Female president's private killer

In the as like as two peas in the cold basement, the team members of the blood team set up their sleeves and started the information synchronization. After completing the synchronization, they opened their heavy bags, which was a strange but heavy dress. The model was put on for a long time without any slightest tattoo.

"There are electronic maps, relevant intelligence, action plans, detailed procedures, and operational task assignments."

The tall man looked down at the data display on the small light screen on his wrist, responded and confirmed the data synchronization, then raised his head and whispered, "this operation is only allowed to succeed, not to fail!"

His eyes fell on the bearded elephant with a slight pick on his eyebrows: "so if those guys who used to think they were fierce and refused to wear special military uniforms, let me find out that he secretly pulled out the alloy armor in the military uniform again this time, don't blame me for being impolite."

In front of the young manager and team members, the proud and cold cleaner looked like a lump of dry mud. Hehe smiled and said, "boss, that thing is really heavy, which is not conducive to my play."

The big man didn't bother to pay attention to him and began to carefully check the equipment of the team members. A big man with a tiger back dragged two heavy boxes from the depths of the room, took out a gun from the inside and explained to the people: "refitting sniper is very easy to use."

No one spoke in the room. The team members carefully disassembled and assembled their guns, checked their personal equipment and wore war clothes. The atmosphere was dignified.

The cake shop owner sneaked up to the big man, half squatted, took out a box of cakes from the marching backpack, whispered in his ear, "boss, I now open a cake shop, which is dedicated to honoring you. You can try it later."

At the same time, the cinema owner also quietly walked to the king of hell, took out a CD from his clothes like a thief, and said, "this is a three-D love action film just released. Before it can be pirated, I opened a cinema myself. This is secretly recorded to honor you. When the war is over, you can enjoy it."

The chairman of the pharmaceutical factory sneaked behind the king of hell like a sneaking position. At this time, his expression on his face was very nervous and excited. He couldn't see any cold and strong appearance on the board of directors.

He imperceptibly forced a medicine bottle into the pocket of the king of hell and said carefully at the lowest volume: "this is the latest medicine from our pharmaceutical factory. It has passed the clinical trial, but it will not be promoted in three years due to market reasons. I specially used it to honor you."

After a pause, he said with a smile: "this medicine is particularly helpful for that ability. Everyone knows that you are a little older, that aspect..."

The big man came over, looked coldly at the young chairman of the pharmaceutical factory and said, "it seems that you are very free. Go and help the cow make an explosive electric valve."

Although there was still some indifference on his face, the king of hell looked at the big man and was silent for a moment. Then he opened his arms and asked, "should we hug each other?"

The big man subconsciously looked at his coat pocket, his eyes seemed to penetrate his clothes, saw the small medicine bottle, and shook his head directly to refuse.

Yama spread out his arms, shrugged his shoulders and said, "the team members said they were close. I'm always bad not to."

The big man continued to look at the left chest of the king of Hell: "don't hide from the doctor. For men, whether a certain ability is strong or not can explain a lot of problems."

The king of hell suddenly said angrily, "how did the whole team know all about it? Who said it? "

"Don't look at me. It's none of my business." The big man replied without expression: "eight years ago, you said it yourself after drinking too much. Don't be held accountable. You are the king of hell, and you are also a member of the bloody ghost. "

The king of hell coughed, and sure enough, he didn't pursue anyone's responsibility: "I need someone to help me make war accusations one by one."

The big man nodded: "the lone wolf runs fast, he goes."

Duan Tiandao actually ran very fast, but he didn't run. He was lying on the bed in the villa house, lying upright, staring at the ceiling. There was silence all around, and everything was lonely, just like his mood.

Suddenly the corner of his eye moved slightly, and a dead carp turned over from the bed, went to the window and opened the window.

Outside the window, there stood a... Uh... Very beautiful man. He slightly raised his head and stared at Duan Tiandao of the window account. He looked calm and serene, and the corners of his mouth bent into a smile.

The skin color is white, the facial features are beautiful with a touch of beauty, and the handsome with a touch of tenderness. The appearance looks like debauchery, but the light in the eyes inadvertently makes people dare not underestimate it.

With dark and thick hair and a pair of sword eyebrows, there are a pair of slender peach blossom eyes, full of amorous feelings. People will fall into it if they are not careful. At this time, there is a dazzling smile on their tall nose and thick and thin red lips.

His temperament is very complex, like a mixture of various temperament, but in those gentle and handsome, he has his own unique ethereal and handsome.

"Hello, Mr. Duan."

If Yama were here, he would recognize that this beautiful man was actually a bamboo pole talking with him in an abandoned plastic processing factory.

Although the bamboo pole looked very thin at this time, it looked majestic with a suit and leather cover. The whole person was in high spirits, showing his solemnity and respect.

Duan Tiandao stared at him for a long time: "I'll hit you."

Bamboo pole was stunned. He was stunned very badly. He felt very inexplicable. He looked at Duan Tiandao with puzzled eyes: "why did you hit me?"

"You disturb my sleep." Duan Tiandao did what he said, and immediately turned out of the window, like a light feather falling to the ground without making a half silk sound.

The bamboo pole floated several meters back like a ghost, raised one hand and took it out of his arms: "wait a minute, the two countries don't cut off envoys in the war, I'm the one sent by the Zhao family..."

Before he could finish his words, a slowly enlarged fist appeared in his eyes, and then fell heavily on his right eye socket in the beautiful man's rapidly expanding pupils.

The bamboo pole that received the punch tilted in an instant, like a kite with a broken line. Under the punch, it fell back and fell heavily to the ground.

His right eye socket was rapidly swollen, and his huge strength was unbearable. He could only slowly swell to alleviate the damage caused by his great strength.

Looking at the beautiful man lying on the ground, Duan Tiandao frowned: "well... It's a little unbalanced!"

Instinctively aware that something was wrong, the bamboo pole struggling to get up did not intend to go down in the afternoon, so he was ready to escape, but a slowly enlarged fist appeared in his eyes and fell heavily on his left eye socket again.

The body of the bamboo pole fell again, like a cut-off stake, heavily to the ground.

Looking at the bamboo poles with swollen eyes, Duan Tiandao nodded with satisfaction: "almost. Now, you can tell me what you're doing here. "

The bamboo pole that was beaten two feet out of his head: "...."

He struggled to get up from the ground with two steamed stuffed buns. The corners of his mouth twitched and looked at Duan Tiandao. After a while, he calmed down. It seemed that nothing had happened, and his voice did not fluctuate at all: "I came to you on behalf of the Zhao family." Then he took out a small red post from his arms.

Duan Tiandao took over the little red post and glanced at it at will: "April 15, southern spring, western suburbs, war."

After reading it, Duan Tiandao handed the little red post to the front and looked at the steamed stuffed bun: "the writing is really ugly."

Bamboo pole: "

Xu yourong is practicing his sword in the back garden of the villa.

The way she practiced her swordsmanship was very simple and shocking. She took a downward splitting position, and then stood still, as if she had become a statue.

She was adjusting her breathing. After a long time, the heavy sword in her hand began to fall. It fluctuated up and down, producing layers of illusions. She couldn't tell which was true and which was false.

Every ten minutes, she changes one posture, which is the most basic posture of fencing. Each posture cuts for ten minutes. This is her habit and practice. One practice is an hour. It seems that she never knows what fatigue is.

"Kaba, Kaba" in the garden, the dead branches falling from the woods were trampled off, and there was a voice of being overwhelmed. A middle-aged man in Tang costume came out of the dense trees in the back garden and looked coldly at Xu yourong.

Xu yourong doesn't seem to feel that someone appears and is still repeating the same posture.

But I don't know why, the middle-aged strong man who just appeared in Tang clothes felt cold on his back, as if he had been stared at by some fear in the endless darkness.

He couldn't help but have a strong sense of fear in his heart, which made him have an impulse to turn around and run away.

Xu yourong's face was expressionless, and his chopping action continued. It seemed that he couldn't feel the weight of the huge sword in his hand, nor the fear of the middle-aged man.

There is nothing in her eyes, only the sword. This is her sword meaning, the unique sword world.

The world hangs over the whole back garden.

Whoever breaks into this world will die.

At this time, the middle-aged man's face was full of fear, his back was soaked in cold sweat, and his loose Tang suit was full of moisture. He felt that his whole person seemed to fall into an ocean full of swords.

There seemed to be a frightening picture in front of him. A sword was suspended in the air, sending out the killing intention of huge waves. Some of these swords were sharp and cold, and some were heavy and no front

But he had no doubt that if one of these swords fell at random, he could take his life immediately!

The middle-aged man looked at Xu yourong with frightened eyes. He couldn't believe that it was a woman's Artistic Conception!

How can there be such a terrible person in this world?

Well, what's going on!

Doesn't it say she's just an ordinary woman?

The middle-aged man swallowed a mouthful of saliva heavily. He wanted to turn around and leave. He didn't want to stay here for a moment. The picture that appeared in his mind out of thin air was so terrible that he felt inexplicably afraid

"Shua" Xu yourong cut out the last shadow of the sword, waved the huge sword in his hand, then looked at the middle-aged man like electricity, and said expressionless, "what are you looking for me?"

The middle-aged man hung his head slightly and didn't dare to look at Xu yourong. He was shaking all over his body and began to tremble: "I'm a bloody skeleton. I'm about to kill Duan Tiandao. I've been ordered by Yan, the king of hell to ask you if you will be our enemy... If Miss Xu is willing to stay away, we, We'd better not offend the river... Otherwise... "He seemed to want to say something threatening, but somehow he couldn't even say a word.

Then he ran away.

His name is lone wolf. He runs fast. But at this time, he looks like a lost dog.