The clouds and mists have dispersed, and everyone knows that I love you.

Chapter 705 I Remember What You Look Like

Xing Jiashan protected the female corpse on his shoulders.

The high spinning kick and sweeping kick could easily knock down a group of people, giving Song Qianchen the upper hand with the electric baton in his hand, which was like a dragon playing in the water and was used with ease.

In Miao Man's palm, the hard blade was swung wildly, hitting the side of people's heads, knocking them unconscious one after another.

Seeing the large number of patrol police and armed police rushing in from the rear, Shi Rong narrowed her beautiful eyes dangerously, knowing that fighting like this was not a solution.

He grabbed Xing Jiashan and Song Qianchen with both hands and was busy beating people.

"You two go drive, hurry up."

The two men took orders and left in the chaos.

"Ok!"

Shi Rong temporarily left the battlefield with more people and more power to Huo Jiuzhou and his men.

She lowered her head and quickly collected some stones of appropriate size according to the number of police officers.

When the two men drove over, Shi Rong put her small hand on the big hand that Shi Yang extended to her.

When the man's powerful long arms lifted the little woman into the air, Shi Rong took the opportunity to give half of the prepared stones to Shi Yang.

The brother and sister, one above and one below, raised their hands at the same time, twisted and turned alternately, used the flying flower hidden weapon finger technique, used the stone as a needle, and shot out repeatedly.

The iron-hard stones, like long legs, flew straight towards the weak points of the people and instantly knocked down rows and groups of uniformed policemen, numbering more than a hundred.

"I go!?"

Chu Yu was simply stunned!

"What kind of play is this?"

Shi Yang withdrew his attack, held Shi Rong in one hand, turned around and ran, while with the other hand he grabbed Chu Yu, who was still in a daze.

"Hey, run... and ask!"

Chu Yu was stuffed into Xing Jiashan's car, and Shi Yang and Shi Rong both got into the back door of Song Qianchen's car.

"Go, go!"

The two men were also trying their best. Seeing that several people had all rushed back into the car, they suddenly turned the steering wheel and sped away along the narrow path behind them.

To be on the safe side, Song Qianchen drove the car for a distance and passed through a tunnel.

Shi Rong pressed a raised red button next to the driver's seat, raising and lowering the black exterior of the supercar to a navy blue with a silver background.

Miao Man behind him followed suit and pressed the button next to Xing Jiashan, changing the color of his car to a different color.

"Where's the body?"

After confirming that there was no tail following the car, Shi Rong raised his hand and poked Song Qianchen's elbow.

"It's in the trunk of your car. Don't worry, baby. We didn't throw it away."

Shi Rong nodded, as long as he didn’t throw it away.

Then, her pleading eyes fell on De Shiyang's head beside her.

"Brother, let's build a tomb for her in the wild? At least we can have a place to worship her in the future. If it weren't for protecting the Walui, she wouldn't have died."

Shi Yang stretched out his long arm, wrapped his arm around the slender waist of the little woman, and put his face close to hers intimately.

"Okay, I'll listen to you. If her body isn't that badly decomposed, it's not impossible to bring her back to her family for burial. I hope that after this lesson, Walui will really learn her lesson."

Shi Rong sighed.

"Yes."

As if he suddenly remembered something, Shi Yang kissed the little hand in his palm.

"By the way, what's her name?"

Shi Rong thought for a moment.

"Killing means killing. Except for me, almost everyone in the Tripartite Intelligence Agency is an orphan without a father or a mother.

Mays adopted them when they were young, and through gradually intensive training, he turned them into assassins available to him."

Shi Yang nodded in understanding.

"Okay, then we'll erect a monument with this name."

Shi Rong also nodded.

"Ah."

……

Back in the wild, the brother and sister moved the body out of the trunk and ordered Miao Man to find a few folding and extended engineer shovels.

After finding a relatively flat place, several people gathered together and used their shovels to dig a hole in the ground that was just big enough to hold her body.

After burying the body, Shi Rong groped in the dark and found a few large stones suitable for use as a tombstone from nearby. He then broke the remaining stones into pieces and placed them around the grave.

After finishing all this, Huo Jiuzhou's tombstone was also engraved. Shi Rong took it and took a look.

The calligraphy he wrote was in the elegant and freehand cursive style, with the strokes moving like dragons and snakes, and the petals of flowers and the edges of butterflies, giving it a transcendent and extraordinary aura, like the soaring of phoenixes and dragons.

Shi Rong couldn't help but blink her beautiful eyes at him and teased him.

"Alright, Mr. Huo! Your handwriting is better than my brother's!"

The man smiled gently, lifted a strand of hair from her temple with his long fingers, and gently tucked it behind her ear.

"It's far inferior to you, Mr. Xiao Ying. You write better."

"Hahahaha!"

Chu Yu and the others were amused by the two men's fake compliments, but Shi Yang was the only one who glared in anger.

"Who said that? Your brother's handwriting is much better than his!"

Those who know him know that Shi Yang is best at running script, which is different from Huo Jiuzhou's unrestrained cursive script, and has a heroic and delicate quality as a whole.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah… both of you wrote good stuff, okay?"

Shi Rong filled the hole in front of the grave with the tombstone in his hand, which was of the perfect size, and stared at the name of the female killer for a few seconds.

Then, under the slightly surprised gazes of several people, Shi Rong opened his arms and hugged the cold stone tablet.

"This isn't the first time we've met. When I was 16, you were the one who sent me off on my first mission.

I remember what you looked like. You were very beautiful, with willow-shaped eyebrows, a cherry mouth, and always had straight, shiny black hair.

The first thing you said to me was: 'Long, straight black hair is the most timeless hairstyle.'

You also said: "Every time a killer goes out, he should wear a smile on his face, so that even if he dies in the end, he will appear confident."

In the many years since then, I haven't had the chance to say thank you to you in person.

Don’t think my behavior is too crazy, your body is too decomposed, I can’t bring myself to do it…”

The men originally felt uncomfortable when they heard Shi Rong reminiscing about the past and expressing his gratitude.

But her last sentence, a double-edged reversal of the truth, made everyone break down in amazement, lowered their heads, and chuckled.

Letting go of the tombstone, Shi Rong pinched her slender fingers together, and a clear light flashed. Out of thin air, she conjured up a white rose with petals blooming.

He squatted and buried the ground in front of the monument, muttering softly as he did so.

"This one flower cost me $150 billion. You must be more motivated and give this young lady more beautiful companions next year..."

"Hahahahaha!"

When Shi Yang and the others heard this, they laughed so hard that they bent over and couldn't get up.

I'm dying of laughter! How can this little woman be so cute?

……

Back in the cabin, Shi Rong asked Xing Jiashan to copy for her the three numbers representing the coordinates of the location.

I found a pen and paper and spent a long time writing and calculating carefully.

Chu Yu and Song Qianchen leaned over in confusion, looking left and right, but still couldn't understand what she was writing.

"What is she doing?"

Shi Yang smiled.

"She is using a well-known mathematical formula from abroad to calculate the exact geographical location of the group."

(Today is Qingming Festival, so I wrote a scene about digging graves and erecting tombstones. May the deceased rest in peace and live forever. ?????)