Chapter 17
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As night gradually falls, the autumn wind blows over the Wangcheng bridge. Qingchen stretches his body when he runs. The wind will blow his clothes back.
Maybe his mood is different. He feels like
Once the shackles of his family and environment were slowly opening.
Qingchen runs faster and faster.
Occasionally, there will be pedestrians looking back at him on the bridge, and everyone can feel the inexplicable youth atmosphere, impulsive and rich.
Yinrun central garden is one of the districts with the highest average price in Los Angeles. It is also a famous rich area.
So it's no surprise that Huang Jixian lived here as a rich second generation.
The property security here is relatively strict, and you need to swipe your card to get in and out.
Qingchen goes around the back door to see if there is any way to get in.
However, before he could figure out how to get in, he saw six men in black suits coming out of the back door of the community.
The men were straight back and looked like bayonets.
During the walk, the six people's steps are consistent all the time. The time to raise their feet and the distance they take seem to have been measured with a ruler.
Wait, Qingchen was stunned, because he saw that among the six people there was a young man... Huang Jixian!
At this time, Huang Jixian looked at a loss, and he was still reciting some strange words, prison, machinery, monster
They quickly boarded the two black SUVs outside the rear door. One of them seemed to have a feeling and turned to Qingchen in the co driver's seat.
Qingchen immediately turned around, as if nothing had happened to play the mobile phone.
The other side didn't seem to care too much about him. Two black SUVs were speeding away at night.
Qingchen, however, stands outside the community, looking at his cell phone and saying nothing.
Who are those people?
Why did you take Huang Jixian?
Can it be because of the other side's identity as a passer-by?
It must be because of this. Qingchen doesn't believe in coincidence.
He turned and went home.
Along the way, he thought about the identity of the man in black, but gradually, he found something wrong.
There was a young man in a black sweater who followed him five blocks in silence.
Inexplicable familiarity... He met each other.
For a moment, Qingchen feels that his muscles are tense, and the invisible pressure is eroding his sense of security.
It's like being targeted by wild animals.
He recalled that when he met a man in black at the back door of the central garden community, the other side was looking at the mobile phone not far away, but when the other side was looking at the mobile phone, his fingers did not slide across the screen.
Qingchen can't analyze everything he sees every minute. It's too exhausting, but he can extract memory.
Thinking of this, Qingchen casually pretends to pick up the mobile phone, and then stops at the same place, bows his head and makes a phone call: "Hello, I'll go home later for dinner..."
The cap hid his cheek in the shadow.
After he stopped, the young man in black guards kept walking by him.
Qingchen Yuguang locked the other side tightly, but the other side didn't look back.
This makes Qingchen a little confused. At a certain moment, he even doubts whether he is oversensitive?
On the busy street, the man in black sweater soon disappeared. He hung up the phone and went on.
Fortunately, he went home to change his school uniform and put on his hat. Otherwise, Fang just looked at his school uniform and knew that he was a student of Los Angeles foreign language school.
At this time, before Qingchen can relax, he finds another familiar face in the crowd waiting for the traffic lights at the next intersection.
He saw it at the front gate of central garden community.
It's not a coincidence.
It's Cross tracking.
Each person in charge of tracking only follows a certain distance, and each person must ensure that he is not found like a passer-by. If the target stops, then the person in charge of tracking will continue to move forward as if nothing had happened, and other members will make up for him in the rear.
This is one of the safest ways to track.
Qingchen is very grateful for reading a lot of useful or useless miscellaneous books.
He finally understood that when the man on the SUV looked at himself, he was targeted.
There are more than six people coming from each other, and others are hiding in the dark.
What kind of secret organization is this, so well-trained, and so concerned about things related to passers-by?
Qingchen suddenly felt that he might not be the first group of walkers, maybe he was the second group, or even the third group.
Otherwise, even if someone knows about the traverser today, they won't be able to respond quickly today.
These people came prepared.
Young people's black pupils are thick and deep. They are night runners on the sidewalk, uncles selling ice sugar gourds at roadside stalls, slim women with high heels, and the light and shadow changes from the yellow street lights beside them.
He wrote down every detail and reminded himself not to make mistakes.
Traffic lights have 12 seconds left.
The man in black, who passed by before, is likely to be making a detour back behind him, ready to make up for the next cross tracking.
According to the distance of wangchunmen street, Zhenghe road and Kaiyuan Avenue, if it is the running speed of adults, it will take up to 10 minutes.
If you want to get off track
That's now.
When the green light is on, the watcher raises his feet to cross the road, while Qingchen suddenly turns back and walks away.
The stalker continued to cross the road as if nothing had happened, and whispered, "the target didn't cross the road. He turned back. How long do you have to be in position?"
It looks like he's talking to himself, but if someone looks at it carefully, he's got a translucent headset in his left ear.
"No, I still have two minutes to get to the tracking position."
In a flash, the stalker across the road noticed that it was wrong. He suddenly turned back to look for Qingchen's figure, but he couldn't find the teenager.
"Lost," sighed the tracker at the intersection.
In the distance, the young man in the black sweater, who was running with all his strength, replied with a smile: "what a shame, two people staring at one person and even lost it."
"You have to stare at him."
The young man in the black sweater said with a smile, "guess if he found out we were following him?"
"I'm sure he found out. He's a master," he said
The young man in the black sweater thought for a moment and said, "the boy looks like he's only seventeen or eighteen years old. He may still be in high school. If the other party really finds out that we're following, it's too evil. And did you find it? He handled it very naturally. The first time he stopped to make a phone call, I didn't think he found me. Otherwise, I would have directly controlled him
"I'm curious why you want to follow him temporarily. We have a lot of tasks today. There's no need to waste time on passers-by."
"It's not a temporary intention, but when the captain escorted the target 009 out, I found that he avoided the captain's eyes."
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As night gradually falls, the autumn wind blows over the Wangcheng bridge. Qingchen stretches his body when he runs. The wind will blow his clothes back.
Maybe his mood is different. He feels like
Once the shackles of his family and environment were slowly opening.
Qingchen runs faster and faster.
Occasionally, there will be pedestrians looking back at him on the bridge, and everyone can feel the inexplicable youth atmosphere, impulsive and rich.
Yinrun central garden is one of the districts with the highest average price in Los Angeles. It is also a famous rich area.
So it's no surprise that Huang Jixian lived here as a rich second generation.
The property security here is relatively strict, and you need to swipe your card to get in and out.
Qingchen goes around the back door to see if there is any way to get in.
However, before he could figure out how to get in, he saw six men in black suits coming out of the back door of the community.
The men were straight back and looked like bayonets.
During the walk, the six people's steps are consistent all the time. The time to raise their feet and the distance they take seem to have been measured with a ruler.
Wait, Qingchen was stunned, because he saw that among the six people there was a young man... Huang Jixian!
At this time, Huang Jixian looked at a loss, and he was still reciting some strange words, prison, machinery, monster
They quickly boarded the two black SUVs outside the rear door. One of them seemed to have a feeling and turned to Qingchen in the co driver's seat.
Qingchen immediately turned around, as if nothing had happened to play the mobile phone.
The other side didn't seem to care too much about him. Two black SUVs were speeding away at night.
Qingchen, however, stands outside the community, looking at his cell phone and saying nothing.
Who are those people?
Why did you take Huang Jixian?
Can it be because of the other side's identity as a passer-by?
It must be because of this. Qingchen doesn't believe in coincidence.
He turned and went home.
Along the way, he thought about the identity of the man in black, but gradually, he found something wrong.
There was a young man in a black sweater who followed him five blocks in silence.
Inexplicable familiarity... He met each other.
For a moment, Qingchen feels that his muscles are tense, and the invisible pressure is eroding his sense of security.
It's like being targeted by wild animals.
He recalled that when he met a man in black at the back door of the central garden community, the other side was looking at the mobile phone not far away, but when the other side was looking at the mobile phone, his fingers did not slide across the screen.
Qingchen can't analyze everything he sees every minute. It's too exhausting, but he can extract memory.
Thinking of this, Qingchen casually pretends to pick up the mobile phone, and then stops at the same place, bows his head and makes a phone call: "Hello, I'll go home later for dinner..."
The cap hid his cheek in the shadow.
After he stopped, the young man in black guards kept walking by him.
Qingchen Yuguang locked the other side tightly, but the other side didn't look back.
This makes Qingchen a little confused. At a certain moment, he even doubts whether he is oversensitive?
On the busy street, the man in black sweater soon disappeared. He hung up the phone and went on.
Fortunately, he went home to change his school uniform and put on his hat. Otherwise, Fang just looked at his school uniform and knew that he was a student of Los Angeles foreign language school.
At this time, before Qingchen can relax, he finds another familiar face in the crowd waiting for the traffic lights at the next intersection.
He saw it at the front gate of central garden community.
It's not a coincidence.
It's Cross tracking.
Each person in charge of tracking only follows a certain distance, and each person must ensure that he is not found like a passer-by. If the target stops, then the person in charge of tracking will continue to move forward as if nothing had happened, and other members will make up for him in the rear.
This is one of the safest ways to track.
Qingchen is very grateful for reading a lot of useful or useless miscellaneous books.
He finally understood that when the man on the SUV looked at himself, he was targeted.
There are more than six people coming from each other, and others are hiding in the dark.
What kind of secret organization is this, so well-trained, and so concerned about things related to passers-by?
Qingchen suddenly felt that he might not be the first group of walkers, maybe he was the second group, or even the third group.
Otherwise, even if someone knows about the traverser today, they won't be able to respond quickly today.
These people came prepared.
Young people's black pupils are thick and deep. They are night runners on the sidewalk, uncles selling ice sugar gourds at roadside stalls, slim women with high heels, and the light and shadow changes from the yellow street lights beside them.
He wrote down every detail and reminded himself not to make mistakes.
Traffic lights have 12 seconds left.
The man in black, who passed by before, is likely to be making a detour back behind him, ready to make up for the next cross tracking.
According to the distance of wangchunmen street, Zhenghe road and Kaiyuan Avenue, if it is the running speed of adults, it will take up to 10 minutes.
If you want to get off track
That's now.
When the green light is on, the watcher raises his feet to cross the road, while Qingchen suddenly turns back and walks away.
The stalker continued to cross the road as if nothing had happened, and whispered, "the target didn't cross the road. He turned back. How long do you have to be in position?"
It looks like he's talking to himself, but if someone looks at it carefully, he's got a translucent headset in his left ear.
"No, I still have two minutes to get to the tracking position."
In a flash, the stalker across the road noticed that it was wrong. He suddenly turned back to look for Qingchen's figure, but he couldn't find the teenager.
"Lost," sighed the tracker at the intersection.
In the distance, the young man in the black sweater, who was running with all his strength, replied with a smile: "what a shame, two people staring at one person and even lost it."
"You have to stare at him."
The young man in the black sweater said with a smile, "guess if he found out we were following him?"
"I'm sure he found out. He's a master," he said
The young man in the black sweater thought for a moment and said, "the boy looks like he's only seventeen or eighteen years old. He may still be in high school. If the other party really finds out that we're following, it's too evil. And did you find it? He handled it very naturally. The first time he stopped to make a phone call, I didn't think he found me. Otherwise, I would have directly controlled him
"I'm curious why you want to follow him temporarily. We have a lot of tasks today. There's no need to waste time on passers-by."
"It's not a temporary intention, but when the captain escorted the target 009 out, I found that he avoided the captain's eyes."
As night gradually falls, the autumn wind blows over the Wangcheng bridge. Qingchen stretches his body when he runs. The wind will blow his clothes back.Maybe his mood is different. He feels likeOnce the shackles of his family and environment were slowly opening.Qingchen runs faster and faster.Occasionally, there will be pedestrians looking back at him on the bridge, and everyone can feel the inexplicable youth atmosphere, impulsive and rich.Yinrun central garden is one of the districts with the highest average price in Los Angeles. It is also a famous rich area.So it's no surprise that Huang Jixian lived here as a rich second generation.The property security here is relatively strict, and you need to swipe your card to get in and out.Qingchen goes around the back door to see if there is any way to get in.However, before he could figure out how to get in, he saw six men in black suits coming out of the back door of the community.The men were straight back and looked like bayonets.During the walk, the six people's steps are consistent all the time. The time to raise their feet and the distance they take seem to have been measured with a ruler.Wait, Qingchen was stunned, because he saw that among the six people there was a young man... Huang Jixian!At this time, Huang Jixian looked at a loss, and he was still reciting some strange words, prison, machinery, monsterThey quickly boarded the two black SUVs outside the rear door. One of them seemed to have a feeling and turned to Qingchen in the co driver's seat.Qingchen immediately turned around, as if nothing had happened to play the mobile phone.The other side didn't seem to care too much about him. Two black SUVs were speeding away at night.Qingchen, however, stands outside the community, looking at his cell phone and saying nothing.Who are those people?Why did you take Huang Jixian?Can it be because of the other side's identity as a passer-by?It must be because of this. Qingchen doesn't believe in coincidence.He turned and went home.Along the way, he thought about the identity of the man in black, but gradually, he found something wrong.There was a young man in a black sweater who followed him five blocks in silence.Inexplicable familiarity... He met each other.For a moment, Qingchen feels that his muscles are tense, and the invisible pressure is eroding his sense of security.It's like being targeted by wild animals.He recalled that when he met a man in black at the back door of the central garden community, the other side was looking at the mobile phone not far away, but when the other side was looking at the mobile phone, his fingers did not slide across the screen.Qingchen can't analyze everything he sees every minute. It's too exhausting, but he can extract memory.Thinking of this, Qingchen casually pretends to pick up the mobile phone, and then stops at the same place, bows his head and makes a phone call: "Hello, I'll go home later for dinner..."The cap hid his cheek in the shadow.After he stopped, the young man in black guards kept walking by him.Qingchen Yuguang locked the other side tightly, but the other side didn't look back.This makes Qingchen a little confused. At a certain moment, he even doubts whether he is oversensitive?On the busy street, the man in black sweater soon disappeared. He hung up the phone and went on.Fortunately, he went home to change his school uniform and put on his hat. Otherwise, Fang just looked at his school uniform and knew that he was a student of Los Angeles foreign language school.At this time, before Qingchen can relax, he finds another familiar face in the crowd waiting for the traffic lights at the next intersection.He saw it at the front gate of central garden community.It's not a coincidence.It's Cross tracking.Each person in charge of tracking only follows a certain distance, and each person must ensure that he is not found like a passer-by. If the target stops, then the person in charge of tracking will continue to move forward as if nothing had happened, and other members will make up for him in the rear.This is one of the safest ways to track.Qingchen is very grateful for reading a lot of useful or useless miscellaneous books.He finally understood that when the man on the SUV looked at himself, he was targeted.There are more than six people coming from each other, and others are hiding in the dark.What kind of secret organization is this, so well-trained, and so concerned about things related to passers-by?Qingchen suddenly felt that he might not be the first group of walkers, maybe he was the second group, or even the third group.Otherwise, even if someone knows about the traverser today, they won't be able to respond quickly today.These people came prepared.Young people's black pupils are thick and deep. They are night runners on the sidewalk, uncles selling ice sugar gourds at roadside stalls, slim women with high heels, and the light and shadow changes from the yellow street lights beside them.He wrote down every detail and reminded himself not to make mistakes.Traffic lights have 12 seconds left.The man in black, who passed by before, is likely to be making a detour back behind him, ready to make up for the next cross tracking.According to the distance of wangchunmen street, Zhenghe road and Kaiyuan Avenue, if it is the running speed of adults, it will take up to 10 minutes.If you want to get off trackThat's now.When the green light is on, the watcher raises his feet to cross the road, while Qingchen suddenly turns back and walks away.The stalker continued to cross the road as if nothing had happened, and whispered, "the target didn't cross the road. He turned back. How long do you have to be in position?"It looks like he's talking to himself, but if someone looks at it carefully, he's got a translucent headset in his left ear."No, I still have two minutes to get to the tracking position."In a flash, the stalker across the road noticed that it was wrong. He suddenly turned back to look for Qingchen's figure, but he couldn't find the teenager."Lost," sighed the tracker at the intersection.In the distance, the young man in the black sweater, who was running with all his strength, replied with a smile: "what a shame, two people staring at one person and even lost it.""You have to stare at him."The young man in the black sweater said with a smile, "guess if he found out we were following him?""I'm sure he found out. He's a master," he saidThe young man in the black sweater thought for a moment and said, "the boy looks like he's only seventeen or eighteen years old. He may still be in high school. If the other party really finds out that we're following, it's too evil. And did you find it? He handled it very naturally. The first time he stopped to make a phone call, I didn't think he found me. Otherwise, I would have directly controlled him"I'm curious why you want to follow him temporarily. We have a lot of tasks today. There's no need to waste time on passers-by.""It's not a temporary intention, but when the captain escorted the target 009 out, I found that he avoided the captain's eyes."
