A Mistaken Marriage with Mr. CEO

A flash of light.

A Ling was able to quickly discern that it was the reflection of the M40A1 sniper lens.

Damn it!

This was a trap!

If he had gone over in joy, he would probably be the other party's captive!

A Ling kept on leaving as if he had just returned home, and opened the door to the room next door.

After A Ling entered, he immediately locked the door. He first stuck close to the door and quietly listened for a bit, before quietly leaving.

In just five minutes, she had transformed from a ski

y young man into a singer who stayed in a nightclub all year round. Carrying the guitar that had been casually thrown by the owner of the house in the corner, she walked out of another room.

Sure enough, there were two people at the door who looked over at her vigilantly. Seeing that it was a vulgar staged singer, they did not think much into it, and let A Ling go.

With a casual look, A Ling pushed the image of a frustrated singer into a corner and left the small alley with a pale face.

"The mark left by third uncle has been exposed." A Ling turned on the microphone again and spoke into the collar of his shirt: "Attention, attention, the mark left by third uncle has already been marked by someone. We have to hide! "

When Shen Yuan received A Ling's message, his heart sank.

It seemed that the situation was even more difficult than they had expected.

Shen Rui decisively said: "We will return to the city immediately and stay in the hotel openly!"

Shen Yuan clenched his teeth and said: "Alright!"

With that, the car turned around and drove towards the outskirts of the city.

Although the hotels on the outskirts of the city weren't as luxurious as the ones in the city, they weren't bad either.

After all, this was the capital city of H Nation. Even if it was just outside the city, it wasn't that bad.

Shen Rui got off the car and openly went to check in.

The moment the car stopped, Norman quietly left the car and disappeared into the crowd.

Shen Rui and Shen Yuan's people followed over to the i

.

The two of them became the most obvious targets, attracting the gazes of the others.

Shen Rui said to Shen Yuan, "Although A Ling and Norman family are not from the Shen Family, no one knows their true appearance, and it would be easier for them to find out about it. Me and you, the target is too big, our eyes will be drawn wherever we appear. Next, it's time for us to buy them some time. "

Shen Yuan sighed: "I understand, brother."

Wasn't it all because of Shen Rui and Shen Yuan, who had the face of the demon?

Shen Rui looked like his uncle, but Shen Yuan looked like his father.

Thus, the two brothers also stared at the demon's face. No matter how much they changed their appearances, it was still very difficult to change their auras.

Therefore, on the way back, the two of them made a prompt decision to change their plans.

As a team that they had openly searched for, A Ling and Norman were the ones that had moved in secret.

Once again, Shen Rui rejoiced that Shen Yuan's girlfriend was also an assassin. Otherwise, it would be very difficult for them to live together in the future.

This is good too.

Although life was a bit exciting, it was indeed suitable for the both of them.

Compared to A Ling's smooth escape, Norman was not so lucky.

As soon as Norman entered the crowd, he realized that he was being watched.

Norman came out of this circle after experiencing countless injuries, betrayals, and counterbetrayals.

He quickly calmed down after encountering such a situation. Then, he turned around and walked towards the subway station.

Borrowing the crowds from the subway station, he quickly blended in with the crowd.

Soon, Norman left the man behind and went to the washroom to quickly change his clothes. Then he left the washroom, disguised as a office worker.

At this time, A Ling appeared at the convenience store and took a breakfast and a glass of milk from the shelf.

Just as A Ling was about to leave, he heard a person coming from the side. He asked the employee at the convenience store for information: "Have you seen this person around here?"

That man also used the Mandarin.

However, to an assassin, mastering several languages at the same time was not a problem.

However, the habits of reading some words would still expose one's identity.

For example, when that person had asked about it earlier, there was a word that was pronounced out loud. It was obviously the B Country pronunciation of the big tongue.

A Ling squinted without a trace: [B Nation] s are fast enough! He actually found this place so quickly.

Could it be that Third Uncle was hiding somewhere nearby?

Otherwise, why would there be so many B-people around?

The people of B were quite arrogant here.

The shop assistant looked at the photo and said, "Oh, this uncle, I saw him here a few days ago, but he left after buying a newspaper."

A Ling left with heavy steps.

Third Uncle is really here!

With so many people looking for him, they probably wouldn't be able to leave for quite some time.

Since the people of B were in such a hurry to find their third uncle, it must be because their third uncle had something on him that they wanted.

Other than the B countrymen, there were a few other groups of people heading over. It seemed that this place was going to be bustling with noise and excitement.

After Norman shook them off, he quickly found a mark hidden in the corner.

Despite knowing that the mark was likely to be a trap, Norman had to check it out.

Norman was wearing a gray leather jacket and looked like a dejected young man. He walked towards the direction indicated by the sign and entered the building.

This was an old building area.

Because it was the old city district, all the rich people had moved away. Most of the people living here were young people who had just graduated from work in the city district or those who were homeless in their careers.

Therefore, there were graffiti all over the wall, making this place even more irritable.

The cement on the road also showed the marks of age. When paired with the graffiti on the wall, it became even more sinister.

Norman walked down the path.

With every step he took, his vigilance increased by one fold.

He looked at the shadow in front of him, the weapon in his hand already exposed.

As long as the other party appeared, the weapon in his hand would immediately pierce into his opponent's carotid artery!

The further in they went, the worse the air circulation became. There was a dark, damp, and rotten smell, filled with the smell of inferior perfume or wine, telling the people outside that this was a messy place where they should not enter without permission.

Just as Norman took that step, a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed him by the collar.

Norman's weapon was placed against the man's neck earlier than his body.

"Norman, it's me." A familiar voice sounded in the darkness.

Norman was stu

ed for a moment before withdrawing the weapon in his hand. With a frown, he asked, "Why are you here?"