Chapter 83: Please the first victim

　　 Qiao Jiang sat up "difficultly" and called the caregiver outside the door.
　　 The caregiver is a young man of the same age, but a harmless member, otherwise he would not be left bald as a caregiver.
　　 "What can you do?"
　　 "What time is it now?"
　　 The nurse looked down at his watch: "It's now and 10:42 in the morning."
　　 "Oh... it's already afternoon, are you a newcomer?"
　　 Qiao Jiang nodded, watching the young man ask.
　　 "No, I have been here for two years."
　　 "For two years, that's also quite familiar to this place, right? Do you know anything delicious nearby?"
　　 turned out to be hungry.
　　 The young man thought for a while. In the past two years, he often worked as an errand runner, so he really understood this matter.
　　 "If you say it is nearby, there will be no more than a spicy rabbit meat. The delicious food is all in the city."
　　 Qiao Jiang looked down at the blood on his chest, meaning that he could not eat spicy food now.
　　 The young man knew what he meant, so he started thinking quickly about what kind of light food the patients could eat in the city.
　　 "If it's light, the pastry in the snake area is really good..."
　　 "Pastry... barely possible, go for me."
　　 The young man scratched his head, because the boss asked him to take care of the seriously injured senior here, and he didn't explain whether he should go to such a thing.
　　 "I... I'll go and ask for instructions."
　　 went out after speaking, but forgot to close the door.
　　 Qiao Jiang closed his eyes, his vision shifted to the bandaged figure standing beside him.
　　 The room he rested in was actually a temporarily vacated room on the second floor, and the layout of the room in this building was not much different from two years ago, so he fully remembered where the personnel task department was.
　　 Although it is certain that no one can see his abilities, he is sneaky all the way just in case he has the strange characteristics like Langren.
　　 The distance of nine meters is not too big to say, but there is more than enough for activities in this small house.
　　 "The personnel information of this city...here is it."
When 　　 was about to open it for a look, suddenly the sound of footsteps came into Qiao Jiang's ears.
　　 "That...sir, the boss agrees, I will buy it for you."
　　 The young man even came to say hello, before turning around and going out again, this time helping Qiao Jiang to close the door by the way.
　　 After Qiao Jiang closed his eyes and responded, he stopped talking, looking at the personnel information, and at the same time used the communicator under the bandage to input the information to Langren with a weak voice.
　　 He only needs the distribution of members who are still in the local area, because these are the reinforcements that can come back the fastest.
　　. . . . . .
　　 Langrenzi carefully shaved his beard, and temporarily skimmed the hair that hadn't been cut for a long time behind his ears, and carefully applied the tattoo stickers he bought on the way to his face.
　　 It didn't take long for him to lie on half of his face vividly.
It's not that he doesn't want to wear a mask. It's just that he brought it in this gloomy place. Only people with status can use masks to cover up their appearance. In order to avoid the pursuit of prosecutors in the dark area, ordinary fugitives use this kind of tattoo stickers to cover their appearance. .
In fact, Langren doesn't have to cover up his entire face completely, because his current temperament is completely different from that of Langlin before. With a little eyebrow trimming, even ordinary acquaintances will not recognize him if he doesn't take a closer look. Now, let alone the physique is stronger than before, basically it is a personal change.
　　 The centipede is attached just to add a layer of insurance.
　　 "Centipede... I miss it, the immortal worm."
　　 Langren looked at the red-brown centipede on his face, remembering something, and was suddenly attracted by frequent vibrations.
　　 "And did you succeed?"
　　 Langren glanced at the list, most of them are D-level members, and only a few are C-level members.
　　 Except for the difficulty in distinguishing the looks of others based on Qiao Jiang's language description and appearance, that is, there is no difficulty at all.
　　 "Okay, it's time to work."
　　 Langren didn't bring a knife, because he was going to assassinate, not to Wushuang.
　　 If you are on the road and be taken to ask questions by the local police, it will be more troublesome. Is it possible that you have to show the official certificate of arms?
　　 put on his hood, Langren left the hotel, just one of the target locations was not far from him.
　　 "...A mole on the corner of the eyebrow, an inverted triangle eye, why is this person so insidious?"
　　 Langren quickly distinguished the details of his appearance with the eyes of a ninja, and found the target before long.
Holding a bottle of high-concentration water of life, first half a mouthful of it, then pour some on your hands, wipe it on your neck, and sprinkle some on your clothes, after smelling it, the taste is not particularly strong , But it's almost there.
　　 Putting a handful of banknotes randomly into a pair of inner pockets revealing more than half, Langren staggered onto the street.
　　 "Xiaoyue~~~"
　　 Passers-by looked sideways and followed the prestige, and saw a disheveled young man pouring a bottle of life water into his mouth. Before he could drink it, it flowed from the corner of his mouth.
　　 is a young man who is trapped by love.
　　 This kind of drunk is not uncommon in this city far from the place of order, let alone a person with a tattoo on his face.
　　 Many middle-aged people who are slightly older shook their heads, unavoidably touching the scenes, touching their tattoos on their faces, and remembering the past.
　　 Yi Siping turned his head and glanced, then ignored him, and continued to sit on the roadside chair and talk to someone.
　　 The drunk swayed past Yisi's plane, and suddenly his left foot tripped and the right foot threw a dog in the mud.
　　 Yi Siping was taken aback, and hurriedly hung up the communication. Seeing this drunkard did not move for a long time.
"Hey?"
　　 He called out, for fear that this person was dead, and someone came to squander the money.
　　 This kind of false money combination is often seen in the dark area, and there are usually ground snakes behind it.
　　 But fortunately not, the drunkard heard the sound and turned over, turning from lying on his stomach to lying down.
　　 does not seem to be a false money.
　　 Drinking over the surface, Yi Siping frowned~EbookFREE.me~ Just about to get up and leave, suddenly his eyes caught a pile of things.
　　 He couldn't move his feet all at once.
'A lot of money! ’
　　His Adam’s apple was rolling up and down, and his mouth felt dry for a while, and his eyes quickly scanned around. Fortunately, everyone had seen such a scene, so the people who paid attention just glanced and ignored it.
　　 The he originally wanted to lift suddenly changed its direction and changed it to the gesture of reaching for a drunk.
　　 "Why did you drink it, brother, where is your family?"
　　 he asked.
　　 "Um... um... ah? I won't get off the car... I won't get off anywhere! I get off where Xiaoyue is!"
　　 It seems unconscious.
　　 Yi Siping sighed, and left here with the drunk in one hand.
　　 Away from the crowd, Yi Siping took the drunk to turn left and right to a small road, and let the drunk sit by the side of the road.
　　 opened the drunkard's coat with one hand, and the thick stack of banknotes was revealed before his eyes.
　　 "Tsk tusk, you dare to drink like this with so much money. Seeing you are pitiful, I will save you a dog."
　　 He drew out the banknotes in one hand, and weighed it. It was about ten thousand dollars.
　　 slapped the surrounding alcohol with one hand, he turned his head and left.
　　噗嗤
　　 A grey knife pierced through.
　　 "It's been a year and a half, are you still so poor?"
　　 Langren squeezed his collar with one hand, drew out the soul knife and dissipated the power, as if the opponent had just acted on him, he sat down on the side of the road.
　　 "You...you are..."
　　 "I am Langlin."
　　 Langren readily gave him the answer, took his own money, and left the body in place.
　　 He is looking for the next victim.