Enchanter

Chapter [-] Betrayal

The Gu King looked at Huang Yanyan incredulously, and asked, "You...what are you doing?"

"I'm sorry, master, but I'm actually the traitor of the Gu sect." She had a pretty smirk: "The little driver you killed was innocent."

"It's you...it turned out to be you!" Gu Wang leaned on the big tree, staring at Huang Yanyan in disbelief: "I didn't expect that Master, my first name, would be defeated by my apprentice. It's really... really God You are making fun of people. Hahahaha!" He raised his head to the sky and screamed, looking heartbroken.

"Master, there is no need to do this." Huang Yanyan persuaded with a smile: "You should be proud of me, because as you said, the more despicable and cunning you are, the deeper your morality will be. Master, do you think my morality is better than that of me? Are you still deep? Does this mean that blue is better than blue?"

"Haha, haha, forget it, forget it!" Gu Wang laughed like crazy: "But I don't understand why the soil turtle Gu doesn't work anymore?"

"Because, I gave him the antidote last night, why didn't you say it didn't work?" She explained with a smile, ready to press down the gun in her hand and shoot.

"Wait!" Gu Wang also saw Huang Yanyan's movements, and smiled: "Why did you betray me, what's the benefit of betraying me?"

"Because they gave me a voodoo. Master, we are not the only ones who can make a voodoo!" He finally gave a miserable laugh, and then pulled the trigger.

But the moment the trigger was pulled, Gu King's figure turned into a ray of light, flashing past her.

The master's voice echoed in the forest: "Remember, I will double my revenge on you for everything that happened today."

Yin Hui shook his head indifferently: "It's okay, there will be no next time."

He glared at Huang Yanyan, and then said, "I didn't expect you, a spy, to be really despicable."

Huang Yanyan smiled wryly: "I can't help it. In fact, I feel that the people in your National Security Bureau are the most despicable."

"How do you know?" Yin Hui shook his head in disbelief: "At least we know that family affection is greater than life, and we will not betray our relatives for our own survival!"

"Cut, don't be so polite to me here." Huang Yanyan cursed and walked up: "If you had to choose between family affection and corpses being turned into petri dishes, would you choose that?"

Yin Hui was silent, because he really didn't know how to answer.

"That's why I said, young man, don't think your morals are so noble, and sometimes you have to put yourself in the place and think for others." Huang Yanyan walked up with a coquettish smile, then raised her head and shouted: "Since you are here, come out .”

Whoosh whoosh.

A gust of wind rang in my ears.

Then there was a voice that chilled the hot heart: "This is the password box far away by the mountain?" The voice was calm, capable and indifferent, with the attitude of a government worker.

"Yeah." Yin Hui looked back at the thorns decorated with leather clothes, nodded: "It should be right."

"Okay then, open the lockbox and have a look." Thorn put away the gun in his hand, staring at the lockbox expectantly.

He nodded, and then pressed a series of numbers on the key to enter the password.

Snapped.

The lockbox was indeed opened.

But what surprised them was that the password box was empty and contained nothing.

"What... what's going on?" Huang Yanyan stared at the empty password box with wide eyes.

Yin Hui also fumbled around in a panic, hoping to find any different places inside.But to his disappointment, the inside was soft everywhere, and he couldn't feel anything unusual.

"Strange, what's going on?" Thorn was also surprised.

"Tricked?" This was Yin Hui's first thought.

"It should be tricked!" Yin Hui sneered, and then looked around, the Gu King had already disappeared without a trace.

"Let that old boy run away again." He gasped decadently, squatting on the ground: "Does this mean that everything I did just now was in vain? It didn't have any effect at all?"

"You can't say that!" Thorn shook his head, and took out an electronic display from his pocket, on which a small red dot was gradually moving.

"What is this?" He stood up and looked at the moving little red dot and asked.

"This is the only result of this operation." She replied: "Huang Yanyan installed a GPS tracking device on the bell. With this device, even if he fled to the ends of the world, we can still find his trace."

"It's still high-tech!" His decadent expression just now disappeared without a trace: "Let's go and see what the hell that old boy is going to do."

"It's not the time yet." Thorn shook his head: "The National Security Bureau can't be left unattended, you two go back to direct the National Security Bureau's actions, and I'll follow Gu King." Her face was serious, not like she was joking .

"Okay then!" He could only sigh helplessly: "Since you've already said that, I have nothing to say." He remembered what he had been keeping in the dark all this time, and felt furious in his heart: " It’s just that next time there is another action, please let me know in advance, otherwise I don’t even know how to perform.”

"You performed very well!" Thorn put away the electronic equipment and said, "Even I didn't see the flaw in the pain of the earth turtle Gu. At first I thought Huang Yanyan didn't detoxify you."

"I don't have the guts." Huang Yanyan cursed sadly, "When will you give me the antidote?"

"The antidote is under development!"

"Then it doesn't mean that if I work with you, I won't necessarily get the antidote?" Her little face showed the slightest annoyance.

"kindness!"

"Then why should I cooperate with you?" She cursed angrily.

"If you don't cooperate with us, you will die!" Thorn's voice was so indifferent that there was no doubt about it.

"Tch, I don't bother to believe what you say, who knows if I have been poisoned!"

"Believe it or not!" After Thorn finished speaking, the wind left under his feet.

Yin Hui knew that she was going after the thorn, so he didn't stop her.

On the contrary, Huang Yanyan turned her head to look at Yin Hui in a somewhat dejected manner, and said, "Let's go!"

He also gave Huang Yanyan a sad look: "You are really amazing."

"Great? What's so great?" She asked, staring at him curiously.

"It's very simple. You can win Thorn's trust in such a short period of time. You know all about actions that I don't even know about. You don't think you are very good at this?"

"Aren't you showing off your head?" She stared at Yin Hui in disbelief: "If you want to be trusted by her, it's easy, eat a poison he gave you, and then tell you that only she has it in her hand." Antidote, he will definitely give you the right to know about the next action."

"..."

He has nothing to say, because he is confident that he cannot exchange the life and death of his body for the right to know about his actions.

"Besides, your acting skills are not good enough. If you know that we are counterintuitive and show a little flaw in the performance, then this operation will fail completely?"

Yin Hui really had nothing to say this time.

People say that women are vixens who are good at disguising themselves.

This woman is really good at disguising herself, and her performance is so realistic that even Yin Hui was deceived by her.

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The gate of the National Security Agency headquarters.

An interview car was already waiting at the door, and a tall female reporter got out of it, holding a microphone in her hand, followed by a man looking at the camera.

"Hello, are you from the Ninth Division of National Security? We have a few questions to ask you, I don't know if it's convenient or not."

"Inconvenient!" Yin Hui refused without hesitation, and didn't even stop.

"Sir, it's just a few simple questions." The female reporter followed up with her slender thighs: "Sir, please understand us reporters, we just want to make a living."

"I'm sorry, I don't have anything to say. If you want to ask, please ask the person behind you." He shrugged off such troublesome things to Huang Yanyan who was following behind him.

Huang Yanyan cursed, "Go to hell, why don't you continue with this kind of thing." After she finished speaking, she also quickened her pace to catch up with Yin Hui, and was not ready to accept their interview.

"Then how about taking a photo with me, sir?" The female reporter yelled out this sentence when she saw that the two were about to enter the National Security Bureau.

"Sir, do you know Conan Doyle?" the female reporter called out hastily.

"Why, do you know Conan Doyle?" He turned to look at the female reporter and asked.

"Well, Conan Doyle and I met once." The female reporter smiled and followed her: "If you don't want to be interviewed, then take a photo with me."

Yin Hui thought that taking a photo together would be enough to drive away the troublesome paparazzi, so he reluctantly nodded.

Huang Yanyan turned around with a serious face and stood beside Yin Hui.

"Camera, let's start taking pictures!" The female reporter said with a microphone.

"En!" The photographer nodded, put the photographic equipment in his hand on his shoulder, and clicked the shutter.

The shutter sound is a bit harsh.

He actually saw the glass of the lens shatter, and then a figure stood in front of him.

Ah!

The figure gave a painful ### cry and fell to the ground.

Yin Hui quickly supported her, but he didn't expect that the microphone in the female reporter's hand turned into a dagger and stabbed at her waist.

"Help!" Yin Hui yelled loudly, and at the same time stretched out his right hand to hold the dagger that was piercing his heart.

The fingers were burning with pain, and blood spurted out violently from the fingers.He blocked the tendency of the dagger to penetrate the heart with his fingers.

"Go to hell!" The female reporter turned the knife vigorously as if suddenly going crazy.

The knife made a 360-degree turn in the palm of his hand. Yin Hui lost all feeling in his hand, but he still held the dagger firmly.

Hearing Yin Hui's cry of help, the two guards with guns at the door reacted and fired, hitting the ground around Yin Hui, splashing a series of dust.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the female reporter and the cameraman hurriedly fled. The two surrounded and chased for a while, but failed to catch up, so they retreated and helped Yin Hui and Huang Yanyan up: "You two are all right."

"I*, are you blind? Hurry up and send us to the hospital inside!"

Hearing Yin Hui's reprimand, the two probably also guessed that this person's identity was not simple, so they each picked up a bag and hurried towards the hospital inside the National Security Bureau.

The piercing pain in Yin Hui's palm made him faint again and again, and then he woke up from the pain again and again.He didn't know what happened to his hand, but he felt an inexplicable pain that was as painful as piercing his heart.

He didn't know how Huang Yanyan was injured, but he knew that she was injured to save himself.

Inside that camera was not a normal camera at all, but a hidden weapon. He had heard of this kind of high-tech before, but he never expected to see such a high-tech thing in real life today.

When the piercing pain in his hand went deep into the bone marrow again, he woke up in pain.

He was lying in a white room, surrounded by dense crowds of people, all of whom seemed to be staring at him with concern.

"How are you? Nothing happened, right?" Just as he moved his hand, he heard a weak female voice piercing into his ears.

He could tell that it was Conan Doyle's voice.

He tried his best to stare at Conan Doyle, but found that he could only see a blurred shadow, no matter how hard he tried, he could only see this blurred shadow.

"I... I'm fine." He tried hard to support his body with his hands and sat up halfway, but accidentally touched the wound, and even greater pain hit him, making him want to go into shock again.

"Don't move, don't move. The doctor said that there was poison on your wound. Fortunately, it was delivered in time, otherwise your life would be lost a few minutes later." Conan Doyle explained with concern.

"En!" He tried his best to answer, and after the pain had passed, he asked again: "What's wrong with Huang Yanyan?"

"She is also out of danger." Conan Doyle explained: "The bullet was only a few centimeters away from the heart!"

He understood that the photojournalist shot towards his heart, but Huang Yanyan's heart was slightly lower than his own, so he didn't hit her heart.

"Those people... who the hell are they!" He tried hard not to let his voice tremble, but in the end he realized that it was beyond his control.

"It's still under investigation!" She replied, "But don't worry, we will definitely track down the murderer. You just need to recuperate here obediently."

"En!" He replied in a gentle voice, like a very obedient little sheep.

"By the way, did you find anything wrong about those people?" Conan Doyle asked again.

"Nothing was wrong." He shook his head.

The time I had been in contact with them was too short, and I didn't even doubt their identities.

If it wasn't for their usual grudges, they certainly wouldn't have killed themselves so vaguely.

If they guessed correctly, they must have something to do with the Gu King, and that mysterious killer organization.

"Isn't this place not allowed to interview reporters?" He felt that his wound was almost healed, so he asked curiously from reclining on the chair.

"Yes, there is indeed this fix, and the effect is very significant. No reporter is willing to risk jail time to come here for an interview for a few dollars, but according to our questioning of the two guards at the door, they just said that no one gave them Teach this concept, and they don't pay attention to this one problem."

"I'm afraid it's not that simple!" Yin Hui shook his head.

"You suspect that the doorman has something to do with this?"

"It's not a doubt, it's a certainty!"

"Sure? What evidence do you have for being so sure?"

"Because I called for help when the camera was taking pictures, but they didn't intend to save me. They didn't come forward until the female reporter's dagger was held hostage by me... Maybe they guessed that I would die. Undoubtedly, there is no proof of death, so they didn't intend to save me. But after I blocked the female reporter's dagger, they realized that they had miscalculated. It was impossible for me to die. And they couldn't kill me, so they had to Come save me."

She didn't speak, just stood up from her seat, and said to Yellow Crane Tower: "Yellow Crane Tower, immediately control the two guards and speed up the trial."

"Understood!" Yellow Crane Tower nodded, then glanced at Yin Hui and said, "Boss, you can recuperate here at ease, I will definitely avenge this revenge for you!"

"Well, I like you!" Yin Hui replied.

"Okay!" He won't be rewarded for his meritorious deeds, and he is praised before he has done anything. What room does he have to refuse?

Immediately nodded, then turned and left the room.

He raised his arm and looked at it, and saw that it was wrapped with a thick white bandage, and smiled wryly: "Is my hand okay?"

He still clearly remembers how the female reporter turned the knife 360 ​​degrees in his hand viciously. I am afraid that he will never have the chance to forget the pain in his fingers.

"It's okay. The doctor said that as long as we use western medicine to detoxify and Chinese medicine to regulate, the hand will be usable again soon."

"Then did they say when I will be able to recover?"

"This...they haven't said anything yet!"

"Conan Doyle, I order you to tell me." Yin Hui knew that she was hiding herself with good intentions.

"They said...it takes at least a month to hold chopsticks. It takes two months to hold a pen and write. If you want to hold a gun and go to war, you need at least four months of recuperation."

"Four months?" He opened his mouth wide in surprise, "Then I'm going to lie on this bed for four months?"