my sister never called brother

If you climb the stairs to the [-]th floor.

I have no fighting power anymore.

If my colleagues know that I am so hard-pressed.

I lost face as an ace agent to my grandma's house.

Zhou Han crossed his arms, watched the floor change, and hummed the tune of "Little Star".

He looked handsome in a suit and leather shoes.

After reaching the twelfth floor, the elevator stopped suddenly.

Two big black men with a height of nearly two meters came in, wearing black suits, big sunglasses, and intercom earphones in their ears, typical of bodyguards.

The whole body seems to be full of explosive power, even though the suit is wrapped around the body, the lines of the muscles can be seen.

Zhou Han didn't even need to find out who they were. From the calluses on his hands, he could tell that he often played with guns, and he had the killing spirit of having been on the battlefield.

Definitely a member of the Special Operations Team of the Marine Corps...

The members of this action team are all elites.

If it is placed in the city, it can become the protagonist of the urban soldier king.

It seems that the situation is a bit severe, Zhou Han and the two big black men have a huge disparity in strength.

So I was discovered?

I wanted to keep a low profile, but now it's impossible.

It's so troublesome...

Zhou Han rubbed his temples, expressing his helplessness.

The elevator started again, and two strong black men stood in front of Zhou Han, silent, like two gates, shutting people up.

Those who come are not good, and those who are kind do not come...

Zhou Han couldn't help sighing, humming "Little Star" to himself, it seemed to relieve the pressure, after all, being blocked by two elites, no one would feel good.

In the closed space of the elevator, the atmosphere is a bit weird, with a sharp contrast.

The two black men were very serious, while Zhou Han whistled casually,

It made the black brothers want to pee.

When the elevator climbed to the No.17 floor, the two black elites exchanged glances and suddenly moved—

They are armed with sharp sabers...

It wiped Zhou Han's neck like lightning!

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The elevator reaches the twentieth floor.

There are four team members in full armor, holding M4 automatic rifles, aiming their black muzzles at the elevator.

If you observe carefully, the four battle-tested soldiers are more or less nervous? !

Either he was breathing heavily, or he was sweating coldly.

"Ding--"

The elevator door slowly opened.

Two strong black men stood firmly inside, seemingly no problem.

The situation in front of him shows that Zhou Han killed him because of the threat of contact.

The four gunmen breathed a sigh of relief, and someone pressed the headset and said, "Nenemy down."

"Hey, don't lie about the military situation, I'm not dead yet..."

Zhou Han's voice suddenly came from the elevator, and the hearts of the four team members rose to their throats instantly.

The two black men standing in the elevator were sweating profusely, foaming at the mouth, and fell down with a bang, with two sabers piercing deeply into their asses.

"Taking fire!!!"

The four team members who received the order pulled the class one after another, and the flames of M4 immediately began to spray wildly, roaring violently!

Countless scorching shell casings fell to the ground with a thump.

The rain of flashing bullets formed a curtain and poured towards Zhou Han.

Zhou Han didn't move, he was extremely calm.

Countless bullets hit ten centimeters away from Zhou Han, and turned into blue data fragments, which bloomed like miniature fireworks.

It seems that there is a protective cover, which can't hurt Zhou Han at all.

Looking at the barrage pouring down, Zhou Han shook his head.

"That's enough..."

Zhou Han made a move with both hands, the data flow gathered, and two silver desert eagles were constructed in the blink of an eye.

He raised his pistol, worked left and right, and fired four shots in a row.

The four team members who continued to shoot were instantly headshot, splashing thick blood mist, and fell into a pool of blood.

"2045..."

Zhou Han muttered to himself, chanting old Henry's room number.

Every step you take, leaves a bloody footprint on the ground...

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2045 front.

"It's here..."

Looking at the house number, Zhou Han unconsciously smiled.

After finishing the work, you can go home by yourself.

The door is electronically locked, it's not too easy for Zhou Han.

Zhou Han lightly touched the lock, and the door opened automatically.

"Hmph, old man, let me treat you to a peanut."

Zhou Han cursed with a smile, pushed the door open and entered, but saw a shocking scene——

(The following dialogues are all in English, please make up your own brain.)

Wallace, father and daughter, are naked, on the big bed, and are engaging in a volleyball battle in a textbook-like naked posture! ?

"Ah... Come on!"

Martha sat on her father Wallace's curry stick, her big ass moved up and down crazily, every time she sat very hard, she made a "poof" sound, which was really embarrassing.

"Martha, are you happy?"

The old Wallace felt that he was old and strong, and he regained his glory on his daughter, and the activities became more vigorous, and he still had time to flirt, but he didn't notice that Zhou Han was watching the live broadcast. It's a father-daughter ethics AVI, which is more exciting than the island country movies .

"Haha...haha..."

"Fuc k me!"

"Fuc k me! Dad!"

Martha was dazed by old Wallace, she trembled all over, just clicked on the towering jade peak, dangling around, so fucking eye-catching!

Hearing his daughter's drumming, old Wallace worked harder.

The delightful crackling sound resounded throughout the room.

Hey Hey hey!

Enough!

You are the real father and daughter! ?

To do such a disgusting thing?

Evil capitalism, what a fucking trough!

Zhou Han stared dumbfounded from outside the door, and there was only one emotion in his heart——

I didn't expect my casual words to come true!

This is really going to have sex with her father!

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Valentine's Day Special: Part Three

"cough!"

Zhou Han coughed lightly, interrupting the ethical snake war.

Because it's a bit embarrassing to watch it, and I have a task, so it's better to finish it early.

"Who are you!?"

Old Wallace wilted immediately, too frightened to move.

Martha panicked, got off her father, picked up the quilt to cover her delicate body, and opened her mouth to let out a scream.

"Ah ah……"

As soon as the scream came out, the middle finger was shot with a "bang".

Seeing that Martha wanted something bad, Zhou Han blew her head off with the Desert Eagle without hesitation.

The white curtains instantly turned red, and blood spattered Old Wallace's face.

"Ah ah ah..."

The old Wallace was terrified, and he was stunned immediately. He opened his mouth and let out a jerky cry from his throat, but he didn't dare to call for help, because he was afraid of eating peanuts.

Zhou Han walked over and put the cold muzzle of the gun on Old Wallace's forehead.

"Where's the file?"

"What... what document? I'm just an ordinary businessman."

"Looking for death?" Seeing that Wallace was playing dumb, Zhou Han planned to pull the trigger.

"Don't, don't!" Old Wallace said in a panic, hesitating, "It's already been handed over to someone else, just 5 minutes ago."

Zhou Han frowned and nodded, "Oh, thank you for your cooperation."

A gunshot sounded, echoing in room 2045.

Looks like old Wallace is on his way too...

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Zhou Han came to the window of the corridor of Caesars Palace.

This is the closest to the car park.

Zhou Han opened the window and looked at the height of the twenty floors.

He hesitated for a moment, and chose the fastest way to go downstairs.

jump straight down...

And the wind became grinning, and Zhou Han's expression was deformed when it blew.

He was high in the air and jumped vertically.

Las Vegas at night is indeed beautiful, with countless lights intertwined, like a man-made torch.

The moon in a foreign country is not round, but it is extremely cold

Resplendent and resplendent, it shows the beauty of the holy land of gambling.

Zhou Han is like a cannonball, falling vertically in the air and falling freely.

It stands to reason that with the acceleration of gravity at a height of [-] floors, if you fall down, it will turn into muddy meat, and a big hole will be formed on the ground.

But the strange thing is that when Zhou Han landed directly on the ground, it felt as light as a feather, not even a speck of dust splashed up.