The villain is not allowed to hug

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In the bustling avenues of the city, the lights are feasting, the people are drunk, and the bars are even more singing and dancing. The deafening music is accompanied by the cheers of the demons dancing wildly.

The colorful lights shone on the dance floor. Men and women rubbed their bodies together, twisting their thin willow waists, and their graceful curves fit closely with those behind them, with expressions of excitement and enjoyment on their faces.

Shen Feng was dressed in casual attire, and walked across the dance floor in a flowing manner. Many women threw themselves into his arms, but they were all rejected one by one: "Brother has something to do today, be good, come and play tomorrow."

The woman has wine-red hair and long and pointed nails. She groped Shen Feng's tight chest restlessly with her hands, and said in a coquettish voice: "The madman can fool people. Last time he ran away while he was taking a bath."

Seeing the impatience on Shen Feng's face, the woman looked a little fearful, so she had no choice but to take the next best thing, put it on Shen Feng's shoulder and said: "Then let's surprise the madman tomorrow, you must come."

When he mentioned the word "surprise", his technique was extremely provocative, and after he finished speaking, he blew into Shen Feng's ear before leaving reluctantly.

When the woman turned around, Shen Feng strode away, stretched out his hand to wipe away the discomfort in his ears, took off the jacket that held the perfume, and threw it on the waiter.

Entering the elevator, go directly to the top floor, looking at the clear face on the elevator door, Shen Feng brushed a lock of hair, and said with his tongue: "Young master is so beautiful and beautiful, I don't know who will get it in the future."

Just as he was narcissistic, the elevator door opened silently, and a group of boys lined up in two rows at the elevator door, holding pistols in their hands, waiting for them.

A road was formed between the two columns, and it was leading to an open door. Inside the door, a bald man was sitting behind the coffee table, smoking a big cigarette, and two bodyguards with guns stood beside him.

"It's just a trade, Mr. Zheng really has a great posture." With a smile on the corner of his mouth, Shen Feng took out a small black bag from his trouser pocket and hung it on his fingertips, turning it casually and slowly.

Mr. Zheng took a puff of cigarette, put his arms on his thighs: "You have to be careful when dealing with madmen, right?"

"I came here with sincerity this time, search it, search it casually." Shen Feng squeezed the small black bag in his hand, raised his hands above his head, let the two people at the door search him, and said: "Hey Hey, behave yourself, mad man, I am a man and woman, and I have to be responsible for lighting a fire."

Those two people checked very carefully, and after a while, three daggers, five steel needles, three boxes of bullets, and a box of... small firecrackers appeared in the tray?

The inspecting hand returned to Shen Feng's waist, and when he touched the rope around his waist, Shen Feng teased again: "Oh, brother, is this belt a dangerous item? You want me to trade with my butt naked? Or is it that Mr. Zheng has some special hobbies? I am the one above, so Mr. Zheng don't get in trouble."

As he said that, he looked at Mr. Zheng and raised his eyebrows. Seeing that Mr. Zheng had only the little black bag in his eyes, and he couldn't find anything else, he waved his hand to let him go: "Crazy man really likes to joke, I still want to live See the sun the next day."

Shen Feng stepped on the soft carpet as if the people with guns on both sides were decorations. He walked into the room casually, and the door behind him "touched" and closed instantly, and he could vaguely hear the sound of locking.

Not seeing anyone else, I sat down on the opposite side of Mr. Zheng, threw the small black bag on the coffee table, and when Mr. Zheng reached out to check the goods, Shen Feng's feet were on the coffee table in an instant, and the soles of the shoes were pressing on the thin part of the bag. The rope also blocked Mr. Zheng's movements.

Sitting on the armchair, bent over and picked up a cigarette from the coffee table, put it in front of his nose and sniffed it: "Mr. Zheng, you are not in a trading posture. What about what I want?"

With Mr. Zheng's acquiescence, the bodyguard lit the cigarette for Shen Feng. Mr. Zheng stretched out his hand, and the bodyguard handed over a file bag to Mr. Zheng.

Mr. Zheng held the file bag and said: "There are 32 undercover special forces in all fields, and the madman can check first."

With a cigarette in his mouth, Shen Feng withdrew his legs, took the file bag with a smile, opened it and said with a smile: "If you want me to say, Mr. Zheng has great powers, he can get undercover information, and I don't know who I am the first to know." of."

"Heh." Mr. Zheng smiled mockingly, picked up the little black bag and opened it for inspection: "Don't worry, crazy man, you are the first person to open it besides me, but I don't understand a little bit, how did the crazy man know that I have the bag in my hand?" Have this thing? Can you trade new fruits with me?"

Shen Feng didn't speak, but looked at each piece of information, his eyes became more and more sinister, and the corner of his mouth curled up: "A bastard must have some strength, but the key is that it depends on the strength. Now it seems that Zheng Always better."

As he spoke, he put the materials back into the document bag, and slowly moved his fingertips on the document bag, took out the cigarette from his mouth with one hand, and exhaled a puff of thick smoke from his mouth. With unclear eyes, he said slowly: "But I am a person who likes to eat alone, how can Mr. Zheng enjoy it first?"

The voice was gentle, but in Mr. Zheng's ears, each word was heavier than each word, like a sharp knife that took people's lives.

Mr. Zheng did not show any timidity on his face, but he was confident: "Crazy man, you'd better see the situation clearly. Although I don't want to tear myself apart with your family, I also can't watch you make waves in front of me."

"Oh? Home?" Shen Feng stood up and threw the file bag back into Mr. Zheng's arms: "I don't have any home."

Shrugging innocently, he casually threw the cigarette in his hand into Mr. Zheng's arms, but was blocked by the file bag and rolled to the ground without touching a piece of Mr. Zheng's clothes.

This insulting behavior really made people angry, and the two bodyguards beside Mr. Zheng had already set up their guns, pointing their guns at Shen Feng.

Mr. Zheng said with a dark face, "Shen Feng! You are really good at playing bombs, and you have destroyed and swallowed up a lot of sites. That's why we respectfully call you crazy, but you don't seem to have any arrogant capital now."

Shen Feng crossed his hips, tilted his head, and said with an evil smile: "Boss Zheng, you seem to have said the wrong thing. I will not keep anyone who has touched this file bag alive."

"What? What do you mean!" Hearing this, Zheng finally panicked.

madman!Shen Feng is a lunatic. When he was 20 years old, he single-handedly blew up countless gangs and came back safe and sound.

When there was an exchange of fire at the border, foreign countries and the army fought fiercely. Just because they invaded their own territory, this lunatic was able to blow up the foreign headquarters and force the foreign army to withdraw.

This intrusion into the enemy's country also goes through layers of security checks, and enters openly, just like this time!

He thought that there was no bomb on Shen Feng's body anymore!

"Shoot! Shoot! Hurry up!"

Mr. Zheng wanted to run away when he saw this, but Shen Feng just stood there, watching Mr. Zheng flee with a smile.

At the moment when the two bodyguards got the order, Shen Feng's hand around his waist instantly pulled out a long rope. It was originally a belt decoration, but now it turned into a rope dart.

A rope pulled the hands of two bodyguards, and there were hidden barbs on the rope darts, and blood dripped down the body. Amidst the screams, the door was opened, and gunshots rang out all at once.

Shen Feng's figure quickly walked through the room, grabbed Mr. Zheng who was about to escape, and stood in front of him, using Mr. Zheng as a shield.

A group of people held their guns and did not dare to move again. Mr. Zheng was already sweating profusely from fright, and said repeatedly: "Don't shoot! Put the gun down!"

He said tremblingly again: "Crazy, crazy man, I was wrong, please forgive me."

"Mr. Zheng, have you ever heard that curiosity killed the cat?" Shen Feng had a gentle smile on his face, and with a wave of the rope dart in his hand, he tightly tied Mr. He said softly in his ear: "You have to hold on to this undercover list."

After finishing speaking, he threw the man and the bag towards the group of subordinates vigorously, and the rope dart circled across the document bag, unexpectedly bringing out some sparks, and then there was a sizzling sound.

Mr. Zheng's eyes widened, and he suddenly recalled that Shen Feng's hand had rubbed against the document bag! ! !

Suddenly came to an unimaginable conclusion: "Shen Feng! You are also an undercover agent!"

His back hit his hand, and the rope dart on his body disappeared, and he saw the man near the window, smiling, and put his index finger in front of his mouth: "Shh, keep a low profile."

He kicked the broken glass, jumped, and looked back to see Mr. Zheng throwing down the file bag, and ran to the window desperately.

Unfortunately, the action was too slow, the file bag sparked, and with a loud noise, the group of subordinates were instantly blown to pieces, and the box of "small firecrackers" that had been confiscated before had invisibly increased the power of becoming.

At the last glance, I saw Mr. Zheng buried in a sea of ​​flames.

Shen Feng flicked the rope dart again, and it directly penetrated a glass. In the violent vibration of the building, he grasped the rope dart tightly until the length of the rope dart stopped the free fall.

With his feet on the glass, he broke through the window and entered, and pulled hard, and the rope dart returned to his hand.

Two screams were deafening, Shen Feng frowned, rubbed his ears, and said: "It's okay, you go on, pretend I don't exist."

The two white bodies were tightly joined together, the woman immediately covered her body with a quilt, and saw Shen Feng calmly opened the door and walked out of the room.

Suddenly pushing the door open again, the two of them were so frightened that they quickly said, "I didn't see anything!"

"No." Shen Feng glanced at the medicine bottle on the table, and said with a smile: "I came back just to say that eating too much of Awei is not good for your health."

Man: "..." He could only nod repeatedly.

The Bureau of Secrecy has spies, and all the information about the undercover gangs in the border cities has been leaked. According to the clues, the contact person is Zheng Goudan.

The spy has been captured, but Zheng Goudan has fled back to his lair, this information must not be leaked to the outside world, otherwise, both underground gangs and enemy countries will take action.

But if the country mobilizes its power, it will definitely break this short-term balance, so this job falls to the head of Mad Lord Shen Feng, who has been undercover for four years and has made countless achievements by means of gangsters, and he is proficient in playing with bombs.

Shen Feng leisurely went downstairs, walked around two streets, then stopped, stretched, rubbed his neck, looked around, and turned into an alley.

He muttered: "What, it's really thankless. After finishing the work, I don't send someone to pick it up. I'm so dirty that I can't just go home and sleep."

"Tell me, is it miserable to be an undercover agent?" Shen Feng turned his head and looked into the dark: "You followed me all the way, like a dog skin plaster, you can't shake it off, why don't you come out and meet me? Treat me to a cup of coffee, too. OK."

Sure enough, a footstep approached slowly, with a voice changer: "Shen Feng, 24 years old, a national first-level secret agent, affiliated to the dust-free special team. When he was five years old, his mother died as a prostitute. When he was seven years old, his father was drunk and poisoned Afterwards, he entered the orphanage, but fled again less than a year later, and used a car to blow up five people including the director and staff."

Shen Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, and stepped back with the rope dart at his waist in his hand, but the man kept pressing him: "After investigation, the dean bought and sold people and organs, so you were spotted by the Wuchen special team and became a special soldier. He became an undercover agent at that time, and he has made countless meritorious deeds so far."

Seeing that this person knew his information well, Shen Feng frowned, pondered for a moment, and suddenly asked: "Brother, are you doing a population survey? Knowing such details, could it be that you have a crush on me?"

Only the captain knew his identity, and even if the information was leaked, there was no way to find out. Special soldier Shen Feng and Dao Shang Shen Feng would not be associated with the same person at all.

After all, one experience was so ordinary that it couldn't be more ordinary, while the other crawled out of the mud and entered the underground gang with a stinking smell all over his body.

However, this person knows all too well...

The other party seemed to be annoyed, and stopped walking. The dim light could vaguely see the outline of the man's jaw, but it was a pity that the man was wearing a mask and couldn't see his face clearly.

Seeing the opponent's body move, Shen Feng immediately swung the rope dart, unexpectedly, his back hurt, and the silencer gun! ! !

Immediately afterwards, a mouthful of blood spat out from his mouth, and he collapsed on the ground weakly, his eyes were distracted: "Sneak attack from behind, no way!"

A pair of leather shoes came into view, and the owner of the shoes also squatted down, but Shen Feng only felt that he had lost too much blood, and his whole body was weak, and he didn't even have the strength to raise his hands.

The eyelids were getting heavy, and a tear was stuck in the eye socket.

Since this person can know his information, then the other undercover agents must also know the information. Damn it, after killing Zheng Goudan, another Cheng Yaojin popped up.

After all, the information is not well protected, what about the 32 people...

Not only did he not die on the way to serve the country, but he also died so aggrieved...

I'm really not reconciled...