my beauty world

Chapter 50 She is more gorgeous than fireworks
Under the night, dozens of people, including the girls Mickey and Lena, walked out of the iron gate on the fence of the resort with hesitation and helplessness.

There is a driveway ahead that leads directly to the town on the island.

But there was a fire burning in the town, dyeing half the sky red.

Is it really safe over there?Everyone was puzzled, but there was no other way.

"Go forward, keep going!" Ilsa stood at the gate of the iron gate and shouted loudly: "The town ahead is Billena Island, go to the town for help! Go to the town for help!"

With so many people rescued, Ilsa had no choice but to send them to town for help.

With no food, no drinking water, and insufficient means of transportation, there is only so much she can do on this exotic island.

Behind the fence, Ronan put his bag on his back, packed his pistol and dagger, and glanced at the sky over the town.

The plane was gone, and the explosions and gunfire had stopped.

Seeing the crowd walking away slowly, Ronan walked towards the resort pier without saying anything.

Ilsa followed from behind.

On the pier, there was a four-person speedboat. Ronan boarded the boat and said to Ilsa, "Start the boat."

Ilsa's stern face looked at Ronan for two seconds, and then went to sail.

The speedboat swayed through the waves and rushed into the sea.

Ronan leaned on the leather seat, stood on the speedboat, took out a mobile phone, dialed a number, and pressed the speakerphone.

Using the ability of the blasting expert he just acquired in the afternoon, he used explosives, oil drums and electronic equipment to set up bombs at the key points of the resort and the factory.

The bell rang, and with a bang, several places in the rear exploded at the same time, fireballs rose into the air, and flames blazed.

This secret processing factory that killed countless people and committed heinous crimes was destroyed.

Ronan threw the phone into the sea and sat on the seat with a solemn face.

Ilsa said: "Go straight west from here, and you will soon reach the Guajira Peninsula in Colombia."

Ronan nodded: "Go ashore, let's go separately."

"You don't plan to report it?" Ilsa had a strong intuition: "You want to go to Paris to save people?"

There was a fire burning in Ronan's heart, even more violent than the flames caused by the rear explosion, but his expression remained calm: "Anna is a good girl with a kind heart."

Ilsa shook her head: "That's Paris, not South America."

Ronan didn't answer, but instead thought about how to get to Paris as soon as possible.

According to the French big nose, there are at most five days.

Ilsa was driving the boat, and she was silent at first, but after a while, she finally couldn't help but said: "If you do this, will you violate the rules of the CIA? What will they do with you? You don't consider the relationship between the United States and France?"

Ronan only said one sentence: "Human life is at stake."

Ilsa suddenly didn't know what to say. This was not a secret agent, let alone a CIA.

The two stopped talking, and there was only the chug of the motor on the sea.

Ronan simply called out the Book of Control and checked it.

In terms of soul shards, there is one soul shard of the ancient, and the number of ordinary soul shards has increased to 217.

Requires 50 soul shards and an ancient soul shard for Soul Cooking of the Giant Chameleon Skin.

Look at the three abilities obtained through soul absorption today.

The magic dance step was thrown aside, the black mercenary had a brain hole.

The Demolitionist is very useful, just use it when you blow up the resort and the factory.

As the saying goes, explosions are an art.

Thinking of those ovens, of the grease and offal in glass containers, and of the fact that Paris is the capital of art, Ronan thinks that the art of explosion will still be useful.

Then there is the greasy technique that the old handsome guy got.

The Book of Domination has text descriptions.

Greasy technique: Cover the object with a layer of greasy grease!The maximum area will not exceed 20 square meters, and soul fragments 3 need to be consumed.

Ronan saw it with his own eyes, the old handsome man had to chant spells and gestures when casting spells, which may be to mobilize mana or magic power, but he has no magic power. force.

When the greasy technique reached his side, it also became a consumption of soul fragments.

This experiment was relatively simple, and there was no movement. The number of soul fragments was enough for the time being, so Ronan simply tried it a few times at sea level.

The greasy spell is normally cast, that is, it is spread on the designated object, the maximum area is 20 square meters, and the minimum can be controlled as the size of a palm. Only one spell effect can exist at the same time.

But the consumption is the same, 3 soul shards are consumed when activated.

Ronan thought for a while, and on certain occasions, the greasy technique should be effective.

Finally, there is the gold badge the size of a one-dollar coin.

That is what Ilsa called the mage's emblem.

Ronan reached into his inner pocket and touched it, feeling very unusual.

This is something for mages, and there may be some ways.

That old handsome guy cooperated with the Obia Group, and he must have made a lot of money doing this kind of unconscionable business.

Carrying things with you is certainly not simple.

Also on the same boat was Ilsa, an MI[-] agent. It was inconvenient for Ronan to take it out and look at it. He planned to study it carefully after being separated from Ilsa.

Through GPS navigation, Ilsa drove the speedboat, found a small port on the Guajira Peninsula near the sea, and approached it in the early morning.

The port is a fishing village built on the hillside, and there are many red brick bungalows built on the undulating hillside.

Ronan money makes way for a Latina couple to temporarily vacate their house.

The two showered one after another, and Ilsa brushed her wet hair back, revealing her delicate face.

Ronan changed into dry clothes and asked, "Which city has an airport nearby?"

Ilsa packed up her original clothes, threw them into a garbage bag, and said, "Riohacha, the capital of Guajira, is 120 kilometers away. There is a passenger plane flying to Bogota, the capital of Colombia."

Ronan looked at the sky: "There are still six hours of dawn, let's rest."

After a day in the jungle during the day and a fierce battle at night, he needed to recover his strength.

In the next few days, there may be no rest time.

Ilsa suggested: "I called for backup. There will be a commercial plane from the Bahamas to Aruba. You can go to London with me first, and then transfer to Paris."

Ronan glanced at Ilsa: "Thank you, no need."

Ilsa said, "Can't you trust me?"

Ronan didn't answer, lying on the bed with his eyes closed, the pistol was at hand.

Under the shadow of the CIA, it might be troublesome for him to fly, so he took several passports and documents from the laboratory.

There is still a lot of money in hand. In a country like Colombia, you can always find a way.

Ilsa could only sit on the broken sofa.

After a while, there was a snoring sound on the other side. Ilsa stood up, suddenly feeling something wrong, and turned her head to see that Ronan was holding a gun in his right hand, pointing at her side.

Ilsa gestured outside with her eyes: "Fireworks."

Ronan looked out the window, there were fireworks flying into the sky, blowing up gorgeous flowers.

Ilsa came to the window, folded her arms on her chest, and whispered, "New Year's Eve."

It was only now that Ronan remembered that it was past midnight and it was already 2004.

The few fireworks, the travel in a foreign land, and the shocking crimes in the factory make this New Year extraordinarily special.

Ilsa, dressed in ordinary Latin women's clothes, doesn't look like a secret agent for a moment: "Last New Year, were you with your family?"

Ronan put away his gun and shook his head: "No."

Too many Spring Festivals and New Years are not with my parents.

Ilsa said, "I don't have either." She glanced at every part of the room: "I didn't expect that the person who accompanied me this New Year turned out to be a CIA. It's a pity that there is no wine."

Ronan got up and poured two glasses of water: "Happy New Year."

Ilsa clinked glasses with him: "Happy New Year."

Two lonely people, at this moment, not only have the loneliness and sadness of being away from their families, but also have the evil fire and depression caused by sin.

In this foreign country, at the arrival of the new year, in this closed room, there are only the two of them.

Only two shady mice!

A thought provoked by a look is enough to arouse the desire to vent.

Ilsa put down her glass and came to Ronan with her arms around his neck.

Ronan looked calm on the outside, but there was always a flame burning in his heart. Once the burning fire was aroused, it was difficult to suppress it.

The two kissed almost frantically.

Ronan pins Ilsa against the wall.

Ilsa jumped hard, and her two long, toned legs were tightly wrapped around Ronan's waist.

These long legs are so powerful that they can almost break a person's waist.

She is more gorgeous than fireworks.

The Type 72 obtained by Ronan has a place to use.

Someone once said that a young man and woman with good looks, a figure and full of hormones are in the same room at night, how much faith do they have to have in order not to applaud?

Ronan and Ilsa applauded, but it didn't affect what to do next.

Some things have to be done after all!
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