National School Prince Is A Girl

"Wu Zhen and Su Mei are from Zha Jiu Shao's background."

After seeing this sentence.

Qin Mo's eyes seemed to be able to devour all night, the dark ice cold.

"Address, details."

After seeing these four words, the special forces knew that the master's phone was inconvenient.

In fact, this special soldier called Qin Mo the young master, not just because he was the only son of the Qin family.

There is another reason.

Few people know.

When solving cases internationally.

The codename used by Qin Mo is the young master.

When his subordinates send messages, they will call him Master.

After all, Qin Mo was indeed very young, a high school student, but he became an unpredictable magician.

Not only that, many difficult cases across the country are handled by the young master.

Over the years.

Not even the Yellow Bureau.

Qin Mo's power has always been above the case.

Of course, these special forces led by him will not be very simple.

After realizing the problem.

The man directly dialed Qin Mo's phone, and his voice was low: "Master, you are inconvenient. I said you listen. I'm in a county hospital on the southeast side of Jiangcheng. Wu Zhen used the one she left on her body. The police card is investigating some things. Although it is not clear what the specific things are, she asked people to check the birth information of Jiu Shao. The director of the hospital they looked for last night has already checked again today. We want to How to do?"

Qin Mo was answering the phone.

Bo Jiu just looked over here.

Qin Mo seems to be dealing with normal business matters: "Since someone wants to find something, then cut it in front of her."

Such code word.

Naturally doing things under the hands of Qin Mo can hear one or two.

"I will contact the local stationed troops now and let them come personally to handle this matter."

The main reason is that some people still abuse the status of criminal police after they evacuated their posts.

The special soldier narrowed his eyes blindly: "It's really time to move."

"You just do what you want." Qin Mo turned over the business magazine with an indifferent attitude: "Remember to cut the Hu and seal the information to me. As for the rest, how should I come?"

The special forces listened to the voice over there and always felt a little chilly.

Master this time, is it really angry?

The yellow game is really too big.

Or this matter has nothing to do with the yellow bureau, it is a matter of system.

Because Wu Zhen was surnamed Wu, she did not receive her documents in accordance with the process.

This is still thinking about level intermodulation.

The special forces shook their heads and jumped into the door, looking like a leopard.

Including him driving, it is with such vigor.

This can be seen.

Qin Mo, who can command such people at any time, has never been simple.

On this side, Bo Jiu is still looking at the Great God.

Qin Mo had hung up the phone on that side, it really seemed like nothing, flipping the magazine in his hand.

At that moment, Bo Jiu was a little suspicious that he had just thought about it. He clearly saw the strong anger in the eyes of the Great God. After a flash, how did he become a "sick beauty."

Qin Mo let the youngsters look at it, and Junmei's profile didn't change at all, but it seemed more and more precious.

The infusion hand was just so casual.

I don't know if it was intentional or unintentional.

Bo Jiu looked at it and automatically put away his doubts.

Qin Mo's eyes flicked across his eyes as he lowered his eyes.

Why did those two people check the origin of Jiu Ji?