Personal Security Of The Beautiful President

"Ah!" Meng Caiyan couldn't help screaming when she saw the human skin mask torn from her nephew's face.

"Hush!" Ding Zhe hurriedly silenced Meng Caiyan.

Then gradually exert force.

Finally, the human skin mask was completely torn off the fake Mengyangzhou's face.

The last thing that appeared was a man with high cheekbones, his eyes sharp like a falcon, and his face looked very sinister.

Where is that baby face from Mengyang Zhou!

"Who is this?"

Meng Caiyan screamed, "Where is my nephew?"

"Okay, eldest sister." Ding Zhe put the human skin mask aside, and said at the same time: "You go outside and take care of those big guys in the entertainment industry. I'll interrogate this person, and by the way, ask your nephew if they got it. where it goes."

"Those big guys in the entertainment industry outside?" Meng Caiyan was shocked.

"Yes, I promised Liu Ruotong that she will be extremely popular tomorrow." Ding Zhe was there.

"Good good!"

Meng Caiyan was a little frightened, Huarong paled, and she forcibly calmed down after hearing Ding Zhe's words.

Then turned and walked out of the small room.

As soon as she left the house, she looked back at Ding Zhe: "If there is news about my nephew, tell me immediately."

"Go!"

Ding Zhe waved his hand.

Meng Caiyan is gone.

But here, Ding Zhe pulled out the silver needle from his arms and stabbed the fake Meng Yangzhou twice.

The latter woke up immediately, and then looked at Ding Zhe angrily: "Boy, you should regret this to me. I represent the Meng family..."

Halfway through, he was stunned.

Because Ding Zhe brought a mirror from the room and stood directly in front of him.

Looking at the blood-filled cheek in the mirror, the man was immediately stunned.

Then he turned around and glared at Ding Zhe: "You have ruined the good things of the organization, the organization will not let you go... uh..."

Halfway through, the man curled up and screamed.

It turned out that Ding Zhe had pierced the silver needle directly into his body and said with a smile: "Well, answer my question, you will suffer less. The first question, where is the real Mengyang Prefecture?"

"The second question, what organization do you belong to!"

"Impossible, I won't say that my life has been sold to the organization. If you want to kill, you have to listen to it."

The blood on the man's cheek trickled down.

Two eyes looked at Ding Zhe like a ghost.

"Don't say so." Ding Zhe pulled out the silver needle and pierced it on the tip of his finger.

One!

Two!

Three roots.

...

The sweat and blood on the man's sore cheeks mixed together, and finally couldn't help but said, "I, I said..."

"It would have been wrong for a long time." Ding Zhe sneered before pulling out a few silver needles.

"I, I belong to an organization called Que Qianhuan. The Qianhuan organization is a mysterious organization composed of several hidden families against the hidden orders of the family. My code name is Qianhuan 0013. I have a secret in the outskirts of Ninghai City. Branches... uh!"

Speaking of this, here, this man named Qianhuan 0013 suddenly had two eyes bursting, blood pouring out of his mouth frantically, and then he burst into death.

"Damn it!"

Ding Zhe stretched out his hand and wiped the pulse of Qianhuan 0013, and then sighed.

It turned out that there was a nerve bomb buried in the body of Qianhuan 0013.

Ding Zhe estimated that the setting of this kind of bomb is that once the human skin mask is torn off, it will detonate after a while.

Moreover, this detonation is autonomously controlled.

In other words, even Qianhuan 0013 didn't know it himself.

It can be seen that this organization has strict control over its subordinates.

Seeing Qianhuan 0013 dying by his side, Ding Zhe was helpless.

I don't know, suddenly this time, Didi!

Several soft sounds came from Qianhuan 0013's body.

Ding Zhe was taken aback.

He hurriedly reached out and flipped through it, and finally took out a very strange mobile phone from his arms.

This phone turned out to be an old man's phone.

But the boot is to boot with the fingerprint.

Combining the fingerprint boot technology with the old man machine is also a strange thing.

Following this, Ding Zhe hurriedly picked up Qianhuan 0013's hand.

Okay, there are a few fingerprints on my fingers, which I have already spent a bit of it.

There are a few more.

However, at this moment, the fingerprints on these fingers are also melting a little bit.

Obviously, these are the human nerve bombs at work.

The purpose is to prevent leaks.

The power of this Thousand Fantasy Organization is evident.

Seeing this scene, Ding Zhe's hands were quick and quick, he directly took out the dagger, and cut off Qianhuan's fingers.

After the finger was cut off, the fingerprint stopped melting.

Next, Ding Zhe experimented one by one.

It's so pitiful to see, and finally when he experimented to the last complete, right thumb, the phone screen was unlocked unexpectedly.

While turning on the screen, Ding Zhe saw that there was only a small program called Qianhuan.

During the entry, there is only a simple dialog box.

At this moment, the news inside is as follows: 0013 Have you gotten the big star Liu Ruotong?

Ding Zhe was taken aback, and hurriedly responded to the message and said: Liu Ruotong has been stabilized by worldly methods, and now she is mine.

"Very good, if the organization can get Liu Ruotong, I will give you the first credit."

Ding Zhe quickly turned over the chat log above, and then replied in the tone of Qianhuan 0013: "Thank you for your appreciation, the master."

"You follow Liu Ruotong first and wait for our next instructions." The person called the master said.

"But you want to kill the blood draw?" Ding Zhe asked.

"Bastard." The person's text came from the small program: "There is no one resource in tens of millions of people like Liu Ruotong. How can we kill them? We want to live. As long as she is alive, she can become a member of our Thousand Fantasy Organization. The treasure house of blood provides us with a steady stream of training resources!"

"I understand, Master." Ding Zhe replied.

"That's it." The host ended the chat.

Ding Zhe sat there thinking for a while.

He originally wanted to ask about the whereabouts of the real Meng Yangzhou, but it is estimated that when he asked, the other party would immediately understand that Qianhuan 0013 had a problem.

At that time, this only precious clue will be broken.

However, the chat history in the Qianhuan applet gave him incredible associations.

At the moment, he hurriedly looked through the chat records little by little.

Finally, he finally found the real traces of Mengyang Prefecture inside.

It turned out that just after Qianhuan 0013 successfully impersonated Mengyang Prefecture, the real Mengyang Prefecture was mysteriously transferred.

However, the location is unknown. The above just said that they were handed over in a secret base in the suburbs.

"Um!"

Seeing this, Ding Zhe let out a sigh of relief!

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