Looking at the boss who was dressed, his eyes turned red from the onions in the man's hands.
Minister Zhao once again picked up the wooden warehouse tube that he had just put down. "The difficulties are only temporary. One day, we will be able to drive those invaders out of our country. Now it is just the darkness before dawn. We will succeed."
In order not to become slaves of other countries and not to have their family members slaughtered at will, they must succeed.
The boss, who had dressed himself up as a smoker, sighed along with Youyou, "We still need to work hard!"
After bidding farewell to Minister Zhao, the boss crawled back to the small room along the secret passage.
The man on the bed heard the noise and quickly got up to change clothes with his boss.
The woman still sprayed something into the boss's mouth, took off the hat on the boss's head and put it away, then twisted her waist and swung her hips and carried the boss out of the room.
The boss' steps were sloppy and his eyes were red. He didn't feel out of place when standing with other smokers.
The disheveled woman sent the boss to the door, waving her handkerchief and saying, "Let's play again!" .??.??
Then he leaned against the door, seemingly waiting for other guests.
Everyone has their own protective color, such as Jin Fuyao, the boss, and the woman herself.
They use these least popular identities to work hard to complete their tasks, even if they will not be recorded in history at all.
As soon as the boss reached the corner of the street, he was suddenly held back with a knife and said, "Don't move, hand over the money."
The boss's legs went weak, and his slightly hoarse voice was filled with smoke, "Uncle, I just had a good time and I don't have a dime on me. Why don't you leave your address and I'll send the money to your home later?"
go."
But he heard the man behind him sneer, reach out and grab the boss's hair, and push the knife forward again, "Stop talking nonsense, take off your clothes if you don't have money."
The boss shook his hands and took off his clothes, shoes and socks, leaving only a pair of underwear.
When the man behind him relaxed his guard, the boss screamed and ran to the middle of the street, "Help, we're killing people."
The robber was left standing in a secret place holding his clothes, looking with disgust at the smelly and sticky hand he had grabbed at the boss's hair. The smoker hadn't washed his hair for a long time.
After the Fortune Flowers ended, Jin Qing didn't call for a taxi, but carried Jin Fuyao all the way home.
Jin Qing was not a shameless person to begin with, but when he met Jin Fuyao, a man who could let go, the two girls didn't realize how eye-catching they looked.
It was already late at night, and there were more soldiers from Country R patrolling the road.
They checked the identities of passers-by from time to time, and actually regarded Huangpu as their own territory.
Although Jin Qing's identity had been popularized, the soldiers did not stop Jin Qing.
But when they saw Jin Qing carrying Jin Fuyao on his back, they all winked.
Jin Qing has no national complex, so he has no resistance to these R-country people.
But Jin Fuyao changed his posture and buried his head in Jin Qing's neck, "Can you go quickly?"
Jin Qing smiled at her, "Do you think I'm your donkey?"
Jin Fuyao "" could you please stop saying it so bluntly?
While the two people were talking, the shoe stall owner, wearing only a pair of obscene pants, had already rushed towards them from a distance, running and howling.
The boss didn't know what was wrong with that man, but he kept chasing him leisurely, seemingly determined to drive him towards the patrol team.
Knowing that the other party wanted to give the patrol a reason to kill him seriously, the boss felt sad, but he had no choice but to run and shout.
If his identity is revealed, the gays in the opium den will be in danger.
They had put so much effort into setting up the opium shop, and they absolutely couldn't let him be exposed.
Thinking of this, the boss ran faster and faster.
The street had already become quiet, which made the boss's screams seem extremely shrill.
Jin Fuyao frowned slightly, obviously hearing the boss's voice, but she just stiffened slightly and made no other movements.
She is the golden boss of Fuguihua, a big evil person who bullies good people.
Due to her status, she would never stand up for a shoe stall owner.
The boss obviously also saw Jin Qing here and Jin Fuyao on his back, but he only gave Jin Fuyao a look, and then resolutely rushed towards the patrol team who had picked up the wooden warehouse.
The moment he saw Jin Fuyao, the boss already knew that the scene in front of him was obviously another trap set up by the R people for him and Jin Fuyao.
Jin Qing stopped, tilted his head and looked at the boss who was running towards the R countryman, and asked Jin Fuyao in a low voice, "Do you know him?"
There was a hint of trembling in Jin Fuyao's voice: "No, I don't know him."
No, they must not be exposed.
Otherwise, how will she collect intelligence in the future?
The Northeast has fallen into a war zone, and there might be an attack at any time. Her identity is very important.
However, she really couldn't do it to watch her like-minded partners die.
Feeling that Jin Fuyao was shaking more and more violently, Jin Qing sighed and placed him on the steps by the roadside.
Then he took out a wooden bunker from his pocket and hit the opposite patrol team.
The orders from the patrol team were already flying out of the gun, and the boss, who had seen something bad, was already kneeling on the ground, ready to die.
> Who would have thought that Jin Qing's wooden warehouse would be bombarded directly with the sheet on the opposite side.
The patrol team of six was instantly reduced to a ball of blood mist.
You can often hear the sound of wooden barns at night in Huangpu Beach. After hearing the noise here, the several households upstairs who had their lights on quickly turned off their lights.
They don't care what happens downstairs, as long as it doesn't involve them.
A large piece of the boss's head was burned away by the heat carried by Jin Qingzi when he flew out solo.
But he seemed unaware and just stared at the blood stains on the ground.
He finally figured out why the superiors were so obsessed with Jin Qing's weapons.
The boss turned his head and wanted to say thank you to Jin Qing, but he didn't expect that Jin Qing had already walked back to Jin Fuyao, picked him up and continued walking to his small Western-style building.
During this period, Jin Qing had no communication with her boss, as if she just couldn't stand the people of R country killing citizens at will.
Jin Fuyao was the first to react, and patted Jin Qing on the shoulder with a loud voice, "Please be gentle, it hurts me to death."
The boss seemed to have suddenly come to his senses, and kowtowed to Jin Qing, "Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir."
Several soldiers from Country R died. It seemed that he had to leave Huangpu Beach as soon as possible.
In the dark alley, the robber who had just chased the boss covered his mouth with force, fearing that his voice would alarm Jin Qing.
They had planned everything except this person's unusual reaction.
Under normal circumstances, a boss should have two reactions when encountering such a thing.
One is to look on with cold eyes. After all, in the eyes of these people, everyone except them is just an ant.
The other is to go forward and negotiate. After all, Country R is now powerful and there is no benefit in going against them. It may even annoy them.