Prodigal son never prodigal

Chapter 204: The Golden Road to Murder and Earn Money
On the way back, Yan Qing couldn't help but admit to Gai Qingyun that he had made a mistake.

Of course, the main reason was that his eyesight was limited in his time. He didn't expect that this mother He was the backbone of the family.

Suddenly, she noticed that she actually spoke with a Pingjing accent, and even mentioned that when He Shunzhi recovered a little and was able to move, she would transfer to her grandparents' house, which she had not visited in the past few days, for recuperation.

These details add to the burden she mentions as lightly as possible.

Yan Qing instantly realized that it might be because of this that Lao He and his wife empathized with Yan Qing's reaction.

"Are you sure we want to continue to struggle with this little lady?"

Gai Qingyun was silent for a while before speaking: "Brother, I never knew how to look up at the world before, let alone think about the reason for living. I only lowered my head and read books. In fact, I don't understand anything when I read. It was you who taught me As long as I live my life, I will eventually die, so I must live these days meaningfully."

Yan Qing laughed, yes.

Although the capital city in the middle of the night is not a bustling nightlife city, it still has a calm and down-to-earth atmosphere.

New energy vehicles drive very smoothly, and they have to simulate a whining sound to avoid being too silent and scaring people.

All in all, the driving experience is very comfortable, and Yan Qing particularly likes this feeling, especially since there is no woman around to disturb him.

"So I'm thinking, the lifespan of my mobile phone is only a few years or ten years. Even if it is replaced and repaired, it may take more than ten or twenty years. In such a short period of time, we can also experience love, okay?"

Yan Qing quietly made a scary expression, but it was also filled with the doting of an elder brother towards his younger brother.

There is also his bottomless reward for Gai Qingyun: "As long as you want it, I will try my best to do it."

Gai Qingyun smiled warmly: "Anyway, we don't care about fame and fortune. I also want you to be happy and comfortable. It seems that you are really relaxed in front of Sesame. So, how about trying to get along like this?"

Yan Qing only dared to secretly look like she was fainting.

Being with a little spy is called relaxing without any scruples. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, so you have to wear polarized glasses.

Can't say yet.

Yan Qing can only hope to see the entire Olympic competition cycle in a few months.

This young man's fever was really hard to get rid of.

Indeed, Qiu Wenfang is happy without any scruples.

These days she is mainly responsible for taking good care of Xiao Baipao, taking these bastards around Pingjing like a kindergarten aunt.

After Yan Qing completed the formalities, he immediately set off for his dream trip to overseas warm-up competitions.

Of course, Yan Qing will not reveal certain details to the task force.

When he submitted applications for a series of warm-up matches to the already overwhelmed shooting center, he added the Melbourne Shooting Invitational Tournament.

According to usual practice, when national team shooters, especially outstanding athletes who have qualified for the Olympics, go abroad to compete, they will definitely be accompanied by coaches, assistants, and officials to ensure that nothing is lost. (you).

But Yan Qing deliberately signed up for this event when it was over and suddenly added it. It was very simple and easy. He only said that he wanted to adapt to the low-intensity temperature and local environment. After the game, he would meet up with other players in the Bay Area.

It may have been difficult to approve in the past, but the situation has been a bit chaotic recently, and there may even be deliberate indulgence of athletes, hoping that something will happen.

That's right.

Besides, with the Olympic singer Beier being so popular right now and not doing his job properly, the shooting center is eager to go out to play games as soon as possible!

Of course you have to pay for the assistant yourself.

Yan Qing also had to tell the little white robes to train hard and try to watch his own Olympic games.

Then we set off happily.

Song Siyu went to the airport to see her off, and you could see from their toes that they were as excited as children after school, but depressed and helpless.

Obviously her financial strength fully supports lying flat, and she can travel around the world like this.

But the huge advantageous situation in the entertainment industry is right in front of her. If she doesn't seize it, she may regret it for the rest of her life.

As a businessman at heart, she saw the benefits and the huge economic benefits, so she couldn't move away.

At the airport, I originally wanted to kiss her goodbye, but I was just wondering if she would be thrown away. Yan Qing was actually discovered by the airport photographer. She was surrounded by many shots, and many passers-by raised their mobile phones regardless of whether they recognized her or not. shoot.

Song Siyu immediately put on her sunglasses to cover up her appearance, and was caught in various cameras.

She is still elegantly dressed and can easily be defined as a woman next to a star or an agent.

On the contrary, it was a little secret agent, wearing a baseball cap, a mask, and loose and casual clothes in the style of an aunt. Hearing the commotion, he silently pushed his suitcase aside.

Yan Qing was left carrying a backpack and a gun case, and was chased by many people to take photos and ask for autographs.

Song Siyu actually enjoyed being surrounded by so many people. She escorted Yan Qing through the security check with great difficulty, and simply asked for people's contact information during the proxy shoot, asking for photos to be published, and to develop a station sister from these people.

It almost means a professional fan.Yan Qing developed into an idol sect.

However, she still knew what their intentions were when they deliberately booked flights from Singapore to Melbourne, Australia.

Who told Qiu Wenfang to carry the CAMERA BOX handbag with joy all the time, not minding that it was the trophy of a murderer?

After getting on the plane, he diligently helped Yan Qing take care of the headrest and blanket, and then he started to watch dramas comfortably.

I can't see what shady things I will do later.

After the six or seven-hour flight arrived, Qiu Wenfang was indeed very familiar with storing his suitcase and Yan Qing's backpack at the transit airport.

He just carried the gun case and left the border separately from her.

Complete procedures for athletes to hold guns and standard procedures for carrying no ammunition made Yan Qing's transit out of Singapore smooth.

But the two people who met outside the airport quickly went down to the underground garage, gave cash and took the car keys, got a very ordinary Toyota pickup truck, and immediately crossed the border to the capital of Malaysia.

When passing through the customs and border checkpoint, Qiu Wenfang drove through a special channel and showed the Yunding work vehicle license in the car. The car was not searched and he was allowed to go after just checking his passport.

Of course, Yan Qing will drive the remaining 300 kilometers.

It was almost ten o'clock at night when we arrived in the capital of Malaysia.

Still relying on Qiu Wenfang's understanding of the place, he helped Gai Qingyun navigate the twists and turns to the business district.

"A quarter of this city is made up of poor people, and 40.00% live a low-income life. However, due to religious and legal control, the security is pretty good, but I never dare to go out on the streets casually during this time..."

This is indeed Qiu Wenfang's biggest impression after staying in Pingjing for two months.

"But this Internet business district has the best security, and the management of office buildings is very strict." At this point, she playfully took a job card to indicate, although she did not come alone to check out Boss Huang's "Investment Immigration Company" ”, but still fully prepared.

Gai Qingyun quietly commented: "In terms of work assistance, Ah Fang is indeed very experienced in society and is easier to reassure than Zhima, but she...is really not a spy?"

Yan Qing, who was covering his clothes and assembling a shotgun in the cargo compartment of the car, smiled and said, "Isn't it important?"

It is true that as long as the situation can be controlled, the other party's social experience and transaction processing ability will be helpful. In short, the sugar coating is eaten and the cannonball is thrown back.

The little spy quietly opened his backpack in the front seat and took out a dazzling cosmetic bag. He picked out a few lipsticks from seven or eight bottles, removed the bottom cover, and actually pulled out the shotguns!
Moreover, the single-point bullets and iron-sand bullets reloaded by the sports students themselves are completely different from the standard 12-gauge bird hunting bullets used in the competition.

The former is so powerful that it can blast a person with a hole as big as a wine glass at close range, and can even knock a buck to the ground.

The latter shoots out iron sand particles all over the sky, which is definitely a modern rainstorm pear blossom needle. Although it has no lethality, it will definitely make people's faces covered with blood. It is mainly overwhelming that no one can escape.

What these two have in common is that they will not reveal that the lipstick has been refilled at any security inspection machine.

After taking it to the back and loading it for Yan Qing, he then put it between the herringbone ladder that was as tall as one person and carried it across the street and into the building.

This was originally Gai Qingyun's suggestion to watch dramas and jokes, but Yan Qing actually followed it.

The little spy wears her standard suit and hip-covering skirt, and wears high heels with a full white-collar look.

When I arrived at the lobby, I easily showed my work card and the small key: "The customer notified me to check the line, it's bad, and I can't relax in the middle of the night!"

The security guard's eyes were all focused on her, not even looking at the man wearing a work uniform.

Not to mention the guns caught in the ladder.

It feels like the whole world is suitable for using herringbone ladders as cover.

Gai Qingyun held his breath and was even more nervous than Qiu Wenfang.

The girl took the "maintenance man" upstairs as if nothing had happened.

Just as Qiu Wenfang commented on this place, the so-called Internet business districts are some electronic fraud companies that are trying to sell their goods. These places have no scientific research and technical capabilities, and no financial and commercial business. Many of the entire buildings are empty. "Bag Company".

Yan Qing just wanted to laugh and ask Gai Qingyun, why don't you play ghost movie music now?
The environment in the locker room of the shooting center seems to be atmospheric, but in fact everyone is sure that the safety index is extremely high.

Now in this silent building, even the opening and closing of the elevator door sounds particularly harsh and scary.

Qiu Wenfang was bold and walked out of the corridor pretending to be familiar. The sound of Kekeke's high heels echoed in the dimly lit space.

The entire office floor is divided into companies. Most of them are empty when you walk by. You can directly see the city night view outside the floor-to-ceiling glass through the glass door.

But Qiu Wenfang stopped at the door of Boss Huang's "leather bag company" as if it was serious. Without looking around, she calmly shook the small brass key found in the LV bag and inserted it into the U-shaped lock on the glass door. In eyes.

It was a bit jerky, but with a little force, the lock came off.

The little spy looked back at the "maintenance man" with a look full of triumph and coquettishness.

I feel like this environment is a little exciting. ·

(End of this chapter)