The first thousand six hundred and ninety-eight chapters
Jiangcheng is a city with very developed foreign trade. It is common to see a few foreigners here. Even toothless old men and women can slip in and say "English". There are many foreigners who come with it.
The number of industries has also increased, and there is no shortage of pursuers when there is a market and interests.
There are several foreign-owned hotels in Jiangchengguang. The worst one is the Momodan Foreign Hotel in the south of the city. In fact, its full name is Little Onion Hotel, but its shape is not like an onion but like a standing potato. It is commonly known as Momodan Hotel.
, someone with good intentions gave him a more vivid name.
The owner of the Momodan Hotel is said to be Hungarian, and he is probably a hands-off shopkeeper who doesn't care about anything. The sanitary conditions here are dirty and bad, but the business is booming. The three-star sign is what you enjoy in the vegetable market.
People who are familiar with the treatment know that there are three things that attract customers here: breasts, pressure, and plowing.
It is enough for men to find these three points when they come. Lonely foreigners can meet old friends in a foreign country. The accommodation conditions are almost unrecognizable. The consumption here is cheap, but there is a rule that no Chinese guests are accepted. Maybe it is because of this.
, there has never been any anti-pornography incident here, you can completely open up and have fun.
The aroma of wine is not afraid of deep alleys, and there are many girls who are not afraid of no guests. Today, two more guests came to the remote Momodan Hotel. One is tall, one is short, one is fat, and the other is thin. The visual impact is quite strong, and they are the most arrogant.
What's more, they called six girls, all of them Hungarian girls with big breasts and round waists. I really doubt whether these two girls would faint on the big girls' bloated bellies.
The sheets are yellow and white, with irregular brown spots on them. When you reach out and touch them, you can tell that the spots are quite hard. Anyone with experience knows that this is the result of in vitro shooting. You can smell it when you enter the room.
The fishy smell makes people wrinkle their noses. From a certain perspective, this special smell may also make some people more excited.
The fat man had a pigtail on his head, and he was plowing hard with his buttocks behind a lying big girl. Men are cows, women are the land, plowing the fields with cows is a hobby, and this foreign cow is no exception. Some days, it is hard to hold back.
It's terrible. He needs to take a break. There are two big girls lying next to him. They are standard bomb-resistant turrets, always ready to wait for the incoming cannon.
With the roar of the cannon and the roar of the cannon, the fat man with pigtails became a tireless bullfighter, fighting from dusk to dusk until the sky was full of stars. The six energetic girls turned into six piles of white mud, motionless.
No matter how fat and thin he was on his belly, his voice became hoarse, and his lips could only open and tremble mechanically, just like six big white fish out of the water, struggling on the edge of death. It was really risky to make money.
Not easy.
A room with two big beds. One fat and one thin seemed to be competing to see who could last longer. The fat man with pigtails frowned slightly. He had already felt that the big girl under him had changed from a swamp to a sandbar. He turned his head and looked at the girl who was still there.
The tall and thin man plowing the dry land shouted: "Victor, forget about them."
The tall and thin man named Victor chuckled and said: "Liszt, this is your favorite type, play with them for another two hours before giving it to them." As soon as he finished speaking, the big girl under him had already rolled her eyes.
After fainting for two hours, this skinny donkey was going to kill someone!
The fat man shook his head and said: "You take your time and play, I'll give it to you. I have to do something tonight." After saying that, he pushed forward with all his strength, shook his shoulders and trembled for a few seconds before pulling back, reaching out and taking out the bag he had placed aside.
He took out a wad of banknotes from his trouser pocket, divided them into three parts and threw them on the big girl's belly.
"Okay, let's go!" The fat man waved his hand at the woman lying on the bed with disgust, as if he was swatting away flies. There are only four steps in this kind of transaction, negotiate the price, do the work, pay, and get out.
Damn, by the last step I no longer care about my attitude.
Strange to say, the woman who was like mud a second ago suddenly jumped up from the bed as if she had been given a shot of chicken blood. She reached out to pick up the banknotes, put them to her lips, kissed them, and flew away holding their clothes and pants.
They ran out of the door. They really didn't want to stay here any longer. It was really not easy to make this little money today, but fortunately the amount was quite satisfactory.
Seeing that the payment had been completed, the three big girls on the other side of the tall and thin man began to urge him impatiently, and all kinds of obscene words came out at the same time. Some said that he was a toothpick, and some said that he took medicine.
They said he wasn't tough enough, so they actually asked him to end the work early and gave them a wad of money to get out.
Seeing the three women twisting out of the door, the tall and thin man rushed over and closed the door. He checked around as quickly as possible and found a pinhole camera in the corner, which is usually installed in informal hotels like this.
He had already expected that the camera or something would leave evidence. This was the evidence he wanted.
The tall and lanky man turned around and walked to the bed, quickly put on his clothes, put his hands in his trouser pockets and whistled as he walked to the camera. Suddenly he took out something that looked like eye patch and put it on the camera. This thing can be copied.
One hypothesis is that the scene seen from the camera is that both of them have fallen asleep. This can leave evidence of alibi and make things easier.
The fat man reached out and grabbed the braid on the top of his head and pulled it up hard. Poof! The whole face was loosened and he lifted it up. This thing is a hood, which is similar to a human skin mask, but the material is different.
After taking off the hood, the fat man has a completely new face. No excess fat can be seen on his face, and he is still a little handsome.
The fat man twisted his neck, and the joints all over his body made a crisp sound like exploding beans, snap, snap, snap—his body was growing taller rapidly, and his broad body also narrowed accordingly. In less than five minutes, the short fat man became
A handsome guy with blond hair and blue eyes, his body shape and appearance have undergone changes that subvert common sense.
The tall and lanky man seemed unwilling to be outdone. He quickly took off his clothes and threw them at his feet. He raised his head and shouted loudly: "Hey!" The muscles all over his body seemed to burst out suddenly, and his skin suddenly bulged. He transformed from a tuberculosis ghost.
In a blink of an eye, he transformed into a muscular man who is no less than a bodybuilder. This change is even more incredible than getting fat and losing weight!
After completely changing their appearance, the two of them took out the suitcase and opened it on the bed in a tacit understanding. They began to prepare the equipment needed for tonight's operation. The two of them loved using knives. There were two knives on the open side of the suitcase, two knives crossed.
Sheathed knives on display.
The two of them have one thing in common. Neither of them brought any hot weapons. The best weapons in the suitcase are knives, various knives, long knives with sheaths, short knives without sheaths, and claw knives buckled in the palms of their hands.
The finger knives worn on the five fingers... Mr. Ling had dozens of them each. The two people who had completely changed their appearance quickly picked out the most suitable knives from the box and hung them on their waists, chests, ankles, and forearms. In less than a quarter of an hour,
, all the knives were used on them at once, this was going to be a modern version of the fierce knife game!