Chapter 207 This time, I am so sad to keep an eye on...

The sun seemed to jump out of the horizon. When Mixue'er walked out of the apartment building, the gray and dark color in the sky had just faded. Although there was no shadow of the sun in the sky, the sky was bright and bright. Under this brilliant sky, Mixue'er was wearing a black skirt. The material of the skirt seemed to be mesh, vaguely revealing the colorful and bright belts in the skirt.

At this moment, the fat woman commented in her low voice in the headphones she was wearing: "Every day, she would walk from her home to the morning market behind the street, and then pass through the morning market. Well, not far away is the cafe (restaurant) where she works..."

An Feng glanced at the driver Roger. At this time, in Argyle's car, An Feng's cover partner, the thin Joseph whispered: "I'm getting off the car."

An Feng looked at himself in the rear mirror: ordinary gray jeans, ordinary gray sweatshirt on the upper body, a gray baseball cap, and the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose were replaced with black plastic frames. He looked like a farm boy and an ordinary hard-working worker on the streets of London.

He grabbed a coat and draped it on his body casually - this was to cover up the gun. He checked the briefcase in his hand again - the briefcase was also light gray and had nothing to do with conspicuous points.

An Feng, dressed in gray, jumped out of the car. Now the only other color on his body was the black-framed glasses on his face. At this time, there was an abortion on the streets of London. He walked into the alley where Michelle's house was inconspicuously with a briefcase under his armpit.

The super-vision feeling moved forward and captured Mi Xueer's figure: At this moment, she had crossed the first street corner and was about to enter the alley of the morning market.

At this time, the sun was shining brightly, and Mixue's shadow jumped happily at her feet. Joseph followed not far away, and followed slowly. The sunglasses on Joseph's face simultaneously transmitted the information she monitored to all nearby people involved in the monitoring.

Everything is ready and everyone is full of confidence.

Not far from the entrance of the alley is a breakfast restaurant, with two or three roadside tables under the sunshade. There are already people on two of the tables, and the waiter is placing juice, bread and other breakfast food on the middle table.

Mixue'er passed through these dining tables with a spirit. In the blink of an eye, she changed a trick in front of everyone: she seemed to wave her left hand unconsciously, and three fingers pinched the juice cup on the table. When her right hand shook back, the orange juice cup had already jumped behind her, and her left hand jumped to her right hand.

While walking normally, Mixue'er's juice cup was lifted up and reached the cherry red lips... After two breaths, the juice was reduced by one third. Taking another step, the juice cup jumped to the middle dining table. At the same time, a bread ham on the plate disappeared on the middle dining table.

Mixue'er's walking pace did not change at all. The guests' shouts were already heard behind her: "Hey, where is my juice? Hospitality, have you seen it...ah? Who put my cup on your table?"

The hospitality turned around and shouted to the guest with grievance: "Sir, I stood there without moving?"

The guest was even more aggrieved: "I still sat here and didn't move. Now the cup has run to your table. Is the cup growing legs?"

The hospitality pouted in grievance: "...Okay, sir, I'll give you the cup again, take it over

At this moment, the customer on the middle table complained: "Hospital, where is my bread? I just saw it on the plate. Why, now the plate is suddenly empty. Have you brought me an empty plate?"

The hospitality went to deliver the juice cups and he stood at the first table and was about to cry: "Sir, look, I don't have any empty hands... Besides, you saw it, you said, I just saw the bread on the plate... Look, Yu Yujing on the ground, and then you asked me where the bread was?"

The customer on the first table got his own juice. He looked at the cup in surprise, a little distrustful of his eyes. Then, his eyes were staring at the customer's mouth on the second table, his face full of contempt... and surprise. The hospitality continued to stare at the customer with aggrieved eyes.

The customer suddenly came to his senses and shouted unjustly: "Do you think I ate the bread into my stomach and complain to you? I swallowed so quickly?"

The entertainer bent over and looked down at the ground with exaggerated appearance. The customer on the first table immediately looked at the customer on the middle table with admiration. The customer looked around and could not find a supporter. He happened to meet Joseph who came afterwards. He hurriedly shouted: "Madam, come from behind, and you must have seen the scene from afar. I sat here and moved nothing, I didn't move."

Joseph kept his feet, looking like he was keeping people from reaching a distance: "Sir, I'm very anxious. I'm busy rushing on the road. I, I didn't see anything."

The customer looked around pitifully and sighed: "Okay, even if I eat... and have another bread."

Everyone looked at the customer with a look of "You should have been like this" as if it were." The customer was a little angry and a little aggrieved. He vented his hatred on his teeth and bit the breakfast sausage fiercely... At this time, Mixue'er had already entered the morning market.

Joseph was stopped for a while. Although it did not take much time, according to the tracking practice, she should withdraw from the tracking queue. Fortunately, Michelle never looked back. She was holding a bread ham in her hand, and was calmly biting while walking, as if it was the breakfast she bought... Of course, there were not many breakfasts. The bread slices were cut into triangles and a slice of ham was squeezed in the middle. After two or three bites, the breakfast was stuffed into her mouth.

Because of Joseph's delay, An Feng crossed over Joseph and changed her stalking position - now An Feng changed to close-range tracking, and Joseph could only hide from a distance in a place that Michelle could not see and conduct long-distance monitoring.

This small mistake made Joseph very upset-it was simply a disaster.

Mixueer entered the morning market with a proud look. In this morning market, she usually sells agricultural products from farmers nearby and handmade products produced by housewives. For example, at the third stall, straw handbags and shoulder bags are sold.

These handbags and shoulder bags were dyed with bright color blocks and patterns. The woven things had the smell of the countryside, and were elegant and popular... Mixue'er stretched out her hand and a straw shopping basket came to her arm. She carried the straw basket on her arm, and continued walking slowly under her feet, as if the straw basket was raised by her home in the morning.

At this moment, the owner of the straw basket was busy placing goods. When he filled the stall, he turned around and found that there was a straw basket missing on the stall. He straightened his waist and blinked quickly. When he raised his eyes, he saw An Feng walking over slowly.

"Sir, you see..." The stall owner suddenly found that what he wanted to say was a bit offensive. He endured it and changed his words: "Sir, have you seen anyone passing by my stall just now?

An Feng walked away calmly, but the stall owner opened his hands and forced him to pause a little. He frowned, like an office worker who was disturbed, and responded impatiently: "Sir, I'm rushing to work, I didn't pay attention to your stall - it seems that I don't have this obligation either."

The stall owner stood there in a daze, An Feng's face was even more gloomy. He raised his eyebrows and asked unhappily: "Sir, do you need to check me?"

The stall owner looked up and down at An Feng. The things on An Feng were clearly visible. He was wearing a simple outfit, with a briefcase in his hand, and that briefcase... could not fit a large straw basket.

The stall owner hurriedly took two steps back and made way for the road. An Feng acted in a hurry and passed by the other party. Then, the stall owner looked in the direction where An Feng was walking...

There are more people in the morning market, and nearby residents have arrived at this morning market street. The sound of inquiry, the sound of accounting, the sound of picking and picking goods, the sound of stall owners introducing recommendations, and the sound of crackling and tapping on the calculator, which is very noisy and lively.

An Feng's back just blocked the stall owner's gaze. The stall owner looked over and seemed to see a corner of his own basket. He turned around and chased after him for two steps, and then looked back at his stall worriedly. Just so happened that a customer pointed at a product and opened his mouth to ask him for the price.

The stall owner was stunned for two or three seconds, his shoulders drooped, and returned to his own stall.

At this time, Mixue'er had two more bouquets of flowers on her hand, and there were bulging in the straw basket, as if there were more things. But she still skillfully grabbed an apple from the stall. She grabbed an apple with her right hand. In the blink of an eye, the apple appeared in her left hand, while her right hand continued to swing, with her index finger up, as if pointing at the goods on the nearby stall, while the apple pinched with her left hand naturally swung with her body, and no abnormalities were found in the surrounding people.

There was a clothing seller in front of her. Mixueer stood at the entrance of the stall and looked around, took off a skirt and walked into the fitting room deep in the stall. But as soon as she entered, she immediately poked her head out of the fitting room and handed the straw basket and two bouquets of flowers to the stall owner, as if she wanted the stall owner to keep it. The stall owner nodded kindly, and carefully placed the straw basket and flowers by the door of the dressing room.

The dressing room at the morning market is a small space divided by cloth curtains. At this time, An Feng had not yet walked to the stall where Mixueer was, and he was still a few steps away from that position. But he saw the scene deep in the stall with super vision, but at this time he couldn't continue to move forward. Walking forward again, it became him in front of Mixueer behind. Is this still called stalking? Who decides who?

It is very troublesome for a woman to change clothes. Based on the speed at which Michelle picks clothes in the bedroom, she will delay at least five or six minutes in the locker room.

An Feng had no choice but to stop, pretended to be interested in the things at the stall beside him, and picked up the goods at the stall... He was ashamed that the stall at An Feng's feet sold bras, and the stall next to him sold women's colored skirts. Then he went there was the stall where Mixue'er was.

Not far away, Michelle was freely shuttled through various stalls. Joseph and An Feng watched each other use their skillful techniques to stuff a sole, three sardines, a beef, a few potatoes, three or two carrots, a bundle of lettuce, a bundle of parsley, four or five tomatoes... into her black leather handbag.

This black leather handbag was originally filled with newspapers, but it was stuffed. After Mixue's inside, the bag became deflated, but now it has become bulging again.

Joseph was completely shocked and murmured, "How did it do it? This...this is too active. Even the most skilled follower can't catch such an active lark. Where did she learn these skills... she actually finished college."

Finally walked out of the morning market alley, but at this time An Feng and Joseph could no longer track the target because Mixueer rode a bicycle.

The gadget in front of her bicycle was filled with the handlebars, so the handlebars seemed very heavy. Michelle was arching and her feet were pressing hard, riding the bicycle very fast. In the blink of an eye, she threw the shocked An Feng and Joseph in place.

Depressed, high IQ An Feng and Joseph, a professional follower, were able to lose the person. And in just one street, they watched their opponent disappear from their eyes, but could only stand there in a daze and shock.

Roger's car drove to the street intersection to meet him three minutes later. However, Mixue'er's traces did not disappear from An Feng's eyes. He felt that he was still locked in Mixue'er's back...

After An Feng jumped into the car, he immediately guided Roger toward the target. Everyone took a shortcut and walked through two street intersections. When they saw Mixueer riding a bicycle.

At this time, Mixue'er held the handlebar with one hand and bit something in her mouth. She lit a cigarette with the other hand. The cigarette was filled with blue smoke. Mixue'er calmly poked the cigarette butt at the thing she was biting in her mouth. Then, the object biting on her mouth sparked everywhere, as if a fuse was burning.

Mixue'er flicked her finger, and the cigarette butt in her hand bounced towards the trash can on the roadside. The empty hand pinched the biting thing on her mouth like lightning. She raised her hand and flew out of the car with green smoke. Joseph, who was sitting in the car, hurriedly asked: "Did you see clearly? What is that? What was she throwing it out?"

In the distance, the fat woman squatting at home kept magnifying the thing Mi Xueer bites on the screen. She almost said a word at the same time as An Feng: "Firecrackers"

What burns is indeed the fuse.

Mixue'er was holding a twelve-sounding firecracker in her mouth. The firecrackers were thrown into the grass and exploded in an instant. The sound of slapping seemed to be a gunshot. With the explosion of firecrackers, Mixue'er's bicycle and An Feng's car intersected. Roger lowered his speed in surprise. From the back mirror, you can see that two policemen suddenly jumped out of a door behind them. The two policemen had already held the guns in their hands, and they ran nervously towards the place where the smoke rose. At the same time, Mixue'er, who was riding a bicycle, twisted the handlebars of the bicycle and turned into the portal that the two policemen had just jumped out.

Well, this time everyone lost their target again.

There was silence in the car and another distance was gone. The driver Roger asked weakly: "Do we...stop the car?"

Roger's voice was very soft, but this word broke the silence in the car like a thunder.
Chapter completed!