Excellent beauty's personal security guard

The rustling sound of high heels stepping on the carpet appeared in Zhao Jianhui's ear.

Now, from the perspective that Zhao Jianhui's head was pressed on the ground by the Oriental man, we can only see the woman's Pink Jade feet in high-heeled sandals without silk stockings. Slender jade toes, her toenails are stained with black nail oil, which makes her feet attractive between black and white.

Zhao Jianhui twisted, and a beautiful leg in black straight pants appeared in his sight. These beautiful legs walked gracefully to Zhao Jianhui, and one hand raised his chin.

At this time, Zhao Jianhui could barely see Ikeda Yumei's proud and smiling face“ Minister Zhao, normally, I want to kill you now and drag you out to feed the dog. However, in terms of my duties and tasks, I should carry out the orders of my boss and leave your life to serve our country. You say - what should I do now? You should know what I'm asking you for? "

Zhao Jianhui stared into her eyes and said slowly, "who are you? Who are you working for? The Japanese government, or the military headquarters? "

The little man next to him roared fiercely, "baga, don't talk nonsense without asking you. Answer the questions well. Where can you ask questions now! " Then he raised his hand and slapped Zhao Jianhui in the face.

The woman raised her hand to stop him, smiled and asked, "minister Zhao, we don't want to use violence. Please cooperate a little. Your identity is very special. According to reason, we should save face for you. As long as you give us a job, it's no problem what you want... "

"Dream, why do I help you?" Zhao Jianhui sneered: "you can use whatever means you have."

"It seems that there is nothing to talk about between us? Cluck, I hope your government can believe that you are a loyal person to the country... However, if the senior management of your country see you, a promising rising star, happy in bed with women from all over the world, I don't know what they will do? " Ikeda straightened up, stretched out her hands and patted gently. Zhao Jianhui heard that a door had been opened and at least a dozen people came out.

Soon, a pair of beautiful legs and jade feet in high heels stood in front of Zhao Jianhui, standing in a row on the carpet in front of him.

"Minister Zhao, you will soon enjoy the joy of the world and tell the secrets you don't want to tell now. Enjoy it. I'll see you in two hours... "

As Ikeda Yumei spoke, she took out a small black bottle from her pocket and raised her hand to the man who pressed Zhao Jianhui: "feed him and soon minister Zhao will become a little sheep..."

The man held Zhao Jianhui's head in one hand, put the gun in his hand on the ground, and reached out to take the medicine bottle: "I know all about it. You can rest assured to go, Miss Yumei. Kuroda and I haven't done this once or twice, so rest assured..."

Zhao Jianhui lifted his weak arm and grabbed the Japanese devil's ankle, which pressed his head. The guy immediately felt light. Before he landed, Zhao Jianhui's hand had grabbed his pistol on the ground. His first target was not Yumei Ikeda, but Kuroda, who adjusted the camera by the big bed.

With a dull noise, Kuroda's body fell to the ground and his arm hung the camera just set up.

"Ah..." the twelve black-and-white, yellow and brown girls standing in front of Zhao Jianhui immediately opened their mouths and shouted. Ikeda Yumei reflected that she was smart. She didn't look back at all. Just by virtue of the dull voice and the girls' cries just now, she immediately knew that something had happened behind her and bounced up quickly, Directly into the small door where these girls came in just now.

It was a secret door that opened directly on the wall. With her body shining in, the small door began to close slowly.

"Asshole..." when Zhao Jianhui tried to catch up, the Oriental who was thrown to the ground by him had turned over, scolded and punched Zhao Jianhui.

Zhao Jianhui had no spare time to pester him. He shot him directly. Seeing the man fall slowly, Zhao Jianhui rushed to the secret door. However, no matter how hard he pushed and hugged, the door was as motionless as a real wall.

Zhao Jianhui stepped back two steps, flew up and kicked at the hidden door.

With a loud noise, the secret door fell down, and Zhao Jianhui had rushed in like a wind.

Inside the door was a not very wide corridor. Less than ten meters in front of Zhao Jianhui, there stood a black and strong man: "baga..." he looked at Zhao Jianhui's face, with a fierce light in his eyes: "you bastard, dare to break my door..." his face, It reminds Zhao Jianhui of the faces of those Oriental right wingers who shouted in the street that Diaoyu Island was their ugly time.

Zhao Jianhui's body didn't stop at all. He directly reprinted his body. He saw that his arm knocked him 15 or 6 meters away. The guy sprayed blood on the wall, and his body collapsed on the ground along the wall.

"Hahaha, damn thing, it's unforgivable that you dare to block my way with your little body." Zhao Jianhui kept chasing forward.

Without running two steps, another Japanese devil came out at the corner of the corridor in front. He was holding a pistol in his right hand and was raising the muzzle of the gun to aim at Zhao Jianhui. However, the slow speed could not pose a threat to Zhao Jianhui. Zhao Jianhui kept pouncing on him, grabbed his wrist and twisted it. At the same time, his right hand grabbed the gun body. He pulled the trigger, but the gun didn't ring, because Zhao Jianhui's thumb pulled down the insurance by the way.

Zhao Jianhui grabbed his gun and twisted it. The guy's finger was cut off by the trigger retainer. He opened his mouth in pain but couldn't cry out. Zhao Jianhui twisted his arm and smashed his face against the wall.

Zhao Jianhui looked at him coldly: "just your two sons, you'll still be thinner children." The guy was so angry that he turned around and gave Zhao Jianhui another punch.

"You really don't know life or death?" Zhao Jianhui sneered and gave him a kick.

"You..." when he saw the cruel murderous spirit in Zhao Jianhui's eyes, fear twisted his face. He shouted and twisted his waist to avoid Zhao Jianhui's feet. However, the next moment, Zhao Jianhui's hand knife had been severely chopped on his neck. The Japanese devil was like being hit by an axe. His cry stopped suddenly, his tongue vomited out, covered his neck with one hand, and finally fell to the ground!

His nose was flattened by the hard floor, and a shocking blood trickled slowly.

"No... no Rao... "He used his broken bellows like throat to send out vague and hoarse Japanese syllables, but Zhao Jianhui can only understand human language now. Where do you know what he is talking about?

"Go to hell!" Zhao Jianhui's knee slammed against his back spine. His right hand lifted his face and broke his chin. The crisp sound of broken bones sounded. His face was broken behind his body by Zhao Jianhui. After two violent convulsions, his body softened, and a trace of dirty blood gurgled out of the corners of his mouth.

Zhao Jianhui looked around warily, then picked up his pistol from the ground, bumped it in his hand, smiled and said, "good, there are eight bullets."

This is a m57c 9mm automatic pistol with silencer. This is a new pistol developed by Toyo based on American colt m1911a1 pistol. Unexpectedly, the new standard pistol was brought to Hong Kong by these people. It seems that the background of these people is really not small.

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

However, it is not surprising to think that this is not the mainland, but Hong Kong, which is known as the international capital. Some people carry such lethal military guns and professional accessories such as silencers.

It is not surprising that Hong Kong's underworld has guns, but most of them are reformed shotguns and earth guns. Some police guns and army guns are Soviet style weapons smuggled from the former Soviet Union. It is absolutely rare that new guns from the Oriental countries can appear in Hong Kong.

With a bang, he reinstalled the clip. Zhao Jianhui moved quickly and quickly turned the corner of the corridor. An open small door could be seen in front of him. Zhao Jianhui approached the door and looked outside. Only then did he understand that this place was a corridor connecting with the adjacent buildings. The light outside the door was already sunlight with a gloomy sky.

Zhao Jianhui leaned over quietly like a cat, but listened to several crisp gunshots from under the building. Yumei Ikeda, who had just disappeared, drilled out 30 meters away from Zhao Jianhui's eyes. At the sight of Zhao Jianhui, Ikeda Yumei's face suddenly changed color. As soon as she raised her hand, she didn't aim at all and fired a shot at Zhao Jianhui.

Master Competition sometimes depends entirely on feeling. A man who aims with a pistol is not a master at all. By feeling, Zhao Jianhui was surprised. At a distance of 20 or 30 meters, the woman's shooting position was actually the center of her eyebrows.

Zhao Jianhui paused and fired a gun at Ikeda Yumei's thigh.

The woman's painful whine came out intermittently. Ikeda Yumei's body fell for a while, as if she had been hit by Zhao Jianhui.

"Zhao Jianhui, even if I become a ghost in my next life, I won't let you go..." said Ikeda Yumei, using both hands and feet, climbing up the railing on the side of the corrido