God-level Bodyguard in The City

Chapter 191 The Night Watchman

At noon, the sun was shining. The students were stuffed with canteens and snack bars outside the school. They were eating various additives made from cooking oil. They worked **** their steel stomachs and iron stomachs. When the biochemical crisis came, they were strong Become the only two species on earth ...

And among the crowded lunch crowd, I saw a little fat man carrying a high-end sushi restaurant bento box in his hand and ran to the school desperately, and his sweaty, panting-like look followed him. Hundreds of people hunted the same.

Huang Yibo flashed through a large number of classmates, rushed to the school rooftop in one breath, and watched him look like he was going to die. Even if he jumped off the building and committed suicide, was it normal?

"Slow, the lunch break is almost over, Wangcai." Wan'er, sitting in the shade of the wall, complained.

"Sushi ... sushi restaurants are so far away! You don't eat the kind of convenience stores ..." Huang Yibo really tongued out like a dog.

"Please, is that kind of seaweed rice in convenience stores also called sushi? I laughed." Waner took the lunch box in Huang Yibo's hands and opened it with satisfaction. "Yes, Wangcai, my brother recently Quite poor. I have no money to give me pocket money. It's yours to ask me. When I have money, I will ask you to come back. "

"No, don't need it." Huang Yibo was still very graceful. He sat tired beside Wan'er.

"Well, there is actually octopus foot sushi ... Waner's brows twitched, and she forgot to tell the fat man that she would not eat octopus.

"Wangcai, haven't you eaten yet? This is for you." Wan'er picked up the octopus foot sushi in the box with that green finger and fed it to Huang Yibo's mouth.

This rhythm ... is it the legendary couple feeding? !! Huang Yibo looked at Waner's fingertips at his fingertips, swallowed saliva, and was vigorous again ...

But in Waner's view, it is a shame to waste food, and it is better to eat it than others. Only with hands, because only a pair of chopsticks have to eat by themselves? Wan'er completely treats Huang Yibo as a fortune, and is it strange to feed her dogs?

"I'm welcome." Huang Yibo opened his mouth and ate the octopus sushi into his mouth. The temperature of Waner's fingertips remained on the rice grains, and the taste of the cherry blossoms in the mouth slowly opened. The seasoning is delicious, Huang Yibo has the best food in his life.

I can't think of a fat boy like him, a boy with a low face value, there will be women other than the class teacher who likes himself, and it is still like the beauty of the school flower that Wan Er throws away everywhere. Can she get close to her and sniff the cherry blossoms on her body?

"Well, classmate Waner, why don't you go to the locker room when changing clothes, and you also like to go to the woods, it's so special." Huang Yibo swallowed the sushi, and had nothing to say.

"Actually, I'm a robot girl. From the next 2046, my body is made of steel. Once I see it, I will wear it." Wan Er smiled Hu Huo.

"Oh, how could this happen?" Huang Yibo smiled awkwardly.

"I don't believe it." Shen Waner ate the lunch box quietly, and seemed a little unhappy to see her look.

"Yuaner, why aren't you happy?" Huang Yibo became nervous again.

"My dog ​​doesn't believe what I'm saying, and of course it's unhappy. Of course, my pets must believe me with all my heart, even if I'm a liar!" Waner murmured arbitrarily.

"Okay ... okay! I'll believe whatever Waner says in the future!" Huang Yibo is not only that, but for the girl who has only been around for a long time, she feels that she can give her life.

"Good, come again!" Wan Lizu smiled and fed another piece of octopus sushi to Huang Yibo.

On the other side, the Xiao Yi family's banquet was finally dispersed. The twenty special police team members scrambled to clean up the chopsticks and the house, and even did some heavy work that they did not do.

Ms. Yi kept saying no, but everyone did her best, because all they could do was that.

The mission was about to begin, and they couldn't even stay to accompany the elderly for dinner. That's what the police life is like, right? Come and hurry, go and hurry, the task is above all ...

"Vampire, the money has been transferred to you, 50,000 yuan, save a little money!" Although Xiao Long was in a variety of pits, he was still very eloquent as a big brother. He parted his sister's forehead before advising him, and came again In front of Shen Ming, "As for you, I still don't like you. But the silly girl likes it, and I can't help it.

However, it is said that the Xiao family is absolutely not allowed to have unborn pregnancies, and do not know how to use security measures, I will come back to kill you, no matter how great you are! "

"Shut your stinky mouth, billow!" Xiao Yi's face turned red.

Xiao Long turned and ran to the SUV not far away, and then Xiao Jianguo finally came down from the upper floor.

"Do you have any explanation from the elderly?" Xiao Yi's flush had not faded, and she hated being treated as a little ghost by her brother and dad, especially in front of Shen Ming.

"Xiao Nizi takes good care of your mother and comes back to see her more often. Also, remember to bring a‘ raincoat ’.” Xiao Jianguo patted Xiao Yi's shoulder.

"Daddy! But you are my dear! Is there such a girl education? I am pure!" Xiao Yi almost cried.

"And you, remember those words you promised to Yima, take good care of Xiao Yi, but this girl is not worrying, bother you more." Xiao Jianguo sighed.

"Uncle, I will." Shen Ming nodded.

Xiao Jianguo screamed in Xiao Yi's resentment and shouted, "Daddy, am I really biological?" The three vehicles rushed away quickly. The task seemed not too easy, not only because they didn't have time to stay, but Because when they eat, they are not dripping with wine, it seems that Shenming and Yima are drinking white wine?

"Okay, stop complaining, take care of your mother. She drank a lot." Shen Ming turned and went upstairs.

At this time, at Linhai International Airport, a passenger from the Middle East handed his passport to a small window of the customs.

The customs carefully compared the photo with the middle-aged man in front, the 175 head, the unique wheat-colored skin, the goatee, wearing a black priest suit and shirt, a bright silver cross on the chest, and the luggage was checked. Yes, but instead of holding a heavy Bible with a red page margin in his hand, it was a religious person.

"Mr. Mahmood, may I ask if you are traveling or working in the heavenly kingdom?" The customs greeted them in English cordially.

"No, I'm here to preach the gospel of God." Mahmood smiled.

"Oh, I wish Mr. Mahmoud recruited a few more believers and quietly told you that I am also a Christian." This is why the customs are so attached to Mahmoud.

Mahmood smiled, retrieved his passport, followed the flow of people around him, and walked towards the exit.

A blonde secretary wearing gold-lined glasses and a high-end suit took the iPad with the name "Mahmood" waiting at the exit.

"You are?" Mahmoud stepped forward.

"Mr. Mahmood? Hello, this is Alice, your personal assistant, please follow me. The boss has been waiting for a long time." Alice greeted in Chinese.

It was so simple that the two came to the parking lot, got into an Audi a6, and drove out.

"Have Mahmoud eaten? I have some special Chinese food here. You can taste the taste of Linhai, which is all very good." Alice recommended while driving.

"No need. I used to know a friend who was here, and what he made was real local food." Mahmoud looked at the Bible with a smile.

"Speaking of which, Mr. Mahmoud is really mischievous. He is clearly going to start work today. We have always wanted you to come two days in advance. You have to wait until today." Alice smiled and said reproachfully.

"I said, there are community activities in the church that can't get away, just to catch up?" Mahmoud dismissed and continued reading.

Alice was also inconvenienced. She drove onto the coastal road and drove towards the suburbs. Slowly she no longer had a car beside her.

The black Audi A6 came to a **** facing the sea on the highway. A hundred meters away, Alice suddenly took off the gold glasses on her face, took off the high heels on her feet, and stepped on the throttle of the A6. The specially modified turbo-turbine engine burst into a racing-like roar, hum! Hum! Hum! Keep refueling and rushing towards the slope. In just 3 seconds, Cyclonus sailed 160 kilometers per hour and flew directly down the **** to the sea.

In the vacant compartment, Alice looked sideways in excitement. Mahmood, who thought he would panic a bit, was still calm and continued to turn the page to see the Bible. The scary game did not play. Effect, Alice looked helpless.

At this time, the car also stopped on the deck of a freighter just passing by. The tail-flicking car was stuck in the position of the elevator.

"We're here, Mr. Mahmood ... No, maybe you should call your nirvana 'night watchman'?" Alice pressed the switch and the elevator sank down.

I saw dozens of fierce foreign mercenaries in the cabin choosing the equipment while they were in the process of killing or being killed. If you pay close attention to the skull tattoos everywhere on them, you will know that they are the super mercenary group that dominates the African mercenary world ... "the death squad".

"It's finally here ..." Sighing Mahmood closed the Bible, his eyes filled with unspeakable sorrow, "Shen Ming, I'm sorry, I'm finally going to cause trouble in your land. Hope this time Don't have any intersection with you ... "

"Mr. Night Watchman, it's a hello, it's time to meet our boss." Alice took off her uncomfortable secretary skirt with a smile, exposed a leather tight combat vest and shorts, and got out of the car with a smile.

When the night watchman got out of the car, he saw a muscular scar, a humanoid monster with a skull beret on his head, and a big cigar walking towards him. "The night watchman, welcome to join my death squad."

"First of all, I only kill people and don't join the gang. The church of the death squad is too small to hold the cross called" The Night Watchman. "The night watchman was full of words.