National School Prince Is A Girl

A bang!

It is the blade in the hands of Qin Mo.

When flying out, it is necessary to draw his finger.

Otherwise no focus.

However, the cut is the wrist of the other party!

"Ah!" The tragic sound came.

The two gunmen held their right hand and just wanted to pick up the gun again.

The muzzle of Qin Mo has already been directed at the tattooed man on the ground. He stood there with his long body standing, holding a gun in his left hand, and still bleeding at his fingertips when his right hand hangs down, but this does not affect his body. Qing Gui: "You don't want to let your boss live?"

After all, it was just two men. When I saw that my boss was pointed at by a gun, the movements were all in place.

The tattooed man clenched his teeth tightly, and even the remote control reached the other's hands. The matter was to break his last road. The face was full of only the unwilling and full of suffocation: "You guys Who is it?"

No matter the young man’s skill, or the beautiful flying knife, ordinary people can’t come out!

Their identity is not even a policeman!

The tattooed man did not expect who he would fall into. He had to know that he had been used to it for so many years, and he had not planted his head.

What's more, in the mainland where the efficiency of work is so poor, although they are somewhat difficult in terms of safety, in terms of their skills and layout, as long as they are not dispatched by special forces, no one can do it right.

Outside the simple room, the Yellow Bureau is still worried. I can still hear the sound. After the gunshot, it is probably a problem with the bug. I can only hear the spurs.

But he forgot, they have a sniper here.

After the coyote passed through the gun hole and took all of what happened, he calmly put down the sniper rifle: "Qin Shao got the remote control, the main drug dealer has been controlled, the yellow bureau, let's order."

Secretary Huang stunned.

In the previous second, he was still fidgeting and thinking about how to dredge the masses and minimize the damage.

This second, his mood has no way to describe it, how strong the two children are, in such a short time, the Jedi will live!

The Yellow Bureau did not delay the time and immediately ordered.

The members of the squad were divided into two groups and rushed into the simple room.

The coyotes who used to set up the sniper rifle have left the scene, just as they have never been.

In the off-road Land Rover, the man named Magician, there is no disguise today, a military camouflage, handsome: "Young master?"

"Nothing." The coyotes' answer has always been simple.

The magician sighed: "I said, you can't say more than two words, such as what the young master is now, don't use us to follow up, or say..."

The coyotes glanced at him and interrupted: "Retreat."

"You look like this, don't think about your wife!"

The Coyote listened to the magician's sentence and reacted. Hesitated and decided to gossip: "The young master and the boy are together."

"Which boy?" The fat man sitting behind the car erected. He didn't take the lead. He really couldn't see it. He was wearing a military uniform. There was always something different.

The coyotes swept through the crowd with a glimpse of indescribable light: "Just the boy."

Everyone understands this sentence!

The fat man is even stiff in his neck: "No, the young master has already shown his love to such a heart-wrenching situation, and he is carrying a little **** with business..."

The atmosphere in the car is really too quiet.

After all, none of them thought about it. The first person who took off the bill would be their BOSS. The man who has no desire, is not destined to be a monk?

Originally thought that even if the long is not at the starting line, at least in the search for a wife, they will beat BOSS.

What is the situation?

The young master is really tempted?

On this side, several big men are still lamenting for impermanence.

On the other hand, the haze of the tattooed male eye is more and more obvious. He is obsessed with an answer, so stay retaliate later!

However, he did not know that he would have no chance to carry out his revenge in the following.

After the squad came in, everyone was handcuffed.

Tattooed man looked at Qin Mo: "How? Dare to catch me, don't dare to report your name?"

At this time, Qin Mo finally looked at him and his tone was very weak: "Is it worthwhile to report my name?"

In this sentence, the tattooed man's face is distorted!

After listening to the thin nine, there is only one thought, what kind of hand to move, after the fight, let the big gods move their mouths, absolutely invincible.

At this time, the tattooed man smiled coldly at the corner of his mouth: "You thought that you really won, and getting the remote control is so arrogant, to tell your superiors, it is best to let me go immediately, otherwise it will be half an hour later. Someone blown it here to the ground."

"What do you mean?" Huang’s brow wrinkled.

The tattooed man’s eyes are staring at Qin Mo: “I want to know why, let this person call me a grandfather first.”

"You!" Huang Bureau really has never seen such a arrogant criminal.

Tattoo males have never put people here in their eyes. Even if they are caught, his heart is very clear. As long as there is a handle in hand, the other party does not dare to really take him.

"Why don't you call it? Or do you think that within half an hour, can someone remove the bombs here?" The tattooed man rubbed his handcuffs, but did not take the people in front of him seriously.

Even if they have their own people inside, the position of the person is even higher, and these little ones are nothing.

To put it bluntly, this Chinese person has no difference in his eyes from the pig.

However the next second.

The smugness of the tattooed man is cut off.

Not because of anything else, but because of the silver-haired teenager's chuckle: "It's just a computer remote control software, and I want the **** to call your grandfather. Everyone will lose their dreams."

Hearing, the tattooed man suddenly turned his head.

I saw that the teenager had opened the remote control and watched his black light, as if the air in his face was heavier than his.

But even then, the tattooed man is not completely afraid: "I found it? Oh, it seems that you are not too stupid, but if you find out, this startup software program can not be cracked by anyone."

“Is it?” Boji stood up, copying his trouser pocket with one hand, and swept his eyes, and then smiled: “That’s really a pity, I’m just in the middle of those who can crack.”

what?

The tattooed man’s face changed and his eyes smashed.

The first reaction is not to believe.

How is it possible, this program was made by that person.

Unless it is the top five hackers in the world, there is no way to crack it!

"Yellow, is there a notebook?" Thin nine hesitated for a long time before deciding to call the Huang Bureau Huangren, did not call the small word, in order to leave a face for the Yellow Bureau, after all, so many people looked.

The Huang Bureau did not feel that this little broken child left a face for himself. He coughed heavily and his voice was thick: "Do you really have a certainty?"

The Yellow Bureau has the consideration of the Yellow Bureau. This matter is no small matter and cannot be decided casually.

The new psychocriminalist also has his plan: "This remote control is very sophisticated, and my opinion is that other professional people come over and say."

"Time?" The three words of Qin Mo are not flat.

Let the man look over here: "Since I have no time, I will follow the instructions of the desperate. This gentleman probably doesn't understand. I am a psychological expert. People like this will really say it. Come, because in his eyes, life is not what it is."

"It seems that there are people who know the game." The smugness of the tattooed man's mouth has become more and more popular: "That would be easier."

Qin Mo did not even look at this side, the half of the light, facing the yellow road: "notebook."

Huang Bureau bites his teeth: "This is sent."

The Smith expert in the suit was annoyed: "This gentleman, did you listen to me, I said..."

"I know a little about psychology." Qin Mo interrupted his words: "Here is China, my country, let my first criminal come so unscrupulously, and so arrogant, you think it is possible Mr. Smith, you should still not know who I am, but we have a word in China, you will probably be familiar with it."

Having said that, Qin Mog lifted up the sputum, and the voice was very light, but it smacked the heart: "The one who committed me in China, though far away."

Smith did not say a meal.

The people standing in the surrounding area are all native Chinese people, who have no warm-blooded manhood.

How can you let people go?

I don’t want to fight, I am sorry for the clothes on them.

At this time, the Yellow Bureau also has the main heart, that is, no matter what Mr. Smith is saying, he will be as far as the other party.

Smith did not know what to say, mainly because the other party knew who he was, and he still hadn’t gotten the other side’s news.

Thin nine swept the squint and thought that after returning to the Fifth Avenue, the first object of harassment must be Smith.

Nothing wrong, the expert in front of him, Bojiu knows, and has not met her since she met her. Even the people in the case group said that she knows her well?

Even more incredible is that he is still in the premise of premise psychology.

This child is really looking for a bitterness... Go back in one sentence?

Thin nine chuckled and picked up a notebook from the case of the crime case.

It was such a chuckle that the tattooed man did not know why, but he felt that his palm was a little sweaty.

Slamming.

I don't know what the teenager thought at this time, but he ordered a cigarette.

Just when everyone sees it.

Thin nine has a new action, the metal lighter, actually turned into another form when the teenager smoked, the USB interface was inserted into the notebook.

"This is not a lighter?" Huang Bureau felt strange.

Thin Nine handed a sip of cigarettes to Qin Mo, and then smiled: "It is a lighter, but it can be used as a U disk if necessary."

Huang Bureau really felt incredible, and looked down at something that couldn’t be seen as a U disk. The delicate pattern spread into the shape of a dragon snake, giving people an indescribable momentum.

I don't know where the nine young people got it from?

However, now is not the time to sigh.

The most important thing is to let the remote control invade the other party's computer and destroy the software that controls the bomb, so that everything can return to safety.

Can this nine really do?

The Yellow Bureau has heard the ridiculous deeds of many former teenagers.

One of them was the child who went to the hospital in order to chase the man.

Huang Bureau is very embarrassed.

Because no one knows what the outcome will be.

Time is still moving.

This means that the danger is getting closer.

"It's useless. Do you think you can just find someone who can have a computer?" The voice of the tattooed man just got up.

Just listen, the rhythmic keyboard sound, like the one used to plug his mouth, is very fast.

The person behind the boy is too late to see what is being typed on the screen. Seeing countless dialog boxes open at the same time, as if they are running.

The teenager did not forget to explain while typing: "There will be a trace of the other party's IP address in the program. First use the computer around me to help me find out the other party."

"How, use?" Even as the director of the squad, the Huang Bureau has not seen anyone doing this.

When the boy squats and the silver hair breaks down, the corner of his mouth bends, and the tiger's teeth are exposed: "It's very simple. The speed of the computer is to run the memory, take all the memory out and use it together, it will be very fast... ...oh, found it."

found it?

The yellow board can't read what the pop-up is, but there is a dialog box that pauses on the screen.

Then, seeing the teenager's fingers like playing Chopin, flying on the keyboard, even seeing the shadows in the hands.

Like a swooping eagle, nothing can stop it from invading and hunting!

However, at this time, the boy stopped, and the good-looking brow picked up.

The Yellow Bureau followed a little nervous: "What?"

"The other party has set up her own unique firewall." Thin nine-sided typing: "The crack takes a little time."

The tattooed man stood next to him. He had seen the big winds and waves, looked at the clocks hanging on it, and then taunted and laughed: "Huang, Secretary, I have already said that this program can be broken by anyone who runs the software. There are 24 minutes, if I were you, I will change your current idea.",

"You don't have to change your mind." Thin nine took the time to lift up: "This level of firewall can be done in two minutes."

For a long time, the tattooed man's face was all green, his hands clenched: "Do you think you broke into the firewall, will not be discovered? Do you know who is sitting there!"

"You boss?" Xiao Jiuyi smiled, casually said: "That is really scary, but I am a good person to hide, she can not find me to this extent."

Huang Bureau: ... your attitude, really can't see a little scared.

The tattooed man can understand it. The boy did not put his words on his mind. He would like to see the kid who is not afraid of this day, how long it can be arrogant!

Waiting for being abused!