My Youth Began With Him

"Boss... are you okay?"

Three minutes later, the two men came in, they were all thin men, in their twenties.

They were the hands of Lu Yan, and they came out after the smoke from the West Point Military Academy.

"Nothing, the body is melted with medicine, clean it here, don't leave trouble for the owner."

"Yes, boss."

Later, Lu smoke got up and left, not forgetting to pick up the transparent umbrella.

After cleaning up the mess, Luyan’s mood was unaffected.

She took two men and found a small shop that ate rice noodles.

Jiangnan's small shop, the decoration is very charming, just like the ancient Wulin Inn.

"Three, what to eat?"

“Three servings of rice noodles and three bottles of beer.”

"OK, wait."

"Boss, don't drink beer..." His men are also kindly proposing.

"In this weather, don't you think that drinking a little wine is more suitable?" The girl spit out her tongue.

This is the face of a fallen country.

Lips are red and white, if there is a scout at this moment.

Then, without hesitation, I will come over and ask her how to contact.

In this era of micro-conformity, such a natural face is hard to find.

Some people say that she looks like a face of a Hong Kong movie star in the 70s and 80s.

Some people say that this is the most tempting oriental face.

Some people even said that she looks a bit like the Hong Kong star Li Zi of the girlhood.

Pear vortex smiles and sways.

When Lu Yan laughed, no one could resist that charm.

But it is such a girl, she is doing business is killing.

Two years ago, she graduated from West Point Military Academy with a metamorphosis.

Killed three senior instructors who wanted to invade her, killed more than a dozen European and American classmates, and fled the school with a few Asian-American students.

Then began to set up a mercenary organization, killing orders from all over the world.

Of course, most of the people she killed were heinous terrorists or triad leaders.

Or a high-ranking official of the internal separatist party. One year, she became the most wanted criminal of Interpol, code-named Miss II.

Why is it called Miss Two?

I heard that Luyan has a sister, but no one has seen it.

"Boss, when are we leaving here?"

"What is the urgency, enough to stay?" Lu Yan looked down and looked at the dense password information on the watch.

"No, I always feel that we have been here for too long, it will be unsafe... There have been seven killers in these days."

"But I haven't had enough... don't you think the rice noodles here are delicious?"

Lu Yan raised his head, and the big eyes of a two-person animal were so harmless that anyone would see it.

Two men:...

In fact, the subtext of my heart is, well, you are the boss you said.

At this time, Luyan’s watch sounded.

She glanced at it and picked up the phone carelessly.

"Smoke, where are you?" The illusory image on the other end of the phone is a white teenager wearing a Russian military uniform.

"Domestic." Lu Yan lowered his head.

"When is it to Russia?"

"No business, why am I going to Russia... Drinking the northwest wind... I am watching the Siberian snowfield with you?"

But the boy is not angry.

"I want to give you a birthday, I have customized the gift."

"The gift is no longer needed. Just give me 50 million directly. The card number is still that."

The phone is silent...

The two men almost laughed out loudly, and only the boss was so thick-faced that he dared to directly knock Joe's bamboo bar.