When the iceberg is sweetened by me

Chapter 175
After a while, Luo Gucheng's car started.

Immediately afterwards, the car next to Meng Zixian also moved.

After the Mercedes drove away in front of him, he slowly adjusted the seat and locked his eyes on the rear of the car.

Then he turned his long eyes slightly, and didn't follow out immediately. Instead, he rummaged through the tool bag that had been kept in his car, and finally took out a vacuum transparent bag, which contained an ultra-small microchip.

After confirming that this was what he was looking for, he put it in his pocket, called Xiao Tong from time to time, and then went out slowly.

Soon Xiao Tong picked it up, "Zixian, what's the matter?"

"Do you know where Mu Jinhan is going?" He asked.

Xiao Tong paused, then asked back: "You don't know where he is going, where are you?"

Mencius said truthfully: "I only know that he is going out, but I don't know the specific destination."

"So...he's going to Vulture Peak."

"it is good."

After finishing the simple call, Meng Zixian directly called up the route to Jindi Dragon City on the navigation.

He is different from Mu Jinhan.

Due to his different family background and living environment, his life was very ordinary since he was a child.

Once woke up from a coma, he was not in good spirits during that time, and his temper was terrible. He was also sent to Songshan Shaolin Temple by his parents and became a lay disciple who presided over it back then.

Eat and live with the little preceptors in the temple every day.

As for Mu Jinhan, he is a serious and pampered young master.

When they were young, they lived together in a nursing home. For convenience, he kept his cropped hair and wore a hospital gown that was convenient for examination.

On the other hand, Mu Jinhan, half of the entire ward is his clothes, and he must have big-name children's high-end clothing.

If a drop of oil was accidentally splashed on the clothes during the meal, that clothes would become garbage in his eyes.

At that time, if he hadn't often bathed with him, seeing that his physical structure was the same as his, he would really feel that he was living with a delicate young lady.

And when he stayed in the hotel, he was so frantic that he asked someone to clean the room a second time after the room had already been cleaned.

Of course, since the imperial capital is so close to Vulture Peak, a person like Mu Jinhan would definitely not go into the mountain unprepared today and live near the scenic spot.

Even though Mencius Xian had his own ideas, after taking some time to drive the car out, he quickly saw Luo Gucheng's car and the Mercedes hidden in the traffic.

The road they took did not fork. Looking at the navigation, they will go straight for more than ten minutes, and then they will encounter a crossroad, and there must be traffic police there.

After confirming these small details, Meng Zixian drove the car with one hand in his left hand, and opened the car drawer with his right hand.

Inside was a mask and two marker pens, one red and one blue.

He stared at those things, thought for a while, put on the mask first, then opened two marker pens with one hand, first blue and then red, and painted on the index finger of his right hand.

When the very watery blue and red were stacked together, he rubbed the color with his thumb, and when the color became dirty, he rubbed it on the corner of his eye.

Immediately, it looked like a bruise, and because it rubbed against the eyelid, it also caused a slight deviation in vision.

But he was still not satisfied, and looked at the rearview mirror again, and continued to work on his face, and pulled the hair on his forehead a few times, finally covering up his recognizable eyes.

After doing all this, he suddenly increased the speed of the car, approaching the Mercedes-Benz...

According to their speed, they can reach the intersection in less than a minute, and the signal light there is now a red light, and the traffic police are still there to direct.

The Mercedes-Benz slowed down, apparently to stop and wait for the red light, but Meng Zixian looked at the traffic policeman, tightened his seat belt, and suddenly squinted his eyes, and stepped on the accelerator...

"Tom—"

He rear-ended that Mercedes.

　Scheming Meng is online.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)