Yan Zifei ran all the way until he thought he was safe. Then he stopped panting. At a fountain, he washed away the blood stains on his face. The wounds soaked on his face were so painful that he grinned. He turned around and spat hard. "Damn old bastard. Sooner or later, let Master Tian kill you!"

Thinking of the two guys he had hidden, he felt better again.

As a professional thief, he is essentially different from those inexpensive goods in trains, buses, buses, or shopping malls and stations.

He had more than a dozen bosses who had hired him for a long time to retrieve some essential items they needed but could not get. He had also worked with the police several times in private and got some evidence of the suspect being nailed to death. On Daoer, he mentioned his name as a swallow flying, which was quite reputable. He was admired by many fellow brothers. It was quite a bit of the industry boss. As for the waste sect leader who was nailed to the seat and refused to move his nest, he would sooner or later kill him.

To reach this current status, you must have a little taste. The higher your reputation, the higher your requirements for yourself will rise. As you taste, your vision will naturally increase. You are extremely picky. You are too lazy to do something ordinary. The person you take action must be able to make him interested or the employer provides undeniable rewards.

Since his debut, there has been almost no precedent for failure. Because in their career, if you miss it once, you will inevitably have an impact on your heart when you take action next time. This is like the inner demon in practicing kung fu.

This time, the task assigned by the employer was not completed and returned empty-handed. However, strictly speaking, it was not a mistake. Because the thing was not found, and he was very confident in himself. As long as the thing was hidden in the house and he took action, there was no reason not to find it. Unless it was not there at all. As for whether the old man would be buried in the yard, that was even more bullshit. Because that was something that was not knowledgeable and laymen could say.

The courtyard does not look like a wild jungle. The courtyard, including the ground walls and the walls, are all exposed to sun and rain for a long time. The colors are old. Planting in the courtyard, soil on the ground, gaps between strip bluestones laying on the ground, thickness of the mortar on the wall, etc. As long as there is a slight change in any place, it cannot escape their professional vision at this level. Otherwise, it is called a thief!

The thief's eyes are like needles, and they can find any flaws or strange things that ordinary people cannot find.

I didn't find the employer's instructions to find something, but the thief didn't leave, which really made him discover good things, amazing good things.

Without saying a word, pack it and take it away immediately.

A gun! A gun I have never seen before! If you show off with the people on the Tao, you will immediately rise to the age of the Lord from now on!

He felt itchy, but Yan Zifei was not a fool, nor an idiot. He knew very well that if these two things appeared in the capital, they would not be able to keep things safe, and he would definitely die, even the bones would not be left.

Such a rare good thing should be hidden first, tucked in, and wait until you get the right opportunity. After finding a big buyer, you will take it off together.

It’s rare and none of the RMB, but what Yan Ye wants is US dollars.

The more I think about it, the more proud I feel, and I forget the pain on my face.

Yan Zifei has a woman in the capital, who is his fellow countryman. She has been with him for many years and raised a son for him, but his son was sent back to his hometown very early. Although he is very satisfied with his current life, he still doesn't want his son to know that his father is a thief. This is also the only place where he keeps kindness in his heart.

A father is a role model for his son and a target of imitation. He is a thief, but he absolutely does not want his son to be a thief in the future. Not only can he not become a despicable person, but he must also become a superior person.

Yan Zifei paid for his woman to open a clothing store in the city of Tianjin. The business in the store was average, and although he couldn't make much money, it was enough to maintain this daily life, and there was even a little left. In Tianjin, a place that was not much different than the land price difference in Beijing, it was already considered a wealthy class to be able to support a store.

These things don’t matter to Yan Zifei. He doesn’t rely on this to support his family anyway. The main thing is to make a living for his own woman so that he won’t be idle all day long, and if he doesn’t have to worry about anything.

In the middle of the night, he got off the taxi and approached his doorstep, slowed down and began to pay attention to the surrounding environment. This was due to a professional habit. The crisis was forever. Never take it lightly. Although he had worked with the police, he would often remind himself not to believe in people wearing official skins. These people are the most slandered. They are not sure, and they will turn their backs on each other. And their names are outside. They are the targets of high attention from the police.

He didn't notice any abnormality. He just breathed a sigh of relief, but soon raised his heart. His muscles were tightened, especially his legs, and he was full of strength. He was ready to rise up and run away at any time.

He noticed something unusual, and the lights at home were not on!

It is normal for every household to turn off the lights and rest in the middle of the night. It is normal for other people, but not only abnormal for them, but also indicates danger.

No one knew the secret agreement between him and his woman. Don’t turn off the lights at any time at night. Even if there is a power outage, light up the small red lights hanging on the window. Because there is a No. 7 battery inside.

Turning off the lights means reminding him that there is danger. Leave quickly!

Yan Zifei found the signal and did not escape immediately. The reason was that he put the gun here.

You can ignore other things for the time being, but the gun must be taken back. And even if there are a few police officers lying here, they can still evacuate safely after getting the things.

Grieved my teeth and fucked!

He lifted his breath and walked towards his own door.

When I rang the doorbell, there was a rustling sound inside. At the same time, the lights were also on.

Someone inside opened the double-layer security door and saw his woman wearing a pink suspender nightgown. He found nothing unusual.

Yan Zifei said: "What's wrong with you? You are not telling you not to put it off at night..."

Half of his words, the second half of the sentence stuck in his throat. His eyes widened, he stood there with his mouth open, and then his face was ashen and angry.

In addition to his own woman, there were two other people in the living room, two young men of seventeen or eighteen years old.

A woman was alone at home, and in the middle of the night, there were two strange men at home. The woman had naked shoulders, arms, and calves, and only had a suspender nightgown on the outside. She looked wide and loose, and probably was empty inside and had nothing to wear. In this kind of scene, even a man would have to think of going elsewhere.

Yan Zifei was so angry that he trembled all over and laughed in great anger. His laughter was full of madness and extra tyranny. "Damn bitch. I'm fighting to death outside and trying to make money. You're so good, you're stealing a man at home. I'll beat you to death..." As soon as his hand was raised, someone pushed him hard behind him.
Chapter completed!