I wish you all a happy Saturday, there is still one day left for the holiday, I miss you all!
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Strictly speaking, Mr. Chu is not a good guy at all.
In addition to being thick-skinned, he is also a very selfish guy. Especially when it comes to dealing with women, he is so entangled that it hurts.
But, then again, Chu Yang's reputation as a "ghost car" was achieved with real swords and guns, and there was no trace of moisture at all.
If anyone wants to be the king of his profession, he must have strengths that others cannot match.
And Chu Yang's greatest strength is that after each mission, he will carefully summarize the gains and losses... So, after forcing himself to suppress the irritability in his heart, he lit a cigarette and closed his eyes again.
Looking back.
This time, Chu Yang was not recalling the development of the matter, but thinking about some details of the fight between him and Dais: In addition to the extremely fast speed of Dais's shots, the biggest feature of Dais was that his movements were erratic, which made people feel uncomfortable.
It's impossible to capture where she landed.
Chu Yang, who had completely calmed down, closed his eyes and recalled every move the two made against each other last night very carefully. He stayed like a fool for two hours. Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, and the inexplicable sound of what he had done in the past rang out.
The torches seen on the Pyramid of Kukulkan.
At the Pyramid of Kukulkan in Mexico, when he climbed to the north of the top of the tower, he saw seven torches on the top of the tower and found that the positions of the seven torches should be according to the positions of the Big Dipper.
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"The Big Dipper array of Chinese Taoism?" After thinking of this inexplicable scene, Chu Yang suddenly opened his eyes, like an idiot, and giggled: "Fuck, I thought that woman's steps were so strange, it turns out she
It's just shifted according to the direction of the Chinese Big Dipper array. No wonder I can't figure out her next move and am led by her!"
Thinking that next time I see that Dais, I can seal her landing point one step in advance, and then I can catch her alive at the cost of being beaten twice by her, and then I can play with her as I want.
, if she wants people to play with her, she will never bring her a dog... Chu Yang's mood immediately improved, and when he looked at the two pots of white roses on the windowsill, he felt particularly beautiful.
Although he still hasn't figured out how he passed out, Chu Yang doesn't care because he is absolutely sure that the woman will not be able to use poison when the time comes.
As for why the woman didn't take the opportunity to kill Chu Yang after knocking him unconscious, Mr. Chu didn't consider it at all.
As long as a normal person's head has not been squeezed by the door, he will never waste his brain on such stupid things as "Why don't others kill me?"
If you have to think about it this way, then at most let her go once. This is called coming and not reciprocating.
After figuring out the problems that troubled him, Chu Yang felt very hungry at this time. Just when he was thinking about whether he should go to eat, he suddenly jumped up from the sofa with a slap on his head: "Oh, I
Damn it, how could I forget that I had to go to Prison No. 9 at nine o’clock this morning? It’s all the fault of that stinky bitch. Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!”
After swearing a lot, Chu Yang quickly ran to the window sill, pinched off a white rose, then picked up a black luggage bag and ran out of the house in a hurry.
In the surprised eyes of the Zeus King Nightclub staff, Chu Yang ran out of the nightclub quickly and happened to see a taxi approaching. He quickly opened the door and got in. Before he said anything, he listened.
He turned around and asked: "Hey, buddy, are you going to Prison No. 9?"
Chu Yang was stunned: "Hey, how did you know?"
The elder brother tapped the flower in Chu Yang's hand with his chin and said: "Because you are holding this thing in your hand. In order to commemorate the great patriotic poet, the locals will not take this thing with them casually in the past two days.
Come out. And since the morning, I have sent three people with this thing to Prison No. 9, but they have already gone, how did you come out?"
"Hey, don't mention it. It's too long to say. I want to cry just thinking about it." After taking out a banknote and throwing it into the driver's arms, Mr. Chu looked at the flowers in his hand and thought proudly: In fact, the beating last night was too much.
It was not in vain, at least I saved tens of thousands of dollars on flowers and luggage bags...
The driver took the banknote in his hand and took a look at it. After confirming that it was not a counterfeit banknote, he said, "Hey, buddy, let me tell you, I think you are late going to No. 9 Prison now, and you may not be able to get in by then."
"What time is it now?" Chu Yang only knew that he had to get to the gate of Prison No. 9 before nine o'clock in the morning.
"It's five minutes to ten o'clock." The driver glanced at the time and took the banknote: "Where else are you going?"
Chu Yang didn't hesitate at all: "Go, of course I have to go."
"Okay, sit tight then, I promise to arrive within half an hour. Oh, by the way, if you can't go in, I can take you back for free." This taxi driver has probably been to China before.
Jinghua, otherwise I would never be able to talk like this.
Chu Yang waved his hand impatiently: "Okay, okay, I understand, you'd better hurry up and do it. Do you want to compare the ink marks? Come on, if you can get there as quickly as possible, these are all yours.
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After saying that, Chu Yang took out a stack of banknotes and threw them on the dashboard.
As the saying goes, there must be brave men under heavy rewards. Under Chu Yang's constant urging to increase fares, the taxi ran four red lights in succession and completed the hour-long journey in less than forty minutes.
Arrive at the gate of Tbilisi Prison No. 9.
After pressing the brakes with a squeak, the taxi driver looked like he had run for forty minutes. His face was covered in sweat. He was about to say to Chu Yang, "Dude, you are not running too slowly, are you? There was no car accident on the road."
This proves that our skills are not bad, right?" When asked, the guy was so stingy that he opened the door and got out of the car without saying a word of praise. This also made the driver secretly curse in his heart: The Japanese devils are so cold-blooded without even a hint of humanity.
None, grass!
Prison No. 9, whose full name is Tbilisi Prison No. 9 in Georgia, is much older than the World War II prison in Vietnam.
It is said that it was built in the time of Peter the Great and has a history of nearly 500 years.
If Prison No. 9 was not a prison, its ancient castle-like architectural style would be enough to attract a large number of tourists every year. I believe it would create much more profits than if it were a prison. However, the authorities decided to do so more than ten years ago.
It has this meaning, but I don't know why but it can never be implemented. It is still 'occupied' by some prisoners until now.
Chu Yang stood on the roadside and looked up at the prison, which covered an area of about five or six square kilometers: the stone walls were five meters high, and there were watchtowers more than ten meters high around the prison.
The window above can completely overlook any movement within 20 kilometers. If a prisoner wants to escape, he must at least take a helicopter or get into the sewer. Otherwise, it is impossible to escape the shooting on the watchtower, because the prison
Within a radius of twenty kilometers, except for the Tbilisi Grand Canyon behind, there are no buildings or dense jungles.
After a cursory observation of the surrounding terrain, Chu Yang walked quickly to the two iron gates of Prison No. 9, holding a white rose in his left hand and a black luggage bag in his right hand.
Before Chu Yang could raise his foot to kick the door, a small door appeared on the left side of the iron door, and a prison guard in police uniform walked out of it.
"Hey, buddy, I believe you should know these two things, right?" Chu Yang took a step back, raised the thing in his hand and shook it: "I am Pulitzer, the coach of the Vietnamese player Galama. I was supposed to be there this morning.
I came here at nine o'clock, but because there was a car accident on the road, there were many police..."
It was as if the Georgian police were specially cooperating with Chu Yang's lies. Before he could finish these words, a shrill siren sounded from the direction he came from. The taxi driver, who knew he would be detained for running a red light, hurriedly started driving.
The car ran away into the distance like lightning.
The prison guard with a big beard glanced into the distance, then looked at Chu Yang, then shook his head: "Come in."
"Thank you." Chu Yang thanked him and stepped into the small door.
Because he had served in a World War II prison, Chu Yang knew that outsiders were subject to inspection when entering the prison, so after entering the small door, he put his black luggage bag on the ground and raised his hands with roses.
, preparing to undergo a physical examination by prison guards.
But what surprised Chu Yang was that several prison guards standing behind the door shook their heads at the same time after seeing him make this action. One of the prison guards, who looked like a small boss, pointed to a gate far ahead.
Said: "No need to search, you can just go over there."
No man likes to be searched, and Chu Yang is no exception, and he will not be so mean as to beg others to search him. Of course, if the other party is a beautiful girl, he can consider doing so.
The friendly attitude of the guards at No. 9 Prison made Chu Yang somewhat puzzled. Until he walked far away, he was still thinking: Are these guys gay?
If Chu Yang walked a little slower, maybe he would be able to understand why the prison guards did not make it difficult for him, because the little leader was saying to several of his men at this time: "I heard from Warden Bolabov that this kid
He actually got the favor of the great King Zeus, who strictly ordered none of us to embarrass him. I really don’t understand how, apart from being pretty pleasing to the eye, with his small stature, he can still...hehe."
When there is nothing left to say but people are baffled, everything is in the hey.
After walking through the wide grassland, Chu Yang came to the inner defense gate of Prison No. 9.
This is the inner floor of Prison No. 9. The wall is only about two meters high at most. As far as the eye can see, there are two watchtowers several meters higher than the wall. They are wearing camouflage uniforms and carrying AK-47s slung across their shoulders.
The prison guard was watching Chu Yang holding the flowers from above.
Just as Chu Yang had just walked to the two iron doors outside, before he could make any move to open the door, the iron door on the left opened. A prison guard looked him up and down and took a step back.
, pointing to the castle: "You're late, the game has already started."