Agent Fest

Chapter 215 Absolutely No, Let Her Be Hurt

Qing Ge shook his head and smiled.

Still laughing at the reflex fox, the reflex arcs of these two people are so long that they don't know where they went.

With laughter and laughter, the dishes were served one after another.

Three servings of pasta bolognese, a 14-inch Italian pizza topped with finely grated mozzarella cheese, and a roast beef.

During the dinner, Myron gave Qing Ge a thumbs up, repeatedly praising the authenticity of this restaurant, which made him feel like returning to his hometown.

It was already 07:30 after eating.

The sky always gets dark very late in the midsummer night. It is not completely dark outside at this time, but the street lights have already been turned on.

The daisy was swaying slightly under the breeze, as if it was hiding some ulterior secret.

Qing Ge walked out of the restaurant with Lance and Myron.

As soon as the glass door was pushed open, the smile in Qing Ge's eyes disappeared immediately, replaced by a cold and solemn look.

She smelled blood sensitively.

Although it is very light, the top agent Qing Ge who has been wandering around the tip of the knife all year round will never make a mistake in his judgment. Someone must have died in this street not long ago, and more than one person!

Even if Qing Ge was alone, she wouldn't mind her own business, not to mention that she still had two oil bottles by her side.

Don't stay here for long.

"I think the scenery here is not bad, do you want to take a walk to digest food?" Lance burped.

"it is good……"

"No." Qing Ge interrupted Myron, "I still have friends in the hotel, I want to go back."

"But I see that your cell phone hasn't rang until now, maybe your friend hasn't returned yet?" Lance wanted to argue with Qing Ge.

Qing Ge raised her hand, and she held a bunch of car keys.

"If you don't want to go back, then go shopping and take a taxi back. Myron, let's go." Qing Ge turned and left after speaking, and Myron followed.

"Huh?" Lance touched his trouser pocket, and found that the key was really missing, and it was really his car key in Mo Qing Singer!
"Mo Qingge, have you been a thief before? You, why don't I feel it at all? Tell me when you stole it!" Lance quickly chased after him.

Lance ran to Qing Ge's side to question, Myron slowed down and followed behind.

He placed it by his side, his originally spread palm gradually tightened, and his thumb and index finger rubbed each other.

"Re, Hathaway's people have all been taken care of. Do you need to send the corpses to their place of residence?" Deep in Myron's ear cavity, a voice in Italian that only he could hear came from a nanoscale chip.

The white fingers intersected and rubbed.

"This time the odor purification ball is what we have been using, Re, do you think the effect is not good?"

Myron looked calm and looked ahead, only the movements of his hands betrayed him.

"Okay, I'll send people to buy all kinds of odor purification balls immediately, and kill a few condemned prisoners to test the effect. You will definitely not smell the smell of blood."

Myron let go of his hand, evil spirits overflowed in his supposedly sunny eyes, a dangerous vortex rolled up in the depths of his icy blue pupils, and the darkness at the bottom of his pupils stirred up waves.

Hathaway, it doesn't matter what you do to me, because the days are still long, and when I turn 20, I will have plenty of opportunities to play with you slowly.

However, it is not enough to move her.

Mai Lun's gentle eyes lingered over Qing Ge's back.

This is the first person who protects him like a mother, and absolutely cannot let her get half hurt.

　Re stands for "King" in Italian.

　　Myron is a black-bellied boy~
　　In the previous chapter, everyone thought the joke was not funny, so you can comment the joke you think is the funniest under this chapter, or write it in the comment area. I will choose 3 that I think are funny after reading it, and each person will be rewarded with 100 books coins~
　　
　
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