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After the plane took off, Cheng Ling went to the bathroom to wash off the blood, and when he came out, he was still covered in moisture.

Zhong Zhe was sitting in the living room watching the live TV broadcast. In the current affairs news broadcast by the wireless news station, the scene of the explosion and crash of the Tsing Ma Bridge was constantly switching.

Seeing Cheng Ling coming out, he turned to him, "I've watched a few classic Hong Kong movies, but I never thought I could be the protagonist once."

Zhong Zhe's self-mockery made Cheng Ling relax a lot, and it was rare for him to be in the mood to pick up on him, "The bathroom is fine, the full-size kitchen with double ovens passed by on the plane would probably surprise anyone. Mr. Zhong said Picky and capable, you just tell me what movie you want to act in, and you are guaranteed to have a lot of scripts lined up for you to choose."

He looked at Zhong Zhe, his hair was blown loose by the wind, and his body was covered with a slightly messy white shirt, but it didn't damage his appearance at all, but quietly added a bit of temptation to people's hearts.

Probably this face alone can drive the public crazy.

Zhong Zhe stood up with a smile, "It's my turn to wash it. You do it yourself."

When he reached the door of the living room, he suddenly turned around and said, "Is it going to end badly if it's done like this? Fortunately, the civilians were all slightly injured."

Cheng Ling looked at him and said firmly, "It's okay, as long as you don't go abroad, the logistics team can take care of it."

When Zhong Zhe came out, the two got back on track and discussed the current situation.

"You said that the people who attacked us on the bridge today are not the same people who ambush us at the hotel that day?"

"I have checked the dead body of the motorcyclist, and there are only ordinary tattoos on his body, not the special red bird pattern." Cheng Ling paused, and then added: "The ordinary tattoos are very similar to those commonly used by gang organizations. Most likely gangsters for hire, just doing things for money."

Just as he was talking, Cheng Ling felt his phone vibrate, and he took it out to look at the screen, "The support team moved quickly, and we have already found out that it is indeed a local gang force. It seems that the people who attacked Hetu have a good way of doing things. After failing to succeed, I simply hid behind the scenes this time."

Night fell quickly, and after dinner, the two of them immersed themselves in their research.

In the middle of the night, Cheng Ling got up and saw Zhong Zhe rubbing the back of his neck with his hand, obviously he had been working at his desk for a long time.

He watched silently for a few seconds, stepped forward and grabbed Zhong Zhe's backward right hand, and straightened it up.

Zhong Zhe was slightly stunned, there was a rattling sound of cartilage in the joint of his right hand, and bursts of numbness went all the way up the shoulder and neck.

"Give me your left hand."

Zhong Zhe stretched out his left hand subconsciously, and was caught and stretched upwards.

"Relax." Cheng Ling's deep voice enveloped Zhong Zhe from the head, "Don't strain your shoulders and neck, keep your head straight."

He pulled Zhong Zhe's hands into several poses, and then the numbness and numbness spread all over his shoulders, neck and arms. The physical stimulation almost made Zhong Zhe cry.

He made a shallow noise of patience.

Cheng Ling pressed Zhong Zhe's hands with his left hand, leading him to lie prone on the desk, forcing him to straighten his spine and face him.

He used the other hand to accurately press the acupoints, and switched gestures from time to time, using his broad and powerful palms to massage away the tense muscles in his back.

When the soreness, numbness and pain of the massage reached the extreme, a shock like an electric shock rushed from the tail of the vertebrae all the way to the top of the head, and then the crispness flooded the limbs and bones like a flood. When he touched his lips, it was time to let out a few indecent hums.

It's never been so loose to the bone.

Cheng Ling could sense the changes in Zhong Zhe's body from his subordinates without needing to make a sound, and knew that the massage had achieved the desired effect.

He immediately let go of Zhong Zhe and said, "You didn't sleep too much last night, and you were overly nervous during the day. You still have a few hours to fly to England. Go sleep for a while."

Zhong Zhe sighed, nodded, got up and walked to the bedroom, reminding Cheng Ling while walking, "The sofa is opened to the bed, if you want to rest, let Linda make the bed for you."

Linda is Zhong Zhe's personal flight attendant, a middle-aged lady with excellent professionalism.

Six hours later, the Bombardier 7500 was parked at Cambridge Airport.It was already four o'clock in the morning, Zhong Zhe and Cheng Ling sat side by side in the back seat of Ghost, and the roads in the English countryside were pitch black in the mist.

After the car drove through the symbolic stone arched gate of the manor, it passed through the grass, circled a large circle along the lake, and stopped on the garden path at the back door of the ancient house.

Before the engine was turned off, several cheerful King Charles Spaniels surrounded an old man and flocked to the car body.

The driver opened the car door, and the lively beagles pounced on Zhong Zhe's ankles.

Zhong Zhe picked one up, got out of the car and greeted the old man, "This is my guest, surnamed Huang." He turned to Cheng Ling and said, "This is my housekeeper, also surnamed Zhong, we all call him Mr. Zhong .”

Cheng Ling had already noticed that the old man was of Chinese mixed race.

He nodded to greet the other party, and looked up at the ancient house in the night. Even in the dim light, he could vaguely see the majestic outline of the mansion, and only a little light came through the scattered windows.

Zhong Zhe looked at the old house with his gaze, "The family bought it from a bankrupt nobleman in the 19th century. We don't live in it at night, and only do activities there during the day. Let's go, I'll show you around in the morning in."

Cheng Ling turned around and followed Zhong Zhe up the forked path of the garden, passing through the lush trellis, in front of him was a large rose garden, and behind the garden a beautiful three-story gray and white building stood in the warm light and shadow.

A typical Victorian house, soft and elegant, revealing the warmth of the residence.

"Here it is, what do you think?"

Zhong Zhe asked with a brisk smile, the beagle in his arms was sniffing Cheng Ling with its wet nose.

"Very beautiful." Cheng Ling affirmed.

After the two entered the house to rest, they met again in the breakfast room. At this time, the morning light was already bright, and the mist had gradually receded.

"The other party will not give up easily." Cheng Ling held the coffee cup and concluded, "Even if the flight information is blocked with organizational power, as long as this is where you usually live, the other party will arrange eyeliners nearby, and they should be able to find us soon. .

From confirming the news to organizing enough armed forces to attack, counting from today, the opponent will not act until two days at the earliest. "

"So, we have about two days left."

Cheng Ling nodded, "Yes. We need to be prepared before this. This place belongs to Cambridgeshire, and it's not considered remote. If there is too much commotion, a large number of police will arrive soon. There are mostly small roads around and it is difficult to retreat. , so they either choose to sneak attack, or choose to swarm in for a quick fix."

"What about your judgment?" Zhong Zhe made up his mind to listen to Cheng Ling.

"The possibility of a sneak attack is low. There is no strategic advantage for the enemy here. They are not familiar with the terrain and environment of the manor. Besides, the last ambush on the peninsula failed. I am more inclined that they will choose a quick battle with multiple people. Guaranteed Mission accomplished."

Zhong Zhe looked at Cheng Ling, "Then, what shall we do?"

Just as Cheng Ling was about to speak, a servant brought out a sumptuous breakfast from the kitchen and walked towards them.

When the things were finished, Cheng Ling looked at the back of the male servant leaving and said, "People here are probably going to have a long vacation."

Zhong Zhe immediately understood what he meant, nodded and said, "I will let Mr. Zhong arrange it. There is really no need to put them in danger. Those people have no regard for human life."

The sound of bullets flying across the bridge still echoed in his head.

"Are you afraid?" Cheng Ling turned to the person in front of him.

The sun was shining on Zhong Zhe's shoulders and neck, making those Xuan Che's eyes brighter and brighter.

He looked straight back at Cheng Ling, with a little smile on his face, "My Dear David, I don't think anyone can hurt me beyond you."

Cheng Ling lowered his eyelids and responded silently.

After a while, he said: "Before sunset tomorrow, all the people left in the house must get ready."