Excellent beauty's personal security guard

"Listen to Zuo Huaiyu, ask your people to save the girl around Michiko, and I'll let the big leader go. Otherwise, as long as the tip of the knife in my hand moves gently, you won't be able to eat!" Zhao Jianhui shouted behind the leader.

"Zuo Huaiyu, can you be a leader without my support? Hurry up and save me... "The knife in Zhao Jianhui's hand moved slightly, and the big leader shouted very cooperatively.

Then came Zuo Huaiyu's cry: "where's Michiko Ikeda, the Japanese woman who was here just now?" Zhao Jianhui poked his head out from behind the leader. Sure enough, he couldn't see the figure of Michiko and you Xiaoran.

The elevator door opened again, and a large number of members of the special police force wearing black bulletproof vests, black combat suits and helmet masks broke in with 95 submachine guns. A thunderous roar sounded, "don't move! Put down your arms! "

Director Zuo looked back and felt strange. He is the director of public security. The special police unit is an armed police organization, but to be transferred, he must also sign and approve by the director. He was supposed to accompany the leader to relax. When he heard the dull gunfire in the room, he temporarily transferred several confidants. Because there was a ghost in his heart, he did not notify the armed police for support. Why did these people come by themselves?

"Come on! The criminal is over there! " He shouted and pointed to the front to bluff. At the same time, he raised his gun and aimed at Zhao Jianhui. Among these people, only Zhao Jianhui is a major problem. As long as Zhao Jianhui is eliminated, he can still be his big leader safely. Those Oriental people will not betray his secrets, and the leaders will not betray his secrets. Therefore, he wanted to take advantage of the fact that the armed police had not found out the situation when they first arrived, and prepare to kill people first and then kill people.

"Bang!" The gun rang, and the pistol in the left director's hand flew out. He covered his hands and staggered for a few steps. He looked up in horror at the special police behind him. One of them was smoking at the muzzle of his gun.

"I said put down all your weapons! Now! right off! Did you fucking not hear it or what happened? " The eyes of the special police were fierce and glittering, and the muzzle of the gun was all aimed at the police.

"What are you doing!? I'm the director of public security! He's the criminal! You're fucking blind! " His hand was numbed by the shot.

Tu Xiong's loud voice didn't save him any face at all: "fart your mother. That's our boss. Who's the bad guy and who's the good guy and tell him with your boy?"

Zhao Jianhui smiled and clapped his hands, pushed the man in front of him forward, and the naked leader fell out of bed. Mr. leader may also feel that his honor is unsightly. He didn't cry pain when he got up from the ground. He quickly grabbed a sheet and wrapped it around his waist.

"What's the matter?! What unit are you from? If you don't beat criminals and beat your own people, I think you want to turn against the sky?! Ask your leader to meet me in my office tomorrow! " The leader was surrounded by a sheet under his stomach. After a very dignified reprimand, he was ready to leave.

However, a SWAT member blocked his way: "sorry, you can't go out."

"What!? You... Bastard! You know who I am!? Dare to talk to me like this, don't you want to do it!? What about your leaders? Call your leaders! Such lawlessness, I'd like to see how your leaders become! "

"How dare you even stop the leader's way? I'll see who dares to shoot Protect the leader, get out! " The left Bureau, which was confronting the special police, growled and roared, and the man was about to come.

"Tu Tu!" The muzzle of the Swat's gun spewed out a tongue of fire and hit a spot. A policeman's thigh was pierced and blood splashed all over the ground. He screamed, covered his legs and fell, and the rest of the police subconsciously raised their guns.

The sound of gunfire exploded like beans, and screams came one after another. A total of five policemen were hit in the legs. The special police roared like crazy Tigers: "put down your fucking weapons, or you'll be killed! Drop your weapon! "

The police were finally frightened and put down their guns. Zuo Huaiyu was almost stunned. He also put his gun on the ground and shouted, "what are you doing? I'm the director of public security! What unit are you from! Dare to threaten to detain government officials by force. Do you want to rebel? Who gave you the right?! Are you going to rebel or something? "

As a civil servant, the leader was speechless when he saw the bloody scene.

Seeing that you Xiaoran has been taken somewhere by Michiko Ikeda, Zhao Jianhui is very angry. Where will he stay here to chat with these people? After jumping out of bed, he said coldly, "if you have any nonsense with them, you'll kill those who are dishonest."

As he spoke, he walked out, turned around and pointed to the black people: "especially these Oriental pigs, none of them..."

Out of the elevator and back to the beautiful hall, Zhao Jianhui saw the pigeon sitting by the rockery, covering his chest and panting. Her chest was still bleeding, and her snow-white fingers had been dyed red by blood.

"How are you? Who hurt you? " Zhao Jianhui hurried to the pigeon and asked while tearing off her sleeves and bandaging her.

"Boss, do I have bad luck every time I follow you? Last time it was the arm, this time it was the chest, and the next time it might be... "The pigeon laughed miserably and was still joking with Zhao Jianhui.

Zhao Jianhui said angrily, "shut up. What are you talking about? Come on, who hurt you? "

"A woman in black, she... She also has a very beautiful girl, boss. Is that the girlfriend you're looking for?" The pigeon was badly hurt, but he still hasn't forgotten the gossip of the little woman. It really makes Zhao Jianhui funny and headache.

"Where did they go?" Zhao Jianhui comforted the pigeon and asked.

The pigeon's chin pushed towards the small doors behind him: "the... The third small door..." before the pigeon finished, Zhao Jianhui got up and ran over. When entering the elevator, I heard the pigeon say weakly in the back: "boss, you are valuing sex over friends..."

The elevator went down. Although there were no numbers displayed in the elevator, Zhao Jianhui could feel it. It took more than 20 seconds for the elevator to stop and open the door.

The deep corridor with dim yellow lights told Zhao Jianhui that he must be at the bottom of the building. Walking along the corridor, Zhao Jianhui felt that although the road inside was tortuous, the general direction had not changed. The oblique direction was the location of the consulate of Toyo, which was far away from Jinwei hall.

Zuo Huaiyu really should be killed. He actually tolerated the Japanese digging tunnels under the capital. If he didn't know at all, the devil believed it.

As he walked, Zhao Jianhui took out the pistol that had been shot out and replaced it with a magazine. The more he walked forward, the more careful he was. After walking more than 300 meters, there was a fork in the road ahead. Zhao Jianhui squatted on the ground and observed it carefully. Then he walked in along the intersection on the right.

Walking forward for three or two minutes, Zhao Jianhui's eyes showed a dark little iron door. After opening the iron door, there was a small room without lights outside. The door is in a corner of the small room. It looks like a semicircular oil bucket from the outside. There are seven or eight real oil buckets with the same appearance as the small door in the room. Bursts of oil and gasoline smell strongly in the air.

Zhao Jianhui walked carefully through the oil barrel and came to the opposite door. Looking through the crack of the door, he found that there was a big room with only three or two dim lights outside. There are several cars with shiny black paint parked in the room, which looks like a big garage.

Just as Zhao Jianhui was about to open the door to go out, the door of the garage outside was opened. A gentle sound of heels knocking on the ground gradually sounded, with a light and soothing rhythm, like a sweet note in a silent room.

As the footsteps approached, Zhao Jianhui saw a slim black figure flashing through the crack of the door.

The dim light and black tights made the woman's whole body almost dim. However, her wonderful and exquisite figure is still full of charming breath under the smooth leather like clothes and trousers.

Under the dim light at the top of the channel, a waterfall of long hair hung down at the waist, as if stirring a faint fragrance. Under the dark hair, there was a pretty and moving face like a pink jade carving, and a pair of smart and lively big eyes flashed vigilant light from time to time under the two curved eyebrows. The tender red lips gently pursed, revealing a little uneasiness and strength in the heart.

The woman was carrying a small black bag in her hand. Only the strap of the handbag was decorated with a few glittering rhinestones, which emitted a flickering cold light under the reflection of the light.

The woman opened the door of a car with her white fingers and threw the bag in. The two straight and slender, and the gently curved thighs turn, leaving Zhao Jianhui with only an attractive back.

"Meizhizi, it's illegal for you to do this. You can't treat me like this..." a man's voice came from the car, saying Oriental dialect.

The woman sneered at the and said faintly, "is it illegal? What country's law do I violate? I can't do this to you? Hum... I can kill you if you don't cooperate with my work. "

This woman is that Michiko Ikeda? Is this what she is?