Excellent beauty's personal security guard

Zhao Jianhui looked around warily. There was no one.

Oh, it's not that there is no one. The wooden village behind the pillar is still busy.

Zhao Jianhui quickly took off Matsushima's clothes and exchanged them with his own, then handcuffed him to the chair as usual and reversed the direction of the chair. Then he put on Matsushima's sunglasses and picked up Matsushima's pistol.

This is an m92 9mm automatic pistol with a silencer. The birthplace of the gun should be country M.

It's hard to imagine that in a place with such strict gun control in mainland China, someone can openly carry this lethal military gun with him, as well as professional accessories such as silencer.

From the feel just now, this gun is by no means a shoddy and shoddy product. From the perspective of technology, it is definitely a genuine product with first-class performance. Remove the cartridge clip and fill it with yellow bullets.

Zhao Jianhui's experience let him know that even the intelligence agencies of some countries may not have a way to bring guns into China. It seems that the people of these Cherry Blossom groups are not ordinary.

It's not surprising that mainland triads have guns, but most of them are reformed shotguns and earth guns. Individual police guns and military guns were manufactured in underground workshops in border areas such as southern and western Xinjiang. That kind of rotten goods has many problems, often gets stuck and has extremely poor accuracy, but even such things are rare. This powerful foreign standard pistol can never appear in the hands of ordinary people, let alone with a silencer.

Those with silencers are usually professional killers.

Just now, Zhao Jianhui was a little puzzled that Naimi Kikukawa had so easily said that she belonged to the oriental cherry blossom group, but now she can't help believing.

Zhao Jianhui held the pistol, and a long lost feeling of enrichment gradually rose in his heart. Since he came to Beijing this time, he hasn't held the gun for a long time. He has the joy of meeting old friends after a long separation.

No matter what the hell it is, since she has provoked herself, there is nothing to say. The only end is to kill you... Zhao Jianhui quickly approached the square pillar and looked back. Only then did he find a small single bed behind the pillar.

Zhao Jianhui's face appeared in front of her with a smile, and the woman's half narrowed eyes immediately earned a lot“ Ah... "Her cry hasn't come out completely. Zhao Jianhui is also a hand knife to her neck. Seeing the woman unwilling to close her eyes, Zhao Jianhui sneered: "bastard, anyone's business." He had recognized that the woman was one of the two women he saw outside the 35th floor this morning.

As light as a civet cat, Zhao Jianhui swaggered out of the door and found that there was a long corridor outside. At the end of the corridor, there was a small door with dazzling lights.

Zhao Jianhui came out along the small door. Only then did he know where he was in the basement. In front of him was the corridor on the 35th floor. However, in the morning, I and the pigeon came out of the elevator in the East, and now I am standing in the stairwell on the west side.

Looking ahead, the big wooden door guarded by Kimura and Matsushima is more than ten steps away in front of him.

The opposite elevator just opened. Two middle-aged men in their fifties came out of the elevator with glasses. They talked in a low voice and walked in the direction of Zhao Jianhui.

These two people should also go to the club for entertainment, right? Zhao Jianhui looked at his clothes and walked slowly forward. When the two men approached the gate, Zhao Jianhui also came in front of them. The two men smiled at Zhao Jianhui. One of them said to Zhao Jianhui in Oriental dialect, "good evening."

Zhao Jianhui nodded demurely in response. The wooden door was opened from inside, and the woman's charming laughter came in clearly.

Zhao Jianhui walked in behind the two men. The two men who held the door at the door actually bent down and bowed to Zhao Jianhui. Shit, this skin works.

This is a big hall, which is three or four times larger than the hall of your own villa. It may be about 600 square meters.

Near the gate is the bar. A long red lacquer cabinet is filled with all kinds of drinks. Inside the counter, four or five beautiful sisters in white uniforms, miniskirts, pink thighs and white cotton stockings knelt there and said to the guests, "welcome."

There are dozens of sofa coffee tables in the hall. There are many men and women sitting in it. Some raise their glasses relatively, some talk and laugh in a low voice, and some can't wait to hold together. The women's smile and the men's happiness ring out. On the four walls of the hall, huge LCD displays are playing some unknown clips, most of which are flirting with beautiful stars.

However, the air in the hall is not dull at all. All kinds of sounds are intertwined, and there is no deafening noise. It can be seen that the walls must have been treated with science and technology.

Except for the wall when entering the door, almost all the walls have several small doors. Outside the door without a small door, there are two beautiful girls with the same dress as that in front of the bar. The two men wearing glasses who came in just now didn't stop in the hall, but walked into a small door one after another.

Is there another cave in the door? Otherwise, before these two people went in, Zhao Jianhui had seen a pair of men and women go in with hugs. It would not be a man and a woman who did that kind of thing. Would you allow other guests to visit?

Zhao Jianhui walked around slowly in front of each door. After two or three times, there was no sound in each door.

Finally, when Zhao Jianhui walked around a small door, the door was opened from the inside. Zhao Jianhui looked through the crack of the door and saw that there was still a corridor. There were golden walls on one side and more than a dozen doors on the other side. The red carpet on the corridor extended to a distance of 50 or 60 meters, facing the corridor, It is also an open mahogany gate.

Shit, what the hell is this place? It's so mysterious?

When a fat man came out with a stomach, Zhao Jianhui walked in amid the girls' bowing and greeting. By instinct, he felt that there was still a play in the big wooden door facing the corridor. Therefore, on the corridor, Zhao Jianhui didn't stop to observe what would be in the row of wooden doors on the left, so he went straight to the wooden door at the end.

With a gentle push, the door unexpectedly opened by hand. High-end places have unexpected benefits. There is almost no sound when the wooden door cup is pushed open.

The light was on in the room, but there was no one. It looks like a high-end suite hall, with several small doors that have been opened.

Zhao Jianhui scolded in his heart. He really can't live a fucking life. Why do you install so many doors in a house? Zhao Jianhui turned around inside and found nothing. It seemed that this was an empty room.

Isn't it a waste to leave such a high-end room idle here?

When Zhao Jianhui was wondering, he suddenly heard a sound. However, to Zhao Jianhui's surprise, the sound seemed to come from inside the wall.

What a strange thing. Is there anything strange on the wall. Zhao Jianhui looked along the noisy wall and suddenly laughed.

Near the flower tray shelf, there is a secret door on the wall. If it is not an expert like Zhao Jianhui, it is generally difficult to find it. Zhao Jianhui put his ear on it and listened. There was a woman's sob, followed by two loud crackles.

It's loud. In fact, if Zhao Jianhui didn't stick his ears to the wall, the sound would be fine. Zhao Jianhui reached out and pushed, but the wall remained motionless. Zhao Jianhui smiled, reached out and took down a thin steel wire from his collar. When he was dizzy just now, the other party took away the watch on his wrist and the things in his pocket. Only a few small parts hidden in his body and clothes were not found by the other party.