my beauty world

Chapter 121 Judge (for Subscription)
After checking the hotel room and making sure there was no problem, Ronan came to the window and habitually observed the surrounding buildings and terrain. People like him who have registered with the CIA or even the US government should be prepared to run away at any time.

Then he dealt with trivial matters that are convenient for hiding his identity, contacted a real estate agency to find a house, and prepared to apply for a credit card as Matthew.There is a building opposite the hotel. There is a bank on the first floor of the building. There are many people coming in and out for business.

In this country, the use of large amounts of cash is easily suspicious, and credit card consumption is the norm.

It may be a period of time, it is best to apply for a few credit cards.

There is a computer in the room, Ronan turned it on and checked it.

In 2004, the United States was the country with the most developed Internet in the world, and many things could be found online.

After finding a company that can check personal credit on their behalf, Ronan called, and Matthew's personal credit was very good.

This is easy to do.

Ronan left the hotel, crossed the road to the diagonally opposite, and went to the bank to handle business.

There is no problem with my identity and personal credit, and the credit card processing went smoothly.

Get your card and get ready to leave.

Suddenly, I felt something, turned my head to look, and saw four people wearing black hoods rushing in from the three doors of the bank in different directions. Each of them held a gun in their hand, and they came in and shot at the ceiling repeatedly.

The gunfire roared, and the dust fell.

Then shouted: "We only want money! Don't play with your life!"

Some people were screaming, but most of them cooperated, especially the customers, who squatted down with their heads in their hands.

Ronan was helpless, his luck was too bad, he would encounter bank robbers when he came out to apply for a credit card.

Or, is this the daily life of America in every city?
Or should that book be called the Book of Doom?
Anyway, he wasn't the one who robbed. Ronan cooperated with other customers to the corner of the hall and squatted on the ground together.

The robbers are highly professional, agile and experienced.

One watched the customer, one watched the security, and the other two forced the bank supervisor to open the vault.

Under normal circumstances, the bank would not have much cash, but these people obviously had inside information, and those who entered the vault quickly came out with rectangular backpacks.

Just to the left of Ronan, squatted a woman with long black hair, trying to sneak out to get her phone.

An old lady with glasses seemed to notice and grabbed her hand!
The robbers robbed the bank and were not interested in the customers. If she was found taking out her mobile phone, it would definitely hurt the people around her.

The dark-haired woman whispered, "I'm a reporter."

The old lady grabbed her hand hard and refused to let go.

The four robbers all ran out of the bank at this time, and the bank was in a mess. The black-haired woman broke free, immediately took out her mobile phone, and dialed the number: "Come to Santa Monica Bank of America immediately, a bank robbery just happened here!"

Putting down the phone, the brunette woman immediately looked at Ronan and the old lady who were nearest: "I'm Catherine Virginia, a reporter from Los Angeles TV station. Regarding the incident just now, can I be interviewed?"

Even though the female reporter had an enchanting body and a pretty face, Ronan still walked away without looking back.

The old lady behind seemed to be saying to the reporter: "You have to pay."

When I left the bank, the police were coming from afar.

The robbers had no idea where they had gone.

Those who dare to rob banks are either stupid and bold, or have strong professionalism.

This group clearly belonged to the latter group.

Ronan was not affected. He walked along the sidewalk like an ordinary pedestrian, called a taxi, and asked the taxi driver to take him to a nearby car dealership.

Public transportation in Los Angeles is underdeveloped, and it is troublesome to go out without a car.

After finishing the formalities, the Cherokee came out of the dealership. It was already dark, but Ronan received a call from the real estate agent asking him to look at the house.

When I came near Santa Monica University, I met an appointment with a real estate agent and went to a five-story apartment building.

This small apartment building has been built for less than ten years, and the rent is not very high. It specializes in providing housing rental for singles or couples. The apartment recommended by the real estate agency to Ronan is located on the third floor. It has all kinds of furniture and appliances, and you can move in with your bags. .

After looking at the living room, bedroom, kitchen and bathroom side by side, Ronan looked out the window again and said, "Let's just go here."

The real estate agent did not expect the client to be so happy, and asked, "When will the contract be signed?"

Ronan said, "Take all the procedures and come to Marmont Hotel to find me tomorrow morning."

When leaving, the door of the opposite room opened, and an old man in his fifties happened to go out.

The old man has a big nose, which is different from the French one. People can tell that he is a Jew when they see it.

The real estate agent knew him and asked, "Modi, how is your life?"

"Very good." Modi nodded slightly: "It's just a little farther away from the beach."

The real estate agent laughed: "Santa Monica never lacks beautiful women."

Modi looked at Ronan curiously: "New tenant?" He took the initiative to say: "Hi, my name is Modi."

Ronan nodded slightly: "Hello."

They went downstairs together, and Modi proposed to go to a nearby bar for a drink, but Ronan politely refused.

Because Ronan wanted to rent the apartment above, the real estate agent deliberately said a few words: "He is a Jew who immigrated from Morocco last month. He seems to be a physicist. He is preparing to apply for a teacher at Santa Monica University."

Neighbors have legitimate and relatively good occupations, which can increase the order rate.

Ronan said: "Tomorrow morning at 08:30, I will wait for you in the hotel lobby."

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Rome, Italy.

Wearing a white hooded windbreaker with the hood over her head, Aisha came out of the airport terminal. The heat wave in early summer hit her. She took off the windbreaker and took it in her hand, walked towards the dedicated lane, and got into a taxi.

The driver couldn't help but glanced through the rearview mirror.

Because women with crew cuts are uncommon.

Aisha had heavy smoky makeup and a cold face, and said, "Go to the old town."

The cropped head should make people look energetic, but the smoky makeup just adds to the decadence.

The driver drove off quickly.

Aisha came from the Presbyterian Council of the High Table, which specializes in managing the Continental Hotel, and was ordered to come to Rome to deal with the destruction of the Roman Continental Hotel and the Antonio family with full authority.

Came to the Continental Hotel in Rome, where only ruins remained.

Aisha got off the taxi, crossed the separation line with black leather boots, and went up the remaining half of the steps.

He squatted down, picked up a stone, held it in his hand, put it in front of his nose and smelled it, and there was a faint smell left after the explosion of C4.

Aisha gripped it hard, and countless powders leaked from between her fingers.

The Antonio family, one of the twelve legs of the High Table, was destroyed overnight.

The Continental Hotel in Rome, one of the largest Continental hotels owned by High Table, was blown up unexpectedly.

This is something that has never happened since the inception of High Table.

Aisha looked at it for a while, left the ruins, took out her mobile phone to make a call, waited for the connection there, and said, "Pinal, I know you are still alive, I want to see you."

The person over there said: "I don't want to see you, I was not in the hotel that day..."

Aisha's voice was indifferent: "You have family members, do you need me to meet them?"

The person over there was silent for a while, and said, "I'll wait for you at Hall's Cafe."

Aisha called a taxi again. Hall's Cafe was in the old town, and there was only one person inside when she entered.

Pienaar sits at the coffee table and invites: "Anything."

Aisha didn't answer, she pulled out a chair and sat opposite him, took out a badge, and put it on the table: "The High Table Elders will send me over to handle this matter with full authority."

Pinar could only bow his head: "I obey your orders, Judge."

Aisha stated in a tone without any emotion: "On the night of the incident, you, as the head of security at the Roman Continental Hotel, were not at the hotel."

Pienaar couldn't deny it.

Aisha asked, "Where did you go?"

Pinar told the truth: "Antonio's family called me, and I led some security personnel to Corsica to participate in the hunt for Ronan the Destroyer."

Aisha continued to state: "A reward for money."

Pienaar defended: "The Antonio family called, I couldn't refuse."

Aisha didn't bother with this: "All the immediate family members of the Antonio family have died, and someone will soon take over their property. The elders will hand over the matter of Rome to me. Do you have any other information to share?"

Pienaar has a close relationship with the Antonio family, and he knew something, he hesitated a little, and said, "You'd better go to Los Angeles to see. It is said that Paul Antonio contacted people in Los Angeles to find the whereabouts of Ronan the Destroyer."

Aisha nodded, pressing her right hand on the ring of her left hand, and suddenly there was a pistol in her hand.

Pienaar's face became very ugly.

The pistol was placed on the coffee table, and Aisha got up and said, "Give yourself a face."

Pinar picked up the pistol, and his hands suddenly trembled. As a senior killer, he had never killed a hundred people in his life, and there were more than eighty people. No matter how many people he killed in the past, his hands never shook.

Aisha turned to leave.

Pienaar didn't want to die, especially since he had made a lot of money over the years and hadn't spent it all yet.

He grabbed the pistol, aimed at Elsa and was about to shoot.

Suddenly, a cold light flashed, and a head flew out!
Pinar's headless body spurted blood.

Aisha shook off the blood from the cross sword, put it in the ring, and left the cafe without looking back.

Go out, take out your mobile phone, and make a call: "Pinaer's family?"

The other side replied: "His wife, daughter, and parents are all under our control."

Aisha understated: "Execute them all."

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Los Angeles, Santa Monica.

In the morning, Ronan signed the rental contract, checked out of the hotel, and drove to the apartment building.

Arriving at the third floor, just about to open the door, the opposite door opened, Modi came out, saw Ronan dragging the suitcase, and wanted to help: "Moved here?"

Ronan nodded slightly and said, "I can do it myself."

Modi smiled and seemed very enthusiastic: "Call me if you need help."

Ronan smiled: "Thank you."

The door to the opposite room opened again, and a young and beautiful woman came out, reaching out to Modi: "Give me the money!"

Modi frowned: "How can the relationship between us be measured by money?"

The woman stared at Modi: "No money, I will spend the night with you?"

Modi obediently paid.

The woman stepped on her high-heeled shoes and went downstairs.

Modi looked at Ronan, not embarrassed, and said directly: "Man, sometimes you need to let go."

Ronan carried his luggage and entered the door: "Understood."

　It has been on the shelves for 24 hours, and the first order of 805 is almost as expected.

　　Continue to ask for monthly tickets!Ask for a recommendation ticket!Ask for support!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)