Outside the customs at the Capital International Airport in the early morning, Lin Xi looked at Shisan, who had put on a beige windbreaker, clean trousers and a shirt, as if she was a lover. And she was dressed in a princess dress and looked far better than the heroine in the Korean drama.
It’s even more beautiful when you go up, attracting the attention of the surrounding people to focus on it.
"Little fool, don't worry about me. I'm just on a business trip for a few days and I'll be back. There's no danger. Just wait for me at home." Thirteen gently stroked Li Linxi's face.
"I know I shouldn't worry, but when I saw you putting 8 boxes of condoms in your suitcase yesterday, I couldn't help but worry about whether you could use them and come back alive. In order to prevent you from becoming the number one in the Underworld Bureau.
He was the butt of the joke and died of having sex with women on a business trip.
I also used needles to pierce all your condoms overnight. If you want to be a father, then use it." Lin Xi enjoyed the comfort of Thirteen like a kitten, but at this moment Thirteen was completely petrified.
"How could you do this? Those are high-end goods, and 8 boxes cost 1,000 yuan!" Thirteen almost cried, which shows how deeply they love each other.
"It doesn't matter, I put a roll of plastic wrap and rubber bands in your luggage. If you really can't find a substitute, just use them." Lin Xi held the hand that was caressing her cheek tightly in Thirteen's hand.
In my heart, "I also want to tell you that according to incomplete statistics, the physiological inner diameter of legal women is twice that of oriental men. I have seen your penis and it should be 2.5 times that of yours. I advise you not to embarrass the Chinese people outside."
Come on, go and come back honestly after the work is done, do you hear me?" Lin Xiru's wife warned her lover.
"You really love me, thank you for your eight generations of ancestors. Let's go!" Thirteen took his hand out of Lin Xi's and turned around to enter the gate.
"Hey, big pervert!" Lin Xi suddenly shouted.
"What are you doing?" Thirteen turned around and realized that he had been hit. Several girls who were abroad covered their mouths and laughed, and deliberately moved further away from him.
"If you have time, help me buy a bottle of perfume from this location, this is it." Lin Xi took an empty blue perfume bottle and shook it.
"The one in the blue bottle tastes good? Why do you have to buy it in France? Didn't our Daha Pharmaceutical Factory No. 6 produce a lot of it?" Thirteen is the most unscrupulous person who worships foreigners, and the other is that he has no money.
"Don't give me useless things. What's wrong with me? I just like to use this kind of thing? Why don't you just go shopping and buy it for me? Why are you talking so much nonsense? This is from a small store, not a big brand.
It’s cheaper than your eight boxes of condoms.” Lin Xi was born with a light body fragrance, and it didn’t really matter whether he used perfume or not, it was just that Shisan remembered himself when he left.
"Okay, I will buy it for you when I have time. You should be good at home and stop wandering around recently. Learn how to use the strengthening talisman that Dao Laogou left for you. For an investigator, practice is more important than
Hunting is more important. Let's go!" Thirteen said and turned around and entered the gate. In fact, what Thirteen wanted to express was that he did not want Lin Xi to go on a ghost-catching mission alone, because then Thirteen would not be able to protect her.
Two stubborn donkeys fell in love, but the result was more than ambiguous, but not enough to have sex.
Thirteen is full of expectations for this trip. France, what a wasteful country, is different from developing countries like Brazil. As the most important country in Europe, France is full of the atmosphere of capitalism and represents developed countries.
The country's shameless way of having fun is a poison that corrupts the hearts of revolutionary fighters. Thirteen is going to see if they can defeat their own determined hearts and make the striptease more intense!
As the saying goes, "If you die before you leave the battle, the hero will suffer from urinary incontinence." As a trip that clearly required public funds, Thirteen had an uncomfortable start. Not to mention that the first class seat was not what he had imagined.
When three people are sitting together, Thirteen is sitting next to him. On the left and right are a couple. The husband is 0 and the wife is 180. It's not their IQ but their weight.
These two guys piled all the belly fat on Thirteen's armrest, squeezing Thirteen until it was as thin as a ham in a hamburger, making it clear that it was either the young lady changing the boarding pass who was playing with them, or the couple.
Deliberately trying to mess with him.
During the entire plane trip, which lasted more than ten hours, Shisan had to summon up his inner strength to ensure that he would not be squeezed in and vomit blood and die.
What Shisan didn't expect was that just 30 minutes earlier, a flight from Wuhan to Paris landed on the runway of Charles de Gaulle International Airport. This airport was named by the famous French general as the first airport in Europe.
The daily passenger throughput of the second largest transfer platform is astonishingly large, and the passengers coming and going are as busy as a railway station in China.
Wearing casual clothes and a baseball cap, Zanchen walked out of the waiting area with a trolley. This demon who once tortured everyone in the prison was now smiling like an ordinary tourist around him. As he walked to
When he was in front of the customs, the customs carefully compared him with the photo on the shield. The name in the photo was Li Ming, a 70-year-old man. Even a blind person could see the difference between Zanchen and this photo.
The customs had already picked up the phone to call the police, but Zanchen smiled and asked in standard English, "Excuse me, do you have any questions? Can we hurry up a little? There are still people waiting behind.
It’s here.”
"I'm sorry for wasting your time, Mr. Li Ming. Welcome to Paris." The black customs officer smiled and handed the passport back to Zanchen. A marionette's head lowering can not only make others commit suicide, it is very practical.
A skill.
Zanchen used this skill to successfully pass through the Chinese Customs and go abroad even though he was wanted by the Underworld Bureau in all directions.
Just as Zanchen was pushing his luggage out of the gate, a reckless girl bumped into him. This girl was so energetic that Zanchen was knocked to the ground.
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" The girl stood up nervously. She was wearing a white dress and a one-step skirt. She had blond hair and blue eyes, but a petite and cute figure. Seeing Zanchen's black hair and yellow skin, she could actually use fluent words.
He apologized in Chinese and extended his hand to the Zanchen on the ground.
"Young girl, you are so timid. You dare to come and help me when I get into trouble. You know, in China, if I lie down and don't move, you will immediately lose everything, you know?" Zanchen told a Chinese joke and shook the girl's hand again.
stood up.
"I'm sorry, sir. I was in a hurry to pick someone up, so I didn't see it clearly." When the girl apologized, Zanchen's eyes were directed at the notice board prepared by the girl on the ground, which had "Thirteen" written in Chinese.
"Really? What a coincidence, I also have a friend on the next flight, but I don't want to meet him yet, so I'd better prepare a surprise for him." Zanchen smiled and let go of the girl's hand without even having time.
After introduction, he pushed his luggage and walked quickly towards the exit.
The girl was a little surprised by the young man with the mushroom head, but she didn't waste any more time. She picked up the sign and went to the gate, waiting for the arrival of Thirteen.
As soon as Zanchen left the airport, four men in black suits and sunglasses walked up to him and quickly pushed his luggage. It was cold and they even put a windbreaker on his shoulders and opened a parking space for him.
The elongated doors of a Rolls-Royce.
An old man holding a skull scepter is sitting inside, waiting for his arrival...
"You're late, Mr. Zanchen. Punctuality should be an essential attribute for cultivators." The old man with white hair slicked back was wearing a straight silk tuxedo. His skin folds were almost split because of his old age, but he
Still full of energy, he placed his hands on the scepter and sat upright.
"I encountered something interesting and was delayed for a while. Also, Clark, don't talk to me in such an arrogant way. I was invited by you to help, not to work for you. Although we all belong to the World Destruction Association,
But it doesn't mean I won't break your neck." Zanchen took out the fine Bordeaux red wine from the small refrigerator in the car, poured himself a glass, and poured the blood-like liquid into it.
My throat feels like I came here just to taste the delicious food in this world.
"If I have offended you in any way, please forgive me, Mr. Zanchen. It's just that this matter is not trivial, and I am quite nervous. You are a graduate student in the association, and you are a super strong person who dares to challenge the entire underworld bureau.
, it is also our great honor to ask you to help us this time.
Of course, I have promised you that the remuneration is convenient and you will not be disappointed." You must not be able to imagine that this old man named Clark is the chairman of a famous French consortium with a net worth of 3 billion euros. That's it.
The all-powerful man was frightened in front of Zan Chen and had to nod and bow.
"No, I'm not interested in money. I really don't care about beautiful women, jewelry, or magic weapons. I'm just interested in weird things. Thanks to you, I met our lover even though we were so far apart.
Old friend, I will help you for free this time, hehehe." Zanchen's playfulness started to rise again.
At this time, the elongated Rolls-Royce had already left the airport. Looking towards the urban area, there were four bulletproof Mercedes-Benz armors in front and behind, as considerate as guarding the head of state.
Thirteen's flight also landed on the runway of the airport at this time, and finally walked out of the cabin alive from the pinch of two fat men. Thirteen was so happy that he wanted to kiss this solid land. From a pile of consigned goods
Among the luggage, Thirteen took out his own trolley suitcase, which had a red inspection-free symbol on it. This stamp often only appeared on the luggage of important leaders of the country. With this symbol, even if he scanned it, he could always see miniatures inside.
Nuclear bombs must also be released, and the Underworld Bureau is so **.