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In the alley, Pan An was watching the follower across the street from the corner of his eye while pouring water.

After the man broke into the field of vision without looking sideways, when he was about to enter the blind spot on the other side, he suddenly squatted down and slowly tied his shoelaces, Pan An couldn't help but raise his mouth.

That's kind of interesting!

From Pan An's perspective, it's not hard to see that this guy's tracking skills are second only to the world's top private detectives.

You must know that there are no more top-level private detectives than top-level private security consultants, and the predecessors of all levels of private detectives come from two industries: assassins and agents.

I just don't know if this guy is an assassin or an agent.

While collecting the birds, Pan An weighed them up, but in the end he couldn't confirm the identity of the other party.

But he wasn't in a hurry at all. When he caught this guy later, he would know the truth by asking him with a special method.

After packing up his trousers, Pan An turned around and walked towards the depths of the alley...

This move was really unexpected, and the follower was taken aback for a moment, and after regaining his senses, he hastily chased after him at the entrance of the alley.

After arriving at the entrance of the alley, the follower suddenly realized that he was a little anxious just now, so he couldn't help but stop in time, and silently counted ten numbers in his heart to calm himself down. .

However, this is of no use.

The alley, which was 1.6 meters wide and [-] meters deep, soon came to an end. There was nothing in front of it, and the faces of the followers instantly became extremely ugly.

"Could it be that guy got into that door?" The follower turned around, his eyes were as bright as lightning, and he cast his eyes on the five or six anti-theft doors distributed on both sides of the alley.

At this moment, a black shadow descended from the sky, and landed steadily two feet away from him, completely blocking the exit from the alley.

Who else is not Pan An?
At this moment, Pan An looked at the turtle in front of him with a smile on his face, and asked teasingly, "I've been with me for so long, I thought I was too sensitive, but it turned out that it was really looking for me!"

The hooded follower narrowed his eyes, pursed his mouth, and his whole body was tense like clockwork. He slightly assumed a posture of attacking at any time, and stared at Pan An, as if he hadn't heard the teasing. Silent.

Pan An was bored, so he stopped teasing and lit a cigarette on his own...

Chance!The follower's eyes lit up, and a black dagger suddenly appeared from the palm of his outstretched right hand, and with a kick of his hind legs, the whole person, like an arrow flying from the string, slammed into Pan An directly with a savage impact posture.

If the dagger hadn't been pointed directly at Pan An's chest, even Pan An might not have been able to catch the flashing murderous intent, but with this freely sending and receiving murderous intent, this guy's identity was clearly revealed.

There was no big move, just when the opponent was within a leg distance of him, Pan An suddenly raised his leg at a speed like thunder, and cast a whip kick like a drape, kicking the guy directly. He slammed into the wall so hard that he couldn't even hold the murder weapon in his hand, and fell to the ground ding ding dong dong.

Dizziness and ringing in the ears, confusion of blood and energy, not to mention many negative effects, standing in front of him was a fierce man with countless ghosts. The follower staggered back while shaking his head violently trying to get back to normal as soon as possible, intending to Pull more distance, really go more time.

"This ability to resist blows is not bad—" Pan An raised his eyebrows, and he was really surprised that this guy didn't lie down.

Assassins, assassins, these guys in the professional field, take the agile way, pay attention to one-hit kills, no matter whether they hit or miss, they will immediately flee thousands of miles away, and their ability to resist blows is generally terrible.

Could it be that this guy in front of him is not a pure killer assassin, or something that became a monk halfway?

With a cigarette in his mouth, Pan An slowly approached the opponent step by step. He didn't stop until he retreated to the corner, always covering the opponent within the strike range: "Tell me! What occupation, what purpose."

Panting heavily, he slammed his head against the wall with his hood, and finally managed to get his brain to function normally: "How did you find me?"

"I'm too embarrassed to answer such a layman's question. Whoever discovered the stalker didn't accumulate unusual consciousness to a critical point and finally confirm it suddenly?"

Yi Hood's expression changed, and he finally realized that he had kicked an iron plate.

Before that, he didn't pay much attention to Pan An, even though his force value was not as good as the opponent's, but the killer had never relied on brute force for a long time to eat a bowl of rice.

Like the current unfavorable situation, in his career, he has encountered it once or twice, and in the end, he has not always found a chance to reverse the situation and succeeded in having the last laugh?
It's so unreasonable for a layman to eat raw.

But if it falls into the hands of an expert, it will be dangerous, not to mention a reversal, even the chance of escaping will be suppressed to the point where it can be ignored.

Almost 80.00% of all the killers and assassins who were recruited fell into the hands of experts.The discount rate brought to them by laymen is less than 15.00%.

After realizing this, Yi Hood put away all his wild thoughts and proud obsessions, and said the reason for coming: "I'm just an errand runner, and the higher-ups asked me to come over and try your weight, so as to make some decisions."

"That's it!" Pan An looked at the other party in surprise: "Then I tried it, what's next?"

"I don't know if you want to make a fortune? If you want to, there is an opportunity right now. As long as you succeed, it is easy to make hundreds of millions, and you don't have much to do..."

"Okay, you don't need to say anything, I roughly guessed what you guys want to do." Pan An suddenly realized, and then interrupted the guy's solicitation speech, expressing his rejection very clearly: "I am not short of money!"

Seeing that Yi Hood seemed to have something to say, Pan An waved his hand: "If I'm not wrong, you guys want to use me to do something to Zhao Qianqian, right? To be honest, I'm not interested in your plot at all. I don't think so either. That silly roe deer needs my help to get through the crisis, and I met her by accident, and I didn't even leave a contact information..."

Following Pan An's narration, Yi Hoo Hoo's complexion was wonderful.

I was flustered because the other party had guessed the truth, and I was puzzled by his indifferent attitude, but in the end they all turned into expressions of disbelief on my face, as if I believe you are a ghost.

This attitude made Pan An unable to bear the pain.

These days, no one will believe the truth?There is no way to continue communicating at all!
"What I said is true. Believe it or not, I will leave it here anyway. Feel free to make as much noise as you want, as long as you don't drag me into it. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude! By the way, go back Remember to tell your boss, my name is Pan An, don't make fun of yourself!"

Leaving this sentence behind, Pan An turned around and returned to Lei's courtyard, which gave him a headache.