The Last Mecha

Chapter 177
Wu Gou felt that this thing would be lost, most likely Russell did it on purpose, otherwise he would not be able to send someone who could be knocked over by Jiang cobbler to deliver the goods.

There are probably only three types of people who want this memory core, the Xia people who participated in the smuggling of Qi metal in the city council, or the former's political opponents, and the party investigating the matter.

From the possible vicious consequences of this matter, the former two are more likely.

He didn't hesitate, this thing is a hot item in his hands.

Mr. Jiang who fled outside is even more unstable. God knows when he will be caught.

If something happened to him, Mrs. Jiang's head would be burned within half a day. If the memory core could not be found, who would guarantee that the Wu family would not be involved?

It took Wu Gou only a cup of tea to pry the secret out of her mouth, and he could find himself by following her body.

The woman in the front living room should not fall into the hands of others no matter what.

What's more, there is a little girl who is coveted by several countries hiding outside me. It was true that she had no possibility of being discovered before, but now it is equivalent to an accidental factor.

Fortunately, Cao Yong has made arrangements and is going to give it away tonight, so there is no need to worry.

It should not be too late, the matter at hand cannot be delayed.

You have to find someone who is capable, who can take care of the overall situation, and who has no ill will toward you.

The answer came to Wu Gou's mind in an instant.

Jiang Mulin.

He wasn't sure about the consequences of Nan Zhiyun's matter, but this time there should be no problem.

Wu Gou stood up abruptly, pushed open the door, and without stopping, took out two wires from the toolbox and knocked on Mrs. Wang's door again. He opened.

It doesn't matter, he sneered twice, took the wire out of his trouser belt and put it on the tool directly. After turning left and right for less than half a minute, the door opened.

Inside, Mrs. Jiang shivered, curled up on a second-hand sofa with exposed springs.

"You also know in your heart that you have caused a big problem. If your man confesses you together, you will definitely not be able to escape, right? Think about it. He didn't hesitate at all when he dragged you into the water. At this moment when life and death are at stake, Can I sell you?"

Wu Gou stared at her with a calm tone.

His words were straightforward and reasonable, and the woman's complexion became paler after she understood it.

"If you want to survive, follow me." Wu Gou looked at her with an iron tone, "Now, immediately."

"Where are you going?"

"Meet someone who can save you."

Mrs. Jiang was still hesitating when she heard this, after all, at such a time, if a person suddenly jumped out and said that he could save you, who would not murmur in his heart.

But Wu Gou knew better, especially at times like this, how much his desire for life-saving straws would be.

"It's okay if you don't want to."

With that said, he turned around and was about to leave.

"Hey don't don't, I'll go with you."

Mrs. Jiang panicked and didn't choose her way, she agreed as soon as her mind was muddled.

"Change into gray and black clothes, wear a hat with the biggest brim, and don't wear makeup. Anyway, you usually have your face covered when you go out. Now that you don't have makeup, no one will recognize you."

Two quarters of an hour later, at the Jiangsong Martial Arts Academy, Lu Shouliang was standing at the door and yawning. When he turned around, he saw Wu Gou with a big leather bag in his hand, and a haggard-looking woman beside him.

"Yo, Wu Gou." He twitched the corner of his mouth and rolled his eyes half a circle, "Are you...playing with flowers?"

"Where do you want to go? This aunt has something to ask Master Jiang, it's important."

As Wu Gou said, he glanced at Mrs. Jiang, and the woman nodded as if she had just woken up from a dream.

"What's important?"

"A little sensitive, Brother Shouliang, if you want to listen, talk to me when I met Master Jiang."

"Forget it, you can find him yourself. I haven't practiced my boxing well this week. When I meet him later, he will ask me to explain my progress. I can't hide in time—he's inside, eating lunch."

"okay."

Entering the Guoshu Museum, walking through the lobby, I saw Jiang Mulin wearing a gray coat from a long distance, carrying a bowl of fried noodles, eating all the way.

Li Yinghong suddenly flashed in front of his eyes, the little girl was mischievous, she saw her master eating there, her hands were empty, she thought obstinately, she was going to bump into him, trying to splash the sauce in the bowl on her body.

That Jiang Mulin still had noodles in his mouth, snoring, glanced at her, swayed his feet slightly, swayed twice, rubbed his shoulder against Li Yinghong's arm.

When she pushed up like this, she just felt like she was leading a horse, and she couldn't stop even if she wanted to. She fell forward head-on and fell to the ground.

"Do you want to take it?"

Jiang Mulin picked up a piece of diced tofu with two chopsticks, and asked vaguely.

"Submit." Li Yinghong lay on the ground and gave a thumbs up, "Master, what is this called?"

"Huh? What's it called? I told you and you asked me what it's called. You got distracted, didn't you?"

"hey-hey--"

"Again, this is called shoulder punching. In my Xingyimen, it's the same as hip punching and hip punching. It's different from punching. You don't need to turn your shoulders and poke your butt, isn't it ugly? Here, strength It’s rubbing, it’s actually similar to the drill fist, but with a little change.”

"oh oh."

Li Yinghong nodded on the ground with an expression of "I completely understand".

"Use your little brain, remember, you don't need to know a lot of things for a while, but you have to have this concept in your head, so that you can understand it a little bit, right? Go back and practice hard, and I will check your punches at night."

"Smoking again, please forgive me, good master~"

"It's useless to call it anything, pretend I don't know? Don't stare, you guys are all herding sheep."

Having said that, Jiang Mulin turned around, turned his head, looked at Wu Gou who was approaching, and asked Mrs. Jiang, "Who is this?"

Only now did Li Yinghong realize that a stranger had come, her face flushed all of a sudden, she jumped up from the ground, and ran away rolling and crawling.

"She's Mrs. Jiang, my neighbor next door. The two of them have encountered something, and they may have gotten into trouble——Can Master Jiang borrow a word?"

As Wu Gou said, he exposed the cowhide pocket a little.

Jiang Mulin looked inside, then narrowed his eyes, and hooked his palms to signal him to follow.

The two of them went to the compound where they talked about boxing at night. Wu Gou didn't let it go, and the police came to the door in the morning. Mrs. Jiang said something, and finally he found the memory in the crack of his own wall. Xin said all the things like this.

It's just that a lot of beautification has been done in it, and some details have been erased. At that time, Wu Gou was in a hurry and was too lazy to use stereotyped words, so he used some strong words. Naturally, after listening to the police's analysis, Wu Gou relied on intelligence to formulate There is news.

Jiang Mulin frowned as he listened.

"I'll try."

He was unambiguous, grabbed the set of memory core equipment and put it on his head.

　At the end of the semester, the affairs are complicated, and the amount of [-] per day may not be guaranteed for the past two weeks. It is still the same sentence, and it is necessary to continue as much as possible.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)