Chapter 210: Lucky

Mixue'er never looked up at the road. She still fiddled with her cell phone and lowered her head to walk to the back street of the bar. A tall stalker followed Mixue into the alley. When Mixue'er took the fourth step at the entrance of the alley, she suddenly jumped horizontally to the side, as if she had bypassed something and then continued to move forward.

The tall tracker chasing behind him was overjoyed when he saw no one in the alley. Because of Mixue'er's pause, the two were much closer to each other. The tall tracker quickly turned his head left and right, confirming that there was no one around. It was when the urban management took action. He jumped and rushed towards Mixue'er... and then he disappeared from the ground.

This alley is the back alley of the bar.

When Mixue'er jumped horizontally, An Feng, who locked her with a super-vision feeling, was also startled. When Mixue'er walked over as if nothing had happened, An Feng quickly searched for the ground. Then, he found that the place where Mixue'er jumped horizontally was a well ditch cover only one step away from the jumping point. But the color of the well ditch cover was a bit abnormal. An Feng was thinking about what was different. A tall stalker suddenly stepped on the strange well ditch cover, giving An Feng a clear answer.

An Feng finally knew where the well ditch cover was abnormal.

The well ditch cover is not a real well ditch cover, it is a thin wooden board.

If you look closely, you can also find that there are two dull red warning lights on the ground on the left and right sides of the thin wooden board. The thin wooden board seems to be made of triple board material. If you are careful to walk over, you can walk safely from above without bumping or tripping. However, if you jump onto the triple board with all your strength like a tall tracker, the result is... Undoubtedly, the tall tracker crashed into the manhole with a "click" and irresistible.

But Mixue'er was always as if no one was around when she walked. Her eyes were on her phone and her ears were stuffed with headphones to enjoy the music. The "click" sound around her did not surprise her. She did not look back and continued to walk into the alley as usual at the original speed, and then stuck her employees on a door and brushed it. Suddenly, the guard inside the door pushed open the door, complaining that Mixue'er was late again, etc.

Mixue took off one of the headphones and apologized to the other party and said, "Have the sewer in our bathroom been repaired? I just seemed to have heard something, right? It sounded broken from the direction of the well ditch cover. Madil, if you are free, go over and check the well ditch cover."

The man who opened the door disagreed: "Haha, that's not my responsibility. My responsibility lies in the door. I'm in the door. Outside the door, even if the sky collapses and the earth is broken, I can't take care of it. But don't worry, this is the alley behind the bar. There is no house in this alley, only we will take out the garbage. Except for us, who would get into this alley? Did you hear it wrong just now? Come in quickly, you were three minutes late, and the boss is already angry..."

Indeed, not everyone likes to drill into this hidden alley, for example, An Feng did not follow him into this alley - he is extremely grateful for this now.

But how could Mixue'er magically bypass the manhole cover? Is it true that some people can naturally see all directions and see the road ahead while looking at their phones? This seems a bit difficult. It seems to have nothing to do with IQ.

An Feng turned around and entered through the front door of the bar. When he entered, there were not many people in the bar. On the stool opposite, Joseph waved to him. At this time, two women were already sitting beside Joseph. A man in the bar held a wine glass in his hand and walked towards Joseph's seat with a smile on his face, as if he was about to pick up a conversation and was about to join the table.

You know, Joseph is not bad in appearance. Now she has long golden hair and a ponytail tied behind her head and flicked it. Although her figure is a little thin and her chest is not tall. Overall, her appearance is still as good as a shy, shy office intern with a medium-sized appearance.

The two ladies sitting on the same table with Joseph seem to be of the same type. They both seem to have just left school and are full of adolescence curiosity, ignorance, shyness, and fearlessness.

Overall, the three women have good facial features. Although they are not very outstanding beauty, youth is also a kind of beauty. Three women of equal youth sit together, and the men in the bar want to come and chat with them... An Feng can understand.

When An Feng sat down, Joseph introduced to the two women: "This is my boyfriend Carson..."

At this time, the man who had just brought the wine glass had already met up successfully. He sat down at the table and ordered a glass of mint wine for each woman on the table. He started to participate in the chat. When An Feng sat down, he looked around and found that the seat he was sitting at was the most suitable for observing the bar. It was not far away or near, and it was very hidden. I don’t know if Joseph was sitting here, and whether the other two girls were later or the other.

But this was nothing. An Feng called the hospitality and ordered a cold drink for everyone on the table, and he called a cup of Martini. He reached out and hugged Joseph, and hugged Joseph like a normal man and woman in love, and started chatting with him.

Mixue'er has already changed into the dress of a little girl in the wine, and is selling wine on the water signs one by one on the table. She often records the needs of the guests, then returns to the bar to check out and receive the drinks she ordered from the bar. Walking in the bar, she carries a small basket or holds a tray, with light and flexible movements. From time to time, she also avoids the guests' salty and wet hands and safely delivers the drinks she ordered to the table.

The bar is not large, with about twenty or less than thirty tables. There are two more wine girls like Mixuer.

Joseph covered An Feng's movements. While An Feng used the camera lens hidden on the glasses frame to scan the portraits and scene arrangements in the bar one by one, he was chatting with the people on the table without saying a word.

In just a moment, another man successfully met him, and the whole table turned into three men and three women.

The British gathered together to chat, and they didn’t talk about family, income, and work. They talked about teams, their travel plans, the animal world, and global warming, etc. Everyone talked irrelevantly, and time passed quickly. In a blink of an eye, five or six beer went down, and three or four glasses of strong wine were consumed. So An Feng reached out to greet the wine girl.

Unfortunately, every time I come, it’s not Mixueer... However, An Feng firmly believes that this is an accident.

The guests in the bar changed wave after wave, and the actors on the stage performed wave after wave... Well, it turns out that Michelle and two other tea girls are also guest actors. Michelle performed pole dance, she danced very skillfully, but that's all. Apart from seduction, she has no other artistic nature.

It was midnight. The couple at the table felt that they had a good time and said goodbye with their arms around each other. The remaining couple was obviously out of shape. The female companion at the same table changed one male companion after another. The man was already a little confused, but he still did not choose a partner tonight.

An Feng and Joseph could not wait any longer, so An Feng reached out to say hello and decided to leave in advance. Argyle and Roger each drove on the street not far away. An Feng and Joseph immediately went their separate ways after leaving the bar. An Feng got into Roger's car, and Joseph got into Argyle's car - she would go back to Michelle's dormitory to wait.

At this time, the fat girl had already analyzed the surveillance information for tonight. The two miserable stalkers, one tall and one short, had their identities been found. The fat girl, whose eyes were red, whispered to the computer screen: "These two are habitual stealing. They are unstable in their work. They are occasionally employed by private detectives, responsible for investigating unfaithful young women, cheating men, lost children, etc. They are all small jobs and cannot make a lot of money.

In addition, they also transport small items for the underworld, oh, not drugs. Their level is very low and they can't do big things... If you want to know their employer, you may need further contact, because these two people do not have social security and do not have bank cards linked to social security... I need to know their bank card number, phone number and home address."

An Feng immediately called Joseph back: "Joseph, there is a guy in the manhole cover in the alley behind the bar. I don't know if he crawled out of the gutter now. Joseph, you have left these two people to you, can you deal with it?"

Joseph laughed: "Boss, I'm a karate black belt, Taekwondo yellow belt, a total of 10 levels), look at me."

Time slowly passed until midnight, and the bar guests came out in waves. After midnight, Mixue'er also walked out of the back alley. She still walked out of the back alley and changed into a set of clothes she wore when she came. She didn't take the bus, walked out of the back alley and enjoyed the windows along the street.

This is a habitual thief who is well aware of "rabbits do not eat grass by their nests". An Feng believes that Mixueer will not commit crimes around the bar, so she appreciates the actions of the windows along the street, probably to analyze the trends and provide reference for her future theft.

There were not many people on the street, in groups of three or three. Mixue'er, who was hot-shaped, was walking on the midnight street. From time to time, men whistled at her, but she ignored her and heard nothing. But at this time, An Feng suddenly saw a man in his forties, pale complexion, quietly through the glass window in front of Mixue'er, using the window to reflect the light. The man was behind his right hand, with no expression on his face.

An Feng jumped up, grabbed a windbreaker and draped it over his body. He put on light makeup for himself in a few seconds, and pushed open the car door and jumped down. At this time, Mixue'er had already crossed past the pale man. Mixue'er held a cell phone in her hand and looked like she was taking pictures of the window at any time. When the pale man passed by, his right hand moved to the front of him again - this time, An Feng saw clearly, the other party was holding a pistol in his right hand, and the barrel was twisted with a silencer. The gun body was old, and the sleeve of the silencer was a little mottled.

An Feng quickly caught up with the tracking position - at this time Mixue'er was walking in the front, still walking and stopping; the pale man had already stuffed his hand into his suit pocket and walked very slowly. When Mixue'er suddenly turned and paused, the man would stop at a distance of one or two steps, observing the pedestrians on the road.

When An Feng surpassed this pale man, his hand had already taken out of his windbreaker. A brand new aviation curved ruler appeared on his hand, and a silver-bright, fashionable and new muffler was twisted on the barrel. When he passed by the pale man, the muzzle raised slightly. Then, the pedestrians could hardly hear the sound of gunfire, only the clanging sound of the bullet casing falling to the ground. But An Feng had a good chance of shooting. Just as a car drove across the street, in the darkness of the headlights, An Feng pulled the trigger. Although the sound of the bullet casing falling to the ground was a bit crisp, the pedestrians heard only the sound of wheels. Occasionally, a few people looked around and found that there was no screaming on the street, nothing unusual, and everything was so peaceful. So they continued to bury their heads and walk their own way.

After the bullet shell fell to the ground, An Feng took a step forward and supported the pale-faced man like an acquaintance. He pulled the other party's gun, gently leaned the other party's body against a tree, and then patted the other party's face intimately, saying a few words of comfort and farewell in his mouth, probably "going all the way" and so on. While speaking, An Feng touched the other party's wallet.

Mixue'er was still jumping on the road ahead without looking back at all. An Feng was a little far away from her, about half a street. Mixue'er suddenly jumped to the middle of the road. An alarm next to her sounded twice, as if Mixue'er was hit by her, and then the street returned to peace.

An Feng lowered his head and took out his ID card from the gunman's wallet, and scanned the gun number of the other party's pistol. After the signal was transmitted, the fat woman immediately began to search wildly. After a while, she praised loudly: "Boss, Yu Dehao. This person is a professional killer, from Hessen, Germany. His father is a veteran assassin, and his mother seems to be involved in several assassinations... I suspect this guy comes from a killer family."

At this moment, An Feng suddenly noticed something moving in front of him. He looked up suddenly and could no longer see Mixue'er's figure on the street. Then, the car that had just called the alarm lighted up and the engine rang. The car hit the vehicle in front without hesitation, then reversed and hit the bumper of the rear car, quickly twisting out of the parking ranks. The engine roared, and it could be seen that the accelerator was stepping on the bottom. The car accelerated very quickly and drove quickly towards An Feng. An Feng had only time to see the person behind the steering wheel. The car had quickly passed by him.

Only then did An Feng remember that after Mixue'er left the bar, she had more silk gloves on her hand... Of course, An Feng often wore gloves. The purpose of wearing gloves was to avoid leaving fingerprints. It seemed that Mixue'er had already made up her mind to steal a car and go home when she went out.

But the bar is not far from Mixuer dormitory, at most ten minutes drive.

Roger, who was responding, had already seen this situation from the monitor. He laughed and drove to pick up An Feng. In the car, An Feng took out the killer's ID and scanned it clearly. On the other party's bank credit card, An Feng also found two clear fingerprints.

The fat girl then began to crack the killer's personal password... Of course, the money in those credit cards belongs to everyone, and this can only blame the killer for being unlucky, but a question then emerged in front of everyone - who wants to kill Mixueer? Who is tracking Mixueer? Just now he was just a tracker, why did he send the killer now? Are the two groups of people the same boss?

An Feng found the discarded car near Mixuer's house. The audio device on the car had been pried off, and the door where the driver was sitting was half-closed. When An Feng passed by, three bad boys were removing the tires and unloading the seat bag. It seemed that Mixuer stole the car herself and deliberately half-opened the car door to lure others into committing crimes, leaving others to take the blame.

I felt that I was catching up with Mixueer who was moving near Mixueer's house. Mixueer's handbag was always so bulging. I guess this time the handbag contained the audio pried off from the car. Mixueer walked lightly and was full of energy.

Roger parked the car on the side of the road, and An Feng jumped out of the car in front of the door of Mixueer Apartment Building. At this time, the lights were on the stairwells of the apartment building one by one. It was the rising elevator that made the induction light lights light up. An Feng quickly glanced at the building facing Mixueer Apartment. He walked a few steps quickly, jumped in the air, leaping on the rainproof eaves of the hallway, and then jumped a few times quickly, and drilled in from the third floor stairwell. When he jumped into the corridor and landed on his feet, Joseph's voice sounded softly: "I found him. The guy in the gutter was in a coma with a high fever and he was still in the gutter. I took his wallet and cell phone..."

The lights on the opposite hall stopped flashing, as if the elevator had stopped. An Feng ordered the fat woman at the far end: "Enlarge the lens and transfer the image to my lens."

The image on the lens is constantly enlarging, but from An Feng's perspective, he can only see the feet walking in the corridor. These feet flashed away, and An Feng jumped up and quickly climbed to the roof of the building. When he rushed up to the platform on the roof, the light in Mixueer's room happened to light up. At the same time, he saw the front edge of the building, which was more suitable for observing the location of Mixueer's dormitory.

An Feng's movement was very light. The fire staircase in the building was open. After he looked at the landing point, he immediately turned over and landed lightly on the ground. His clothes did not make any noise. At this time, the black shadow squatting there had already picked up a sniper rifle and aimed at Mixue'er's window. For a moment, the man lowered his gun dejectedly, stretched out his fist and smashed it in the air twice. An Feng's eyes blinked, and he felt like he quickly entered Mixue'er's room. It turned out that there was a man in Mixue'er's room. He was hugging Mixue'er tightly. At this moment, his back was facing out of the window, just blocking Mixue'er's body tightly.

The black shadow raised the gun again, but at this moment, An Feng had already taken out the gun. He swung his hand, and two slight coughs, and two hot bullets fell silently on his head. The black shadow tilted his body and fell softly to the spot.

One of the two bullets drilled into his temples, the other drilled into his brain from his neck, directly breaking the cervical spine - An Feng used the German killer's pistol.

The lights in Mixue'er's room went out. An Feng walked over silently, picked up the killer's gun, took off the magazine, then pulled open the chamber, exited the bullet in the chamber, loaded a special bullet, and fired a shot at Mixue'er's window.
Chapter completed!