Ghost Shelter System

In Linjiang City Guest House, a foreigner sat comfortably on the spring sofa with his legs crossed. The suit is elegant, the cut is very fit, the leather shoes are shiny, and the whole body exudes a gentle temperament.

Behind the gringo, several bodyguards in sunglasses stood there, adding a sense of oppression to the gentleness.

"Mr. Jiang, it's a pleasure to cooperate with you."

Opposite the gringo is a young man in his 30s. The young man's surname is Jiang, and his name is Jiang Zhengsheng. With the reform and opening up, some people have gone to sea to start business, and Jiang Zhengsheng is no exception.

With the help of personal connections, Jiang Zhengsheng formed a professional construction team, mainly building small and medium-sized buildings, and also running a building materials business. In Linjiang City, it can be regarded as a black and white one.

These days, all parts of the country are developing, and the construction business has just started. Jiang Zhengsheng has many people and meticulous work, and soon monopolizes all the businesses in Linjiang City. While he was socializing tonight, he suddenly received an invitation letter to hire their team to take over. A lot of money is given for a project.

So Jiang Zhengsheng came to the guest house with a few followers, and what he saw was the gringo in front of him.

"Mr. Wellington, I'm glad that you like Jiang. But we still have to discuss this cooperation." Jiang Zhengsheng smiled slightly and pushed the contract over.

The foreigner was a little surprised: "Oh? What is Mr. Jiang worried about?"

Jiang Zhengsheng said: "Mr. Wellington asked knowingly. Since you claim to be a master of China, you should know that the area around the City God's Temple is a place that our citizens are extremely fond of. Although superstition is not advocated now, the City God's Temple has been built for hundreds of years and has a long history. What do you think? Just demolish it, I don’t believe any official would dare to sign such a contract with you.”

The foreigner laughed and said: "Mr. Jiang worries too much and is not a qualified businessman. You make money and I pay for it. This is business. The contract is real, the signature and approval document are also real, and the money is also real. This kind of I don’t think Mr. Jiang has any need to doubt something that can be easily proven.”

The gringo snapped his fingers, and a senior official in charge of land approval came in.

Jiang Zhengsheng was stunned and stood up: "Director Zhao, do you really want to demolish the City God's Temple? Do you want to think about it?"

Director Zhao's glasses reflected light, and his expression was a little dull, but his tone was sharp: "What decision should I make, do I still have to give you a report?"

Jiang Zhengsheng was scolded in public, and he couldn't save his face: "Hehe, of course it is not necessary. Jiang is overstepping his bounds."

Outside the window, Qin Kun stood on a tree, his eyes narrowed: "Are you hypnotized?"

Director Zhao's eyes were wandering, which was clearly a sign of being hypnotized or possessed by an illusion. The Zhong family of the Northern School was the best at this. Qin Kun had also seen some people who had been affected by illusions, and their expressions were exactly the same as Director Zhao's.

What happened? These foreigners were so cruel. They used this method to get approval documents and prepare to demolish the City God Temple?

Qin Kun's eyes were focused, looking at the gringos in the room, and he kept recalling the foreigner who discussed business with the gringo in Hong Kong.

After the gringo and the steel-toothed guy discussed business, something happened that night.

Scar Hao was killed, and several of Gangya Man's younger brothers were killed. If he hadn't strayed into the mirage world, Gangya Man would have been killed as well. Qin Kun was moved in his heart.

Are they making any big move tonight? What on earth do these people want to do!

In the room, Jiang Zhengsheng stood up and bowed: "Mr. Wellington, my mother believes in God. She was seriously ill when she was a child. My mother went to the Chenghuang Temple to pray to God for three days and three nights, and she recovered from the serious illness. Although I don't really believe it, but My mother said that there are gods three feet above my head, and the City God is my savior. If you ask me to demolish the City God's temple, Jiang can't do it, so I'd better hire someone else."

After saying that, Jiang Zhengsheng walked out with a few followers.

On the sofa, the gringo looked down at his ring and raised the corner of his mouth: "There is an idiom in China that says, "You don't know how to praise. This person is a person who doesn't know how to praise. Cecia, kill him."

A woman wearing sunglasses nodded, turned around and went out.

Jiang Zhengsheng left, but Qin Kun did not leave.

A gringo appeared twice in his survival mission, which was worthy of his attention. And seeing Director Zhao obeying the gringo in the room, Qin Kun had an ominous premonition in his heart.

Night, 12 o'clock.

Qin Kun didn't leave his surroundings for even half a step. The "Erasure Mission" prompted that he was being targeted by the Obliterator, but until now, he didn't know where the Obliterator was.

Qin Kun could only focus on these foreigners.

The woman who received the murder mission locked herself in the room from 10 o'clock until 12 o'clock. Qin Kun saw her entering the bathroom to take a bath at the window, and squeezed into the house through the window with a little force.

This is a standard guest house room with densely papered walls.

Qin Kun couldn't understand the English above, but the English was mixed with time numbers and there were many photos.

Some of the papers were written in Chinese, with a name in Chinese characters and a big red cross drawn on it.

‘Jiang Zhengsheng’.

Qin Kun was stunned. The old director of Xingyu Real Estate, the real estate tycoon in Linjiang City a few decades later, the father-in-law of Xu Yang's second brother, Jiang Zhengsheng? !

Jiang Zhengsheng's photo was posted on the map of Linjiang City, and his travel activities were clearly marked. Qin Kun was a little surprised.

Killer! He had only seen killers in movies. His professional coldness made him admire him for a while, but he never expected to see him in reality! Jiang Zhengsheng is far less famous now than he was a few decades ago, but this woman still produced a lot of information.

Professional enough.

The woman didn't take long to take a shower. When she came out, she was wearing a bathrobe.

Half-exposed, with a very delicate figure. The woman's face is not very outstanding, but her figure is a plus. Her bathrobe is open and she wears nothing on her lower body.

Qin Kun saw her opening the suitcase. Inside was a variety of assassination tools, ranging from small pills to large pocket hand crossbows, as well as several ring-like hooks, shining with cold light.

The woman put on the ring and turned the hook to hide it, the pills were put into earrings, and the pocket crossbow was hidden in the cigarette case.

She looked in the mirror and forced a smile, but her expression was stiff and far from charming.

The woman suddenly opened her legs, took out a thorn-wrapped inverted cross from the box, and slowly stuffed it between her legs.

If Qin Kun had a nosebleed now, it would probably have flowed out.

In this posture, facing him, the inverted cross instrument had no sharp edges and corners, and it got between the woman's legs. Her expression was very enjoyable.

The waves of screams made the woman's eyes blurred, her legs were suddenly clamped, and her whole body twitched. When she looked in the mirror again, her cheeks turned red, and her stiff smile finally melted away, becoming charming and coquettish.

The woman got dressed, put on lipstick, and her temperament suddenly changed, like a European working woman. The blush on her cheeks remained, with a charming intellectual beauty.

The flesh-colored stockings rolled from the toes to the thighs in circles. The woman caressed her buttocks, adjusted the back of her clothes, and walked out the door on high heels.

The moment the woman closed the door, she suddenly glanced in Qin Kun's direction, licked her lips and smiled: "Have you seen enough? Oriental brat."