Leaving the sweaty hall of the cargo ship, the boss brought the night watchman to the inner room, the red carpeted office.
"What do you want to drink?" The kind Alice walked to the bar.
"Mineral water, thank you." The night watchman sat on the sofa, without the spirit of a murderer at all, and always looked calm and composed. The boss, on the other hand, was sitting alone on the sofa, and the cigar in his hand seemed to never leave his hand.
"I haven't introduced myself yet. I'm the current captain of the Death Squad—Torpedo. I've known the name of the Night Watcher for a long time, but I didn't expect to be able to cooperate with a top sniper like you. It's an honor." It is also very polite.
In order to wait for the night watchman, he even changed the timing of his actions again and again, with all his sincerity.
"The former captain of the Death Squad, F22, has some friendship with me. What happened to him?" When the night watchman asked, Alice had already brought over a glass of mineral water, a glass of whiskey, and a glass of red wine.
Alice sat by herself and drank the red wine. The whiskey was for the torpedoes, while the night watchman drank a glass of mineral water, and hypocritically took off the cross on his neck, put it into the water and prayed silently, and then took it up to drink. In this way, the water becomes the sacred holy water in the church.
"F22, that invisible nose?" The torpedo picked up the whiskey and chuckled, "That old bastard made our brothers risk their lives in the front during a mission, but he hid behind and counted the money. Well? I cut his throat with my own hands, and I soaked the head in formalin, do you want to see it?"
"No need." The night watchman said and drew a cross symbol on his chest, "Is there any room? I need to take a rest."
"Go out and turn right and go upstairs, 101, it's the VIP room." Alice said, throwing the door key over.
"Thank you." The night watchman who picked up the key got up, dragged his luggage, and left. He was quiet, dull, and devout. This was probably his first impression.
It wasn't until the night watchman left that Alice walked up to Torpedo, sat down on Torpedo's lap, put her arms around his neck and said, "I don't like him."
"Of course, how can a stunner like you be satisfied by that kind of little man?" Yu Lei said with a mean smile.
"I'm serious. He's not like a killer. He smells like a good man, which makes people hate him." Alice, a woman who was born in the KGB secret service in the Great Mao country, has an excellent sixth sense for people.
"Hehe, you actually said that the night watchman is a good person? He is the reborn Nirvana in the Nirvana camp. Back then, an African drug lord I served was attacked by him and another Nirvana. More than 400 top mercenaries , plus more than 1,000 people in a town, using armored vehicles, helicopters, and even short-range missiles, chasing after them for half a month, trying not to kill them, and let them kill the big drug lord , Our battle damage exceeds 90%, and we are all lucky to survive." Torpedo hugged the beauty in his arms and talked about the past stories, "Believe me, the night watchman is definitely the best sniper you have ever seen. Not one of them. Be good, go to the present meeting ceremony!"
"Just say yes, for you, I'll serve this uncle." Alice stood up with a sigh, put down her wine glass, smoothed her blonde hair, went out, twisted her wasp waist, walked up the metal stairs, and came to the door. Outside the door of Room 101.
Alice believes that no man can resist her charm, and she can straighten even a crooked man. But just before she knocked on the door, a voice of refusal came from inside the metal cabin door, "Miss Alice, can I have a rest by myself? Thank you."
"Tch, gay." Alice looked disgusted, but she couldn't say anything else and turned to leave.
In the room, the night watchman had already taken off his black suit and shirt, took out a whip from the suitcase, and knelt on the ground. In front of him lay the Bible and the cross, and finally babbled.
Look at his naked body, although it is thin, it is covered with sharp muscles, and there are so many scars that are more hideous than Shen Ming. The scariest thing was the hundreds of scars on his back, as if the devil's claws had torn him apart.
"Holy Virgin Mary, my lord, please forgive sinners for their sins, and continue to guard sinners' devotion with your merciful love." The night watchman said, slapping himself with a horsewhip.
It was a real fight, and it didn't have any special effects. The skin that was already covered with scars was pulled to pieces, and blood flowed out from the wound immediately.
The night watchman is not a pervert, it's just an atonement for a believer. Since he joined Nirvana, he has maintained the habit of lashing himself 3 times every time he kills a person, so as to wash away the blood from his hands.
Time passed, the sun was setting, and the dragons and tigers gathered in Linhai City, and their respective tasks were carried out quietly.
When the school bell rang, the black Z4 stopped at the gate of No. 2 Middle School on time. Heime got in the car earlier than Wan'er. Shen Ming, who was wearing black plastic-rimmed glasses, watched Wan'er's performance for a day. Although Wan'er had hurt two classmates, the situation was basically within controllable range. At least the pervert head teacher was still alive, the dean wasn't hung on the flagpole, and the principal wasn't drowned in the men's washbasin...
Wan'er is gradually adapting to the life of ordinary people, at least she is tolerant towards Huang Yibo, which makes Shen Ming especially gratified.
"How is today? Is it fun to go to school?" Shen Ming greeted Wan'er as she came up to the car.
"It's fun, your sister... Wait, something seems wrong?" Wan'er suddenly realized that it would be a disadvantage to scold people like this, "Stop talking, let's go! Go home and fight Street Fighter again!"
The black Z4 walked away, looking at Wan'er's leaving back, Huang Yibo sighed softly, "What kind of girl is this?"
On the other side of the city, the Linhai City Airport is in full swing. The airport security and patrol team are fully armed, and the exit of the special passage is covered with a red carpet. Go to join the welcome team.
Before the visitor landed, the hearts of Lin Hai, the municipal and business circles were already boiling. She is the sister of the current president of Aragon in the Middle East and Princess Ayatollah, the current Minister of Foreign Affairs. The country of Aragon has only been established for 30 years. It is located on the coast of the Middle East, with a small area and a population of only 10 million. However, it has a good deep-water port and a large amount of oil reserves, making it one of the most important ports in the Middle East. It is also a jewel of the Middle East.
The former leader of Aragon, Baki, was once known as the Tiger of the Middle East. He turned the tide and united the complex religious clans in the Aragon area closely, and established a rich Aragon state. But because this is a centralized government that only adopts a presidential system in name, but does not give the people the right to vote at all, it has been refused to join by the United Nations, and there are very few countries that have established diplomatic relations with him.
In recent years, under the impact of the tragic fate of Zafi Duck, Silly Big Wood, and Basha Bear, the newly inaugurated president, Mutlin, the son of Baki, decided to launch the Grand Aragon Project to overthrow the traditional imperial regime and establish a democratic country. The preparations are already underway, and one year later Aragon will usher in a truly democratically elected president.
The country of Aragon, which actively released friendly messages to the world, immediately became an important ally for all parties to compete for in diplomacy. After all, its geographical location and rich oil are the favorite bones of dogs for world powers, and it is difficult to resist.
Aragon's great diplomacy has already begun. As the Minister of Foreign Affairs, Princess Ayatollah chose the imperial capital of China instead of Washington, D.C. in the United States for the first time. This shows her sharp political vision and the future direction of the country.
The insatiable bald eagle face has been recognized, and the thriving Chinese market is a fast boat that can be boarded. Princess Ayatollah has two tasks in the Celestial Dynasty. One is to sign a memorandum of understanding on the establishment of diplomatic relations and exchange the basic national conditions and positions of the two countries. This is relatively smooth. In the face of interests, both countries have shown full respect and respect for each other. bona fide.
Aragon is willing to support a Chinese dynasty! Lama Lama is a toad! Fishing Turtle Island belongs to the Celestial Dynasty! The Xisha, Nansha, and Great White Sharks belong to the Celestial Empire since ancient times! Even the Japanese country Ryukyu belongs to the Celestial Dynasty!
The Celestial Dynasty only recognized the legal ruling power of the current government of Aragon, which can be described as a profitable business.
As for the second purpose of the Ayatollah's trip, it is to find a suitable port city for the Aragon Kingdom, submit the city's diplomatic statement, and sign various trade agreements, using it as a breakthrough for the Aragon Kingdom's commercial empire. The trade volume that this will bring will be calculated in units of hundreds of billions. Almost all the leaders of the coastal cities of the Celestial Dynasty have the appearance of "seeking exchanges!"
Some cities said, "Come here! Excavate 2 deep-water ports for free!"
Some cities say, "Come here! Customs clearance at the speed of light, tax-free!"
Some cities say, "Come here! 3 warehouses the size of football fields will be used for free, and 2 pairs of specialty Adivon basketball shoes will be given away!"
Everyone is crazily fighting for this ally. Most of the coastal mayors have gone to the imperial capital and used all their connections to attend the banquet of Princess Ayatollah. Some even cats at the door of the hotel where Princess Ayatollah lives. Like a groupie shouting, "Ayatollah I love you! Like a mouse loves rice!"
Princess Ayatollah stayed in the imperial capital for 7 days, and she didn’t see the legendary traffic jam (the roads were closed when she travels →_→), nor did she feel the smog (she was here, and cars from other places were not allowed to enter the imperial capital...), it’s really insightful Brainwashed by China's pervasive advertisements.
However, which city to choose as the exclusive trading port of the Aragon Kingdom, she had already planned in her heart, so after leaving the imperial capital, she specially squeezed out 7 days before heading to the United States to come to Linhai City Visit condolences.
The mayors of many coastal cities were so desperate that they couldn't help sighing, "Oh, why are all the good-looking wives of other people's families?"