The subordinate took the file, opened the page, saw the content on it, and was slightly stunned.

They are already investigating in depth, but they still found nothing, which is too strange.

Can a small designer do this so well?

It's incredible.

This so-called writer has superb car skills, great hacking skills, and such a strong organizational ability.

Most importantly, she is still a woman.

Leng Tiong didn't dare to think, who would she be?

At present, besides Momo, he has never heard of anyone so good.

He hadn't thought about it before, but after seeing Qing Qing Zhenrong last time, this thought completely disappeared.

"Pavilion Master, what should I do now?"

Leng Juo's thin lips pressed slightly, and he took out his cell phone and dialed a number.

"Bring the bullet back to Leng's house as soon as possible."

He now hopes that Momo can understand the number above to know which organization it belongs to.

Qingbei University.

After school, Bo Hua came to pick up Qiao Yimo.

After Qiao Yimo got in the car, he raised Erlang's legs, remembering something, and lazily said: "Where is the bullet?"

Bo Hua glanced at the rearview mirror and said lightly: "At the villa."

"Okay." Qiao Yimo looked at the scenery outside the window and couldn't help but wonder: I don't know who caused him.

*

After returning to the villa, there were many more people in the villa.

Qiao Yimo sat on the sofa with Erlang's legs tilted, and took the bullet that Bohua handed over.

"Miss Qiao, wear gloves." Bo Hua reminded aside.

Qiao Yimo was stunned when he heard the words, and curled his lips. "It's quite careful."

Three bullets, neither light nor heavy, one is a pistol, the other two are a rifle.

The moment I got it, it was a little weird.

It can be seen that the bullet process is very detailed and must be dedicated to the organization.

However, Qiao Yimo said directly, and took a closer look at the bullet code.

Seeing that she was so serious, Bo Hua couldn't help but say: "This organization is not easy to deal with. Master Tiou went to M country for a day, and he found nothing. Now I can only rely on Miss Qiao to see something."

Qiao Yimo stared at the bullet's code, his head also lifted, only his thin lips hooked slightly.

What annoys him, it should be very powerful.

Staring at the bullet-encoded eyes, his eyes gradually getting deeper and deeper, Qiao Yimo raised his eyes and glanced at Bo Hua, a trace of unknown emotion flashed through his eyes: "These bullets..."

Qingbei University.

After school, Bo Hua came to pick up Qiao Yimo.

After Qiao Yimo got in the car, he raised Erlang's legs, remembering something, and lazily said: "Where is the bullet?"

Bo Hua glanced at the rearview mirror and said lightly: "At the villa."

"Okay." Qiao Yimo looked at the scenery outside the window and couldn't help but wonder: I don't know who caused him.

*

After returning to the villa, there were many more people in the villa.

Qiao Yimo sat on the sofa with Erlang's legs tilted, and took the bullet that Bohua handed over.

"Miss Qiao, wear gloves." Bo Hua reminded aside.

Qiao Yimo was stunned when he heard the words, and curled his lips. "It's quite careful."

Three bullets, neither light nor heavy, one is a pistol, the other two are a rifle.

The moment I got it, it was a little weird.

It can be seen that the bullet process is very detailed and must be dedicated to the organization.

However, Qiao Yimo said directly, and took a closer look at the bullet code.

Seeing that she was so serious, Bo Hua couldn't help but say: "This organization is not easy to deal with. Master Tiou went to M country for a day, and he found nothing. Now I can only rely on Miss Qiao to see something." JrNovels.com