Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Chapter 841 - The Story of Ling and Heng (104)

Chapter 841: The Story of Ling and Heng (104)

Yes, feminine.

She was really fucking feminine.

She was so feminine that if he suddenly saw Feng Ling dressed like this, his lower part would definitely have a reaction once again.

Feng Ling didn’t look at Li Nanheng who was driving. Although she also wore the black uniform usually, she hadn’t worn someone else’s uniform. She didn’t expect that Boss Li’s uniform was so large on her...

She felt the uniform was big enough to cover her buttocks and the cuff must be rolled up to reveal her hands.

She looked like a child stealing adult clothes.

She said while rolling up the cuffs, “Boss, when we get to the place later, can you give me some instructions about the task tonight. I joined in the middle and don’t know much about the mission. You gotta tell me exactly what to do.”

As she spoke, she had already pulled up the cuff but the cuff was still very wide. When she raised her hand as she talked, her wide cuff wobbled and her white and tender arm dazzled his eyes.

The man looked away and didn’t look at her anymore but continued to drive without expression.

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Feng Ling’s task sounded simple, but in fact, it was an errand that would instantly make her die in the bar once her real identity was exposed.

She needed to pretend to be a bar girl in the bar, drink with the terrorist leaders in the private room who would come in the evening, pry into their plans, and at the same time be prepared to cooperate with the other members waiting for the opportunity to kill or catch these terrorist leaders.

For the sake of her safety, Li Nanheng didn’t let her capture the terrorist leaders alone but only allowed her to assist the other members.

But Feng Ling knew well about this kind of task. If she had a chance, she’d better catch the terrorist leaders alive so that they could get more information from them, which would be very useful.

Before she sneaked into the bar, the base had arranged for an undercover in the bar, because this kind of place seemed to be open to the outside, in fact, hostesses weren’t allowed to enter some of the private rooms, let alone sit on the side and listen to their conversation. If there weren’t any undercover informants who helped them, she couldn’t enter at all.

The undercover arranged by XI Base was a fair-skinned young bartender who was only about 20 years old. He looked very simple but was so good at martial arts that even Feng Ling was a little surprised; he was very smart. Just in half an hour, he had successfully brought Feng Ling into the bar, avoiding everyone’s sight without causing any suspicion.

Feng Ling didn’t need to change the clothes she wore. She just needed to reapply the lipstick a little bit thicker. The bartender thought she was dressed too plainly and said that although she looked like a real woman, no hostess here would wear such a light make-up. He found a small gold necklace, bracelets, and other jewelry and asked her to wear them.

After Feng Ling wore the jewelry, the little bartender made an OK gesture to her. Obviously, now she looked just like a real hostess here.

Before entering the private room, Feng Ling had known that the primary targets of today’s mission were two important leaders of these terrorists. One of the two had a very common name that was easy to remember, David. He was a black African, and the other was called Paul, a Russian. David was the real boss, but Paul was a very keen person and was like the brain of these terrorists. She must be very careful of this man.

The rest of the terrorists were from all over the world, but the language used for communication between them was mostly English, although they might use some argots that outsiders didn’t understand to communicate, which required Feng Ling to figure out their meanings, so as to help the members outside catch these terrorists.

When Feng Ling learned about the details of this mission, those people happened to arrive at the bar.

It was eight-thirty in the evening.

Many people came to the bar in succession. Feng Ling sat at the bar counter, holding a goblet in her hand, which seemed to be liquor but was actually a mild fruit wine that the little bartender specially made for her, although it looked like a strong whiskey from a distance and smelled similar to the latter.

The lights in the bar were randomly splashed over everyone. Feng Ling sat casually and seductively at the bar, talking and laughing with the people passing by and the little bartender appeared beside her from time to time, reminding her who had just come and whether those people had all come.

Finally those terrorists had all arrived. David was violent and blood-thirsty but was particularly fond of women. Every time he came to the bar to talk about business, he would order some hostesses to drink with him and this time was no exception.

The manager of the bar had investigated each hostess here, so he wasn’t suspicious of these girls at all, but the little bartender secretly led Feng Ling among the girls when the manager didn’t pay attention. Anyway, these girls were usually separated and were not allowed to have private exchanges, so they weren’t very familiar with each other.

Feng Ling walked into the room and saw that there were about a dozen people sitting in it, including black-skinned, yellow-skinned, and white-skinned people. The black man sitting in the middle with a cigar clamped between his teeth was the leader of these terrorists, David, whose picture she had seen when she was in Boss Li’s car. She recognized several important figures among these people, such as David, Paul, and two or three other leaders.

It was these people who blew up a plane in New York half a month ago and took over a TV station in the United States. They broke into a live broadcast room and killed the news anchor in front of tens of millions of TV viewers. Then they sat down casually and announced that they would penetrate into every corner of the United States and their ultimate goal was the White House...

This group of people was all desperadoes.

But it was undeniable that every group of terrorists spawned within the United States, whether large or small, were almost all desperadoes who didn’t care about their lives at all.

Everyone knew these people were desperadoes, so did the hostesses. Thus, they either sat carefully to feed these men wine or boldly sat on someone’s lap to make out with them after coming into the room. Feng Ling came in last, looking at the sensual scene and quickly glancing around.