My sister is a black widow

You can search for "My Sister is Heiwusou Novel (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapter!Two DuesenbergModelSJs drove together on New York’s West End Avenue. The dazzling red and gleaming silver envelop the elegant car body. The independent lights are like two beautiful eyes dotted on it. As for the light gold roof of the car. It adds a little wildness.

This is the fastest car in the world in the middle of the 20th century, with a top speed of 140 miles per hour. The knightly posture and hurricane speed of the car constitute a peculiar beauty.

Of the DuesenbergModelSJ series sports cars, only 36 units were produced in the world.

And two of them are here.

The magnificent luxury car naturally attracted the attention of countless people, but what attracted more attention was the delicate girl in the transparent window.

The red hair is docile on the shoulders, the dark blue long evening dress, the simple big V-shaped neckline shows the girl's thin and exquisite collarbone, and the wide blue belt on the waist echoes the blue color of the cuffs.

What attracts pedestrians the most is the surprised face, with two slightly curved eyebrows, which are raised up in a playful manner, a pair of deep and clear blue pupils, and a straight nose, beautiful and gentle, unlike other European girls. That nose tip is strange.

Around the white neck is a fascinating diamond necklace, exuding a gleaming light, against the beautiful face of its owner.

However, Natasha was a little listless at this time. As a small KGB agent who withdrew from the "Black Widow Project" early, she has been fighting on the battlefield of Sod and Germany. Natasha has never been exposed to intelligence seduction or training to play such a role.

Naturally, there is no black widow's ability to control any identity at any time, any place.

So the very excited little girl really arrived at this time, but was a little at a loss, and felt dull about the longing for the dinner.

Similarly, there is natto. The little boy was originally lacking in interest in this inexplicable dinner. At this time, he only leaned in the luxurious car seat, his eyes squinted, as if he was about to fall asleep.

Leon and Natasha are in the same car, Winnie and Natto are in another car.

Unlike these two people, Leon and Winnie were a little excited. Leon was naturally very curious about the host of the invitation, while Winnie was very interested in the dinner party held at the Sailing Club.

According to Winnie's many years of experience in New York, this sailing club is one of the top clubs in the United States. The admission requirements are very strict. Even if it is wealthy, it may not be invited to join it.360 Literature Network www.360wxw.com

When the wheels of DuesenbergModelSJ slowly stopped and opened the door, you saw a huge stone building elegantly standing there, with Roman-style stripes and arches like guards of the years, and delicate and atmospheric sculptures flooded it.

Two neatly dressed, meticulous waiters stood quietly outside the door, and smiled docilely when they saw the vehicles gradually stopping.

When the four people got out of the car, the waiters had already walked to the front of the car, one took the car keys, and the other hurriedly led them in.

Inside this top sailing club is a beautiful exhibition hall, with white closets in the middle. There are countless large and small sailing models on the blue background on both sides. On the side are indigo blue sofas and brown short tables. Stand quietly in rows.

There is also a beautiful oil painting on the white closet, on which a white sailing boat is moving forward in the blue waves.

The waiter brought them here, then politely stepped back and went deeper. After a while, a few very obvious Russians came out.

Leon and Natasha looked at each other.

"Really Russian?" Leon thought.

The Russian middle-aged man who takes the lead, with dark green curly hair, messy and rough eyebrows without losing fortitude, exquisite beard and graceful, his eyes are bright and firm, and he looks straight at the four Leon sitting in the hall. , There is a kind of smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Mr. Leon." He turned his head, "Miss Natasha."

He nodded to the thin young natto again, and finally said, "And Miss Winnie."

"Welcome you all here, please follow me."

Inside was a rather magnificent hall, and there were more people walking back and forth. Leon observed that most of them were Slavic faces, with high noses, deep eyes, and wide eyes...

When are there so many Russians in New York?!