my beauty world

Chapter 123 Dagger Group (for Subscription)

Turning around along the city alleyway, I quickly left Santa Monica University, boarded a dilapidated city bus, and came to downtown Los Angeles, where the order was chaotic at night and there was no surveillance at all.

Ronan found the dark place to change his disguise, put on gloves and a hat, and the first official appearance was Murphy, who was good at picking locks and throwing.

On the back of the bag with the lockpicking tool, he took out a wide leather belt and wrapped it around his waist. Iron nails were inserted into the belt.

The biggest seller at the hardware store.

Ronan was about to leave the alleyway, find a place to steal a car, and go to Century City.

As I was walking, six black uncles suddenly came out of a fork in the road behind, two of them carrying bags in their hands.

Ronan looked back, grabbed a handful of iron nails with his left hand, and held one in his right hand.

Chaotic order, no monitoring, no police, can bring great convenience to people like him.

At the same time, there will be some troubles.

At the corner ahead, five people came out suddenly. They were taken aback when they saw Ronan walking in front, and one of them asked anxiously, "What's going on?"

Luo Nanyuan's world is in southern Xinjiang, and the words are Vietnamese as soon as he hears them.

The black man behind said, "What did you say?"

Another black man added: "Kill him and make a deal!"

The Vietnamese immediately touched their guns, and the blacks also touched their guns.

Ronan understood what was going on, and strayed into the scene of the black-Vietnamese trade.

Saying I'm sorry or sorry for interrupting at this time is definitely not enough. Seeing them draw their guns, Ronan also responded in the most direct way!
He flicked his right hand vigorously, and under his tremendous force, the iron nail was like a small javelin, as fast as a pistol bullet, flew out with a whoosh, and pierced into the eyes of the Vietnamese who touched the gun first.

Powerful and extremely precise, the iron nails nearly eight centimeters all penetrated into the eye sockets!
The Vietnamese fell on their heads!
Almost at the same moment, Ronan started running at high speed, his right hand was so fast that it almost brought up a phantom.

The iron nails flew out one by one, and the five Vietnamese lay down in just one breath.

"What the hell..." A black man behind just drew his gun and opened his mouth to express surprise.

The iron nail pierced through the darkness, wiped the only two white streaks, and shot into his mouth!

The black man whose mouth was bleeding out wanted to cover the back of his head, but fell to the ground with a slap.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the rest of Uncle Hei didn't want to shoot anymore, so they turned around and ran away!
Compared with the Vietnamese, their fighting will is much worse!
They couldn't run faster than the nails thrown by Ronan!
Ronan flicked his right hand.

Whoosh!whoosh-

The four black men were stunned and fell to the ground waiting for the call of death.

The black man who gave the order was nailed to the left and right knee joints, fell to the ground and couldn't stand up.

Holding a nail in his right hand, Ronan walked over quickly, kicked away the gun near the black man, and asked under his breath, "Whose subordinate are you? What are you doing here?"

The black man screamed in pain, and was kicked by Ronan near the wound before he said, "We...we trade with the Vietnamese, and we cannot let outsiders see it."

Ronan pulled the leather bag open, a nail scratched inside, and there were some white crystals.

Unsurprisingly.

Nearby is the old Chinatown in Los Angeles, but most of the Chinese have moved away long ago, and it has become the site of the Vietnamese.

Ronan opened another bag, which was also a white crystal, and asked the black man, "Which gang do you belong to!"

Seeing Ronan's fierce attack, the black man still had a glimmer of hope: "Let me go, let me go, let me take the goods back! Boss Tang, you can't afford it!"

Ronan frowned: "Which Boss Tang?"

The black man was surprised: "You don't even know Dominique Toretto?" This is the very awesome existence of black people in Los Angeles: "Do you dare to touch his goods and people?"

Ronan was short of soul fragments and asked, "Where is your gang's lair?"

The black man wanted him to pass immediately: "Watts block! If you have the guts, go there..."

Ronan asked a few more words, and an iron nail was driven into the black man's heart.

Turn on the spirit vision, harvest the soul fragments, all the pitiful soul fragments +1!

One of the black people left a memory message: In the south of Los Angeles, a group of speeding gangs drove fast in modified vehicles.

Drug dealers and biker gangs.

Ronan put away the two black bags, took time to throw them into the sea these two days, and then harvested the soul fragments of Vietnamese people.

The same soul fragment +1!

The three Vietnamese were carrying large satchels. Ronan picked them up and looked at them. They contained rolls of 20 dollars in cash.

This thing is good, and it is much more convenient to spend than big bills.

Just what a couple of vests need.

It was estimated to be about 20 US dollars. Ronan put it all away, and found the car keys from the Vietnamese. He walked out of the lane along the way they came, and saw two cars on the side of the road.

Pull up one of the newer Chevrolets and head out of downtown for Century City.

Beverly Hills is one of the wealthy districts in Los Angeles, and Century City never sleeps.

Ronan put on a common black-brimmed hat early, drove to the building where Jiasubi was located, found a blind spot where he could observe during the day, parked the car, and walked around to the side of the building where there were fewer people.

In the early hours of the morning, the neon lights flickered, showing the city that never sleeps, but there were far fewer people than during the day.

Ronan put on a hood, opened an underground garage door, gently pulled one side, quickly got into it, and slowly closed the door.

There are security patrols inside the building.

With a disguise, avoid them, go up to the first floor through the safe passage, bypass the surveillance that is not too much according to the observation during the day, put on the shoe covers, take out the unlocking tool, open the door of Jiasubi Company, and quickly enter it , went all the way to the vault, checked it carefully, made sure there was no problem, and continued to use the lockpicking master ability to open the lock.

The vault here does not store auction items, and the level of the vault is not particularly high.

However, with the continuous advancement of modern technology, many locks are becoming more and more troublesome to open. It took Ronan nearly four to ten minutes to open the second vault door lock normally.

After taking out the tools and locking the door to prevent it from closing automatically, Ronan entered the vault and checked it carefully.

It is full of entrustment contract texts, and there are no other valuable items.

Ronan quickly searched with gloves on, and found that they were all commission contracts for the latest autumn collection of auctions, and there was no part of last autumn auction that he wanted.

Most likely in the vault of the Los Angeles branch of Citibank, permanently archived.

In this way, it will be troublesome.

Ronan wouldn't underestimate the difficulty of opening a vault at one of the largest branches of a world-class bank.

The file was not moved, and it was restored according to the memory, exited the vault, and re-locked the vault door.

Before leaving, the monitoring server and backup server were removed, and some valuables were specially stolen, pretending to be an ordinary theft scene.

The monitoring here has a special backup power supply. If you want to cut off the power supply, you must be photographed by the monitoring.

Ronan's technical ability cannot interfere with the independent monitoring system for the time being.

Exiting the building the same way, Ronan drove away from Century City, took a remote path, went around to the seaside of Venice, a small town in the south, took out two servers, crushed hard drives and other key components, and threw them into the sea.

The white crystals obtained by Uncle Hei were also sprinkled into the sea.

Ronan drove away from the seaside, checked that it was not early, found a chaotic neighborhood, threw the car away, and returned to Santa Monica, restored Matthew's appearance, changed back to his original clothes, and climbed up to the third floor from the dark alley , into the apartment through the window.

After a little sleep, it was dawn.

After eating some bear meat with badges, Ronan quickly regained his energy. Ronan waited for a while, and when he heard movement at the opposite door, he picked up his bag and opened the door.

Modi was coming out, saw Ronan, and said hello: "Morning."

Ronan nodded: "Morning." He glanced deliberately and asked, "Alone?"

Modi said with a smile: "Today alone."

The two went downstairs together.

Modi asked Ronan the last time, and now asked: "How is your firm going?"

Ronan said: "It's going very well, and it's expected to open this week." He responded politely: "What about you?"

Modi patted the briefcase: "Go to Santa Monica University today to discuss formal treatment. If everything goes well, I will be a university professor next week."

Luo Nan said smoothly, "Congratulations."

Go downstairs, get into the car separately, and leave the apartment separately.

On Ronan's side, he habitually paid attention to whether there was a tail behind him.

Everything is normal.

Modi was driving normally, and when he received a call temporarily, he stopped by the side of the road to answer it.

A black car passed by and drove into the distance.

The female driver in the car was watching through the rearview mirror: "Number two, number two, I'm about to lose sight."

Soon someone replied: "Number two has followed."

Modi hung up the phone and started driving again. On the road with increasing traffic, a white Honda quietly followed behind.

When Modi entered Santa Monica University, two cars were parked in the distance, and people joined together.

The female driver of the black car got into the white car and asked, "Boss, kill him directly?"

On the co-pilot of the white Honda sat a brown-haired woman with a shawl. She said, "Sheryl, don't be impulsive. The target has important information in his hand. Before confirming the location of the information, you must not do it! That batch of information is related to Israel. national security!"

As a member of the short sword team, Cheryl obeyed the order unconditionally: "Yes!"

The driver of the white Honda asked at this moment, "Giselle, have you figured out a solution?"

The brown-haired woman on the co-pilot picked up the radio again: "The target's weakness is obvious, Cheryl, you are ready to attack."

Cheryl replied without thinking: "If the success of the mission requires me to use a beauty trick, then I don't care about sleeping with any strange man."

Giselle pondered for a moment: "Don't worry, we will find a way to create opportunities for you, don't rush to make a move, first win his trust and confirm the information."

She told the driver of the white car: "Other people should not approach Modi."

Cheryl said, "Understood!"

Modi didn't know that the tail behind him was the famous dagger team of Israel's Mossad.

When he came to Santa Monica University, he received a warm welcome. The new job negotiation went very smoothly, and the two sides quickly negotiated the salary.

However, the housing provided by the school needs to be cleaned and repaired, and it takes a while before they can live in it.

Modi is not in a hurry, it is more convenient to live outside, the beautiful women in the bar are passionate, and the mermaids on the beach are sexy and hot, which can always bring him back to his 20s.

It was a beautiful age full of energy, firing three times a day without getting weak.

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