Vampire buns are necessities, and there are plenty of them in the Wayne Hotel, but it’s a bit awkward for a gentleman to buy them. Book mí group 4∴⑧0㈥５ Xu Qing secretly complained that Huang Pulan, a transnational relative, came at the wrong time.
, but this thing cannot be replaced by toilet paper. This glorious and arduous task was assigned to the dog-headed military advisor Liu Zhao. The reason is very simple. This guy has a thick skin.
After the meal, what was packed was not the leftover food, but a large bag of cotton vampire buns that could be used as pillows. It was probably the only one served since the opening of the Wayne Hotel. I don’t know if anyone has come here before. It has never been done before.
It's for sure.
Liu Zhao just received a fatal order from General Chaku Moben, asking him to lead people to guard the door of Xu Gambling King's room 24 hours a day. During the Gambling King Competition, he must not make any mistakes, otherwise he will be taken off.
, including his group of big white guys and little black guys in South Africa. This guy finally woke up suddenly, his crotch soaked with cold sweat, and he could tell with his toes whether it was a short day of fun or a long day.
Xu Qing was carrying a suitcase in his left hand and a bag of American vampire bread in his right hand. Behind him was a black bodyguard who was laying on the floor a few doors down. He walked to the door of the room. Liu Zhao diligently stepped forward and pressed the doorbell.
The mén opened with a snap, and He Shang with a bitter look on his face poked his head out. Xu Qing noticed that this guy's left ear was obviously two circles larger than his right ear, and it was also very red.
A lot of harsh reprimands.
"Boss, I've been waiting for you." He Shang looked at Xu Qing resentfully, looking exactly like Sister Ruhua who had suffered endless grievances.
Xu Qing hummed, walked into the room pretending to be nonchalant, threw the money box in his hand to He Shang, and said in a deep voice: "Thank you for your hard work, leave the two knives and the rest to play with!"
After making a lot of money, you can't lose your brothers who are suffering. Keep two dollars in cash for emergencies.
He Shang took the heavy suitcase and his face immediately turned from gloomy to clear. He quickly opened the lid and stuffed two knives into Xu Qing's arms. He opened the door and left as if he was running away. With this box of dollar bills, who cares about the little vampire?
As for the bread, please enjoy it first to make up for it.
Huang Pulan was pretending to be playing on the computer in the room. She changed into a brown leather hunting suit, her bobbed hair was casually tied into a ponytail and hung down behind her head. The bumpy profile made people's hearts wander a little, just because of the two dragons' tuǐ.
It's a bit tight, but no wonder, women are anemic, upset, and angry at this time, so they need to prevent their domineering energy from leaking out.
Xu Qing carried the bag of pillows and walked to the desk, put the things on the desk, and whispered: "American Panpan buns, just make do with it!"
Huang Pulan frowned, took the plastic bag, opened it and took a look. His face turned red as if he had been slapped by dozens of mouths in an instant. Looking at the big bag of bread, he didn't know what to say for a while, and he opened his mouth and said
: "Why did you buy so much..."
Xu Qing was almost choked. This thing was all done by Liu Zhao. He was just eating ready-made food. Suddenly, an evil light flashed in his mind and he replied blankly: "I'm afraid that your quantity will not be enough."
When Huang Pulan heard this, he almost stuck his head on the screen. He grabbed the bag of American bread and ran away to the bathroom. He suddenly threw a word that is commonly used by women to curse men: "Rogue!"
Xu Qing frowned and went into the room to sort out a change of clothes. When he came out, he found Huang Pulan sitting next to the computer again, but his sitting posture was much more relaxed. This was undoubtedly the result of Xiaobian.
After going into the bathroom to freshen up, Xu Qing began to go back to his room to seriously study the information on the World Gambling King Competition. Although it felt a bit like sharpening his skills before the battle, with the eyes of perspective, everything was no problem.
A blue and white helicopter was flying eastward over the Pacific Ocean. Everything seemed to be going extremely smoothly. In the cabin, a man with a dark red scar between his eyebrows was gently scratching an old triangular metal plate with his fingertips.
There was also a middle-aged white man with blond hair, blue eyes and a serious face sitting next to him.
"Sean, are you really prepared to hand over this God's Triangle to someone from the Chinese Martial Arts?" The blond man looked at the fluffy clouds outside the window, and asked calmly, his voice was very low, and he could still hear what he said if he didn't pay attention.
I thought he was talking to himself.
Scarface's fingers were still touching that crazy metal plate. He had been looking through it for a long time and still couldn't find the secret. It was said that this thing was a super weapon that could change the world. However, he still couldn't find the secret.
Didn't find anything special.
Sean is the executive president of the Fergos Group, the largest multinational trading group in South America. He is also one of the long-term lurkers of the Chinese Wuhun in the United States. Shakken beside him is his best friend and assistant. The two of them
They are close friends who played in the mud together when they were children and chased girls together when they grew up. Of course, they are also the best partners in career.
The escort of the Triangle of God this time was based on Sean's special identity on the surface. His mission was to use an S-manned aircraft to deliver things to a cruise ship in the Pacific. Naturally, someone would deliver the things a second time, and eventually they would
Sent to Wuhun base in a short time.
Sean was just curious about the God's Triangle, but his good friend's words made him feel wary. He deliberately smiled and said: "This is what the Chinese martial arts got. If you don't give it to them, how can you give it back?"
Do you want to support the US government?"
There was no expression on Shaq's face, as if the floating clouds outside the window were what attracted him the most. It was an extremely monotonous scene.
"You can consider handing it over to a third-party country, such as Russia. In addition to gaining absolute monetary status, you can also get what you want most."
Sean raised his eyebrows and put the God Triangle into the suitcase beside him, but his hand never came out of the suitcase: "Shaq, do you remember the Russian we met when we were in high school together?
?”
Shakken suddenly turned his head, looked directly into Sean's pupils with a pair of green eyes, slowly raised the corners of his mouth, and whispered: "I was discovered by you, clever Sean, in fact, the Russian I met that day
That's me, poor Shaq has already seen God."
A relieved smile appeared on Sean's face and he said: "If I guess correctly, you should be a member of the Siberian Star, right?" He reached into the box and took out a pistol from the mezzanine, the bullets were already loaded.
, just pull the trigger and you can solve the immediate trouble.
Shakken suddenly laughed and said: "Dear Sean, are you sure that the pistol hidden in the suitcase has bullets?"
Knowing that sooner or later, Shaq would pierce the window paper, he had unknowingly emptied all the bullets from the pistol in the box, and now the gun couldn't fire at all.