, searching for the middle-aged man, and then found an ID card from the other party...

Just like the identity ID of Lishijie, it is impossible to do without an ID card. Qingchen suspects that this middle-aged man is not a Los Angeles native at all, and he is not a professional killer.

The opponent had no guns, only knives, Qing Chen felt that this was just an ordinary time traveler controlled by Huan Yu.

Therefore, there is a certain probability that the other party's ID card will be brought directly with him.

Of course, if the ID card cannot be found, the only means of interrogation can be used.

The prerequisite for marionettes is to know the name of the person. Qing Chen muttered while looking through the other pockets of the middle-aged man: "One, are there any taboos that can directly know the name of someone else?"

"No, you think too much," Yi replied.

Qing Chen looked at the other party's ID card: Chen Siheng, 37 years old, where his household registration is located, Rongcheng Community, Wenyi South Road, Xiancheng.

Sure enough, it came from a field.

Qing Chen silently guessed that Huan Yu was most likely not a resident of Los Angeles, and the opponent's power root system in Los Angeles was not strong, so he needed to transfer people from outside.

I don't know how many people there are on the other side.

He shook his wrist slightly, but saw the transparent silk thread of the puppet fling out, and it was tightly wrapped around Chen Siheng's left wrist.

In the darkness, the middle-aged man slowly stood up, but his eyes were out of focus.

Qing Chen put the headset on to the other party again, and then controlled the middle-aged man to walk out of the house, standing in the position where the other party was originally monitoring him.

After 30 minutes, there was a voice in the headphones: "Chen Siheng, report the situation."

The middle-aged man said: "Nothing unusual, the other party is still at home."

"Stay on standby."

Qing Chen distinguished the voice on the phone through the puppet.

Yes, it was the voice he had heard on Laojun Mountain.

The young man has a soft voice and lack of breath, as if he is weak.

Magic feather appeared.

This time, the other party is still hiding in the dark and remotely controlling everything.

But Qing Chen was not eager to find the other party, he needs to wait patiently now.

...

...

Los Angeles Foreign Language School ends at 9:40 in the evening.

Liu Dezhu bid farewell to his classmates alone, and then rode his old bicycle into the night.

He rode unhurriedly, his eyes always patrolling around, as if he was looking for something, and he was wary of something.

Not far behind him, there was a taxi following far away.

Kitty sat in the car and looked away. He said to the communication channel: "It's weird. Liu Dezhu seems to have noticed something. He has been looking around. What is he looking for?"

"Could it be related to the dangerous incident in He Xiaoshu?" someone in the communication channel responded.

In the earphones, Lu Yuan's voice sounded: "It has a high probability."

"But," Xiaoying asked puzzled: "Isn't He Xiaoxiao the early warning tomorrow? The other party's plan is tomorrow, and it's not sure who it is for."

"The plan will change, especially the plan that is already known," Lu Yuan said: "Perhaps Liu Dezhu already knows something in advance, or his boss already knows something. Kitty, keep an eye on Liu Dezhu, today There may be gains later."

"Received," Kitty responded.

However, at this moment, Kitty suddenly saw Liu Dezhu stop the bicycle and glanced at the phone.

Immediately afterwards, the other party turned his head and rode towards the taxi he was in.

Kitty slammed on the brakes, but saw Liu Dezhu stop by his car and looked inside through the car window: "You are from Kunlun, right? Have we seen it many times?"

"Ah? What? What Kunlun," Xiaoying still pretended to be nonchalant after being exposed.

"Stop the ink, come with me and call for support!" Liu Dezhu drove out on his bicycle, and the Fengchi tram broke into the night of Los Angeles.

"Road team, road team," Kitty said while shifting gear: "There is a situation on Liu Dezhu's side. It seems that the opponent's target is not him. The target is someone else! Call for reinforcements!"

Yes, the holder of the demon stamp did not intend to target Liu Dezhu from the beginning.

Although Huan Yu didn't know that Liu Dezhu had been promoted to C-level, the problem was that Liu Dezhu was not the only known member of Liu Dezhu's organization. Why did he move Liu Dezhu who was protected by Kunlun all the time?

He has better goals.

At this moment, by the side of the road, Nan Gengchen was carrying his schoolbag about to cross the road and go home.

Tonight, he is leaving school alone, so he looks particularly lonely.

Fortunately, the residence is close to the school, and the community is just across the road.

Nan Gengchen glanced at the phone, Qing Chen did not send a message all night, nor did the other party reply to the message he sent.

There must be something dangerous going on, otherwise how could it be so abnormal.

At the next moment, a black business car drove at speeding like no one and stopped by Nan Gengchen.

For a while, everyone on the road can hear the sound of tires gripping the ground, harsh and oppressive.

With a bang, the rear door opened, and two gangsters wearing black hoods were looking at him coldly.

Nan Gengchen stared at the two people blankly, turned around and ran towards the school behind him.

However, he has only exercised for a few days. Where can these well-trained gangsters run?

"Grass," Nan Gengchen yelled, and he shouted to his classmates who were leaving school not far away: "Help me call the police!"

As soon as the voice fell, his arms were firmly grasped by the criminals.

Nan Gengchen's heart was dark, his heart was finished, where are you, Brother Chen, why are you not around at this critical moment!

No, no!

Nan Gengchen suddenly had some confidence. How could Qing Chen not be there at this critical moment?

These gangsters will die.

This is an inexplicable intuition.

In an instant, Nan Gengchen saw a cloud of blood bursting from his left rear, and the blood mist stained his face, staining his cheeks with a layer of red.

He stood blankly, and at the same time, a huge roar came from afar.

The gunshot was slower than the bullet, indicating that the position where the sniper pulled the trigger was several hundred meters away.

The sense that the bullet has arrived and the gunshot has arrived makes people feel inexplicably different.

The gangster in the driving seat of the black business car roared: "Sniper! Grass, take him in the car, it's a sniper..."

The voice of the gangster stopped abruptly, accompanied by the sound of broken window glass.

Nan Gengchen turned his head to look, but saw that the driver had been killed suddenly in the car and was also shot by a sniper gun.

After just two shots, only one of the three criminals who came to kidnap Nan Gengchen was left.

The crowd on the way to the office had begun to exclaim and fled in all directions.

The last gangster stretched out his hand to get a weapon from his waist, and stubbornly pulled Nan Gengchen's arm, blocking the sniper's trajectory with Nan Gengchen in front of him.

He couldn't understand why there were snipers waiting for them in advance in a place like Los Angeles.

Moreover, what is the difference between the sound of sniper guns coming from a distance and the sound of artillery? !

But before he could continue thinking, the gangster was stunned to see something passed through Nan Gengchen's legs and hit his calf.

His sturdy calf broke at the sound, and his whole body tilted to the left because of a sudden loss of balance.

The next sniper bullet arrived as scheduled, piercing his chest that was no longer blocked by Nan Gengchen!

The sniper bullet, with huge deflection and inertia, directly blasted the criminals out.

These two shots are very risky. At a distance of a few hundred meters, they will directly hit Nan Gengchen whenever they deviate a little. However, this sniper seems to have absolute confidence and does not believe that the bullet will be skewed even by one centimeter!

Nan Gengchen's mind was a little confused at this moment, but he remembered what Qing Chen had said, and he did not stop looking for a shelter, waiting for rescue.

In the night, he noticed that many people in the crowd on the road were moving, running in the direction where the sniper rifle came from.

...

There is a chapter in the evening, a little later.

Thanks for running grasshopper, Huahan soul, cheungwa2002, misslsq4ever, cat who can't program, and Nangong Yuanyu for being the leader of this book, thank you bosses, bosses are good people and have a safe life!

Yesterday, although I asked for leave, the comments made by everyone are touching. I will try my best to repay you with the codeword.