Chapter 41 New York
Outside the Phantom Theater on Broadway, USA.

The night view of the bustling city is undoubtedly the most beautiful. The occasional roar of vehicles on the street adds a bit of brilliance to the flashing neon lights.

Leaning under the street lamp emitting a warm yellow light source, there is a beautiful woman with her hands wrapped around her chest, and the smoke is lit by her hand, and the white mist rises, lingering and charming.

The 19-year-old Sariye is fully opened, her eyes are dark red, the tails of her eyes are slightly long and upturned, her eyes are bright, and her face has a handsome temperament brought out by crawling and rolling in the underworld day and night , the long hair was neatly tied into a five-petal fishbone braid, and the facial features after the makeup covered the sickness looked heroic, and with the tight riding suit, he was very handsome.

"In this way, I finally look more like a bodyguard than before." Belmode beside him slowly teased.

As the night was getting dark, Sariye yawned lazily, and said slowly, "This is a huge sacrifice for you."

Her voice was hoarse and tired, and after a few seconds, she added, "There are a lot of police cars tonight."

Beside her, Belmode smiled indifferently, and took the lighter out of the inner pocket of his coat. "Isn't it just to catch that Japanese man who specializes in killing young girls? A little girl like you is also within his hunting range."

Sariye squinted her eyes, tapped Belmod's waist, took out a lady's cigarette from her pocket and handed it to her, and said, "Stop making charades about the relationship between the two of us?"

Belmode took the cigarette, and lightly pinched the girl's cheek with his hand, "Don't use you as a bastard to deal with me, we only met for the first time three months ago."

"The buddy who has been with me for three months is already able to play wine and guessing games with me." Sariye snuffed out the cigarette in her hand, "For the sake of our acquaintance, tell me, the reason why you pretended to be a road devil is What?"

The lights on the side of the road were dim, falling on this once beautiful woman, looking mysterious, she knocked on Sariye's head: "Don't ask so many children, you will die."

"I'm most afraid of death." Sariye jumped onto the roadside flowerbed with a slight leap, and looked at Belmode, both sides had a probing look in their eyes, she looked carefully for a while, and said: "But you asked me to be your bodyguard. I have to be prepared, right? After all, I have to deal with the pursuit of most of the FBI."

Belmode smiled, that smile was mysterious, but it contained a charm that belonged to her alone.

Sariye turned her head and gave up the in-depth questioning resolutely: "Forget it, I'm not interested either. The way to deal is to ignore the affairs of your organization."

Belmod smiled mysteriously again, looked deeply at Sariye, and said meaningfully: "That's why the higher-ups praised you for being smart."

Sariye pressed her fingertips against her own temple, raised the corners of her mouth, and said with a mocking smile, "Do I still have such an honor?"

Belmode didn't answer, only heard the sound of a car from far and near, and the two looked around, only to see a pair of dazzling car lights approaching at high speed, drawing two bright yellow afterimages in the night sky .

Sariye stared at the car that was being chased by several police cars behind her, and complained, "That car is flying too low, isn't it?"

While talking, the silver Jaguar quietly stopped on the side of the road not far from the two of them. Belmode immediately wiped away the hard-won smile, and cast his eyes on the Jaguar sports car meaningfully.

"Come on, kid, let me show you someone."

(End of this chapter)

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