Strongest Guard

In the CIA conference room, with so many people and Mr. Nixon present, even Pera, who had immediately developed a "favorable impression" of a Chinese beauty, would not have had time to examine her beauty.    

    

As long as he could remember her appearance and know that she was very beautiful …    

    

Now, when the beauty appeared again, Mr. Peila realized that she was actually this beautiful.    

    

There were countless beauties in the world, but she was the only one who possessed such a unique beauty.    

    

Just like Duan Xiangning's moon, Helan Xiaoxin's leg, and Yue Zitong's — — Aunt Yue's other love to brag, how could a man be enchanted by her the first time he saw her?    

    

Forget about her for now.    

    

Just this beauty.    

    

The biggest characteristic of this beauty was her lips.    

    

It was so plump, so red, like a solidified crystal.    

    

When she saw her lips up close, her first thought was to kiss them.    

    

He was already so afraid. For him to have such a reaction even after seeing her, it indirectly proved how attractive a beauty was.    

    

However, when he asked the beautiful woman why she was here, he felt a sharp pain in his chest.    

    

Everything was fine, why did Mr. Peila's chest hurt so much?    

    

It was like being stabbed with a knife.    

    

He was very strange, very surprised. He slowly lowered his head to look, and then he really saw the hilt of a blade.    

    

The hilt of this knife is special.    

    

The special meaning was not that the hilt was made of ten-thousand-year black iron or something similar, but rather its shape.    

    

This bayonet should be especially sharp. The mouth that the guard used to swallow the knife was especially wide. That way, when the knife stabbed into Mr. Peila's body, the blood that spurted out would be blocked by the mouth.    

    

A beautiful lady holding a sabre, however, would not be splashed even the slightest bit.    

    

Not only was the hilt of this blade specially made, the grooves on the blade should also be different from ordinary blades.    

    

Otherwise, Mr. Peila would never believe that the rate at which blood was spurting out from the wound could be so fast.    

    

It was as if the moment he lowered his head to look at the hilt of the saber, more than half of the blood in his body had spurted out.    

    

It took away his strength.    

    

It was extremely difficult for him to raise his pistol as easily as he had just raised it.    

    

"Does it hurt, Mr. Peila?"    

    

When the beautiful woman's slender eyes were bent, they looked like the moon in the dead of winter, and more like the Xiao San of a caring lover: "But don't worry, it won't hurt anymore and it will feel comfortable. It feels like it's flying in the sky. Oh, by the way, do you really want to know who Shen Mingxi is? Let me tell you, just take it as compensation for accidentally stabbing you with a blade. "    

    

Mr. Peila's gun had fallen to the ground.    

    

This thing is too heavy.    

    

It was so heavy that he could not lift it. He had to let it go so that the gravity would take it away. Only then could he raise his hand with great difficulty and touch the wound, hoping to block the blood that was rushing out.    

    

It was clear that what he was doing was in vain.    

    

Mr. Peila's mouth twitched and he finally looked at the beauty again.    

    

The beautiful woman had bright red, crystal-like lips.    

    

Soft words, like a joyful dance, floated out from her sexy red lips: "His surname is indeed Shen. However, it was not South Korea, but the Chinese Beijing Shen Family. His name was Shen Kang. The Shen from Beijing's Shen Family, the one who fought against it, Shen Kang. "    

    

"You, what about you? What's your name? I mean your real name, not the name you used when you were pretending to be a reporter. "    

    

Mr. Peila slowly closed his eyes. When he felt his body start to float up, he actually heard himself asking these questions.    

    

The red-lipped beauty also weakly replied, "Me? My last name is Shen, of course. Originally, this matter was what Shen Family people should do. My name is Shen Qingwu. Shen Jingbin of the Beijing Shen Family, Qingwu's flying figure, Lili. "    

    

Shen Qingwu said with a smile as she watched Mr. Peila kneel down at her feet. He covered his chest with his hands and lowered his head lower and lower.    

    

When Mr. Peila's forehead was about to touch the ground, Shen Qingwu, who was still smiling weakly, suddenly lifted her foot!    

    

She was wearing a red high-heeled dress.    

    

The heel was seven inches long and not much thicker than a cone.    

    

With a loud bang, Shen Qingwu's right foot kicked Mr. Peila's left forehead mercilessly.    

    

There was a dull sound, followed by a crisp sound of a crack.    

    

With a muffled thud, it was the sound of Mr. Peila's head that came with Shen Qingwu's powerful kick.    

    

Kacha! His heel had been broken.    

    

"The quality of these shoes is really terrible."    

    

When the red and white mixed brains flowed out from Mr. Peila's forehead, Shen Qingwu slightly frowned because of the poor quality of the shoes.    

    

Then she raised her right hand and snapped her fingers.    

    

Then, Shen Kang, who was walking over, saw two people running over from a green belt not far away.    

    

In each of their hands was a large paper bag.    

    

When the two of them ran over, Shen Kang realized they were two men.    

    

He was a strong man, but he was dressed in rags, with hair like a chicken's nest, and a stubbly European and American tramp.    

    

"Boss, your clothes."    

    

The vagabond on the left, who was slightly taller, quickly glanced at Shen Qingwu before lowering his head. The paper bag that he was holding became even taller.    

    

"Yes." "Tom, you said that the one who almost broke your leg last year was this dead man?"    

    

Shen Qingwu acknowledged, but didn't go for the paper bag. Instead, she unbuttoned her shirt.    

    

Right now, she was still wearing her reporter's outfit, it was White Shirt s.    

    

"Yes, it's him!"    

    

The vagabond called Tom only glanced at her with wide eyes before gritting his teeth, "If it weren't for his orders, how could I have ended up in the streets, seeking justice from him and nearly getting my legs broken? Boss, thank you for being able to take revenge for me. "    

    

At the end of his speech, Tom saw a white shirt, with a black hood, land on the ground like a cloud.    

    

Watt?    

    

What was going on?    

    

Not only were the two people looking down at the corpse stunned, even Shen Kang was stunned. He quickly turned around and smiled bitterly: "Aunt, this is a clear world. There were also many cars passing by. What made me even more speechless was that you were still guarding me and your two subordinates. To take off one's clothes without any warning, that's not right. It's a change of clothes. That doesn't seem to make any sense at all. "    

    

Shen Qingwu, who had changed clothes on the street, didn't respond at all.    

    

Gudong.    

    

She heard someone swallow.    

    

She didn't need to look to know that the sound of swallowing was coming from the Tom duo peeking at her from the corner of their eyes.    

    

But she didn't care.    

    

As the boss, occasionally giving them benefits was necessary.    

    

The smart boss knew what to do in order to let his underlings see some unrealistic hope, and then he advanced towards this dream like balloon, willing to go through fire and water for her without any hesitation.    

    

Not to mention, being stared at by this little brother was not like being looked at by him, much less losing a piece of flesh.    

    

Furthermore, a peerless beauty like Shen Qingwu, not letting others see her, alas, this was definitely the biggest waste of resources.    

    

Not only did she not lose anything, she had even reaped the saliva of the men and looked at them with a fervent and crazy gaze. She gave them a dreamy balloon that was willing to go through fire and water for her, and it could really be said that she had done many good things.    

    

Shen Qingwu despised those who didn't know how to use their advantages to get the most benefits.    

    

Just as she was particularly unhappy with Shen Kang's "accusation", when her eyebrows wrinkled again, she swung her right hand: "Little Wei, I found out that you and the rest of the family are all very hypocritical. What's wrong with me changing in the street? This is called being fair and square. Isn't she a hundred times stronger than those hypocritical women who dressed up to the point of bewitching the entire world to death yet called a hooligan when they were assaulted by a man? "    

    

After hearing Shen Qingwu's words, even though Shen Kang knew that his aunt might be the most free and easy woman in the world, with her back facing him, he could only stare blankly and not know what was right.    

    

"So, I would never be that kind of hypocritical woman who wants to set up a memorial archway even though she's a bitch."    

    

Shen Qingwu said as she took out the clothes from the paper bag Tom was holding in both hands.    

    

The paper bag Tom held in both hands was silvery and patterned — just looking at the paper bag was enough to determine its price, at least thirty dollars or more.    

    

To be able to use such a precious paper bag to store clothes, many people would think it was a waste if it wasn't worth thousands or even tens of thousands of dollars.    

    

What was the value of a tramp's clothes?    

    

Not to mention its value, even if it was in a trash can, other than the fact that it would attract the attention of a beggar, no one would give it a second glance.    

    

However, the clothes Shen Qingwu took out from the expensive paper bag were only worn by homeless people.    

    

Not only was it shabby, it was also covered with grease and filth.    

    

From the corner of his eye, Tom peeked at Shen Qingwu as she was dressing. He really wanted to smash this prodigal girl to death with a brick.    

    

Shen Qingwu's family was her own.    

    

Shouldn't such a good body and clothes be woven from the clouds?    

    

It seemed that only the colorful clothes woven from clouds could match Shen Qingwu's delicate body.    

    

However, this prodigal woman was wearing a beggar's outfit that seemed to be even worse than Tom's.    

    

Not only that, but when she was dressed, she ruffled her hair, spat on her palm, wiped it on the dusty guardrail of the sidewalk, and smeared it on her face — sinful, sinful, alive.    

    

I really want to smash you to death with a brick!    

    

When the corner of Tom's eyes jumped, he saw Shen Qingwu stretch her body, raise her chin and sigh contentedly towards the sky, "Sigh, it's still so comfortable to wear these clothes. "Tom, you guys go first, I still need to chat with my nephew."    

    

Upon hearing her voice, Tom, who only wanted to look for bricks everywhere, was startled. He immediately recovered from his anger and realized that his boss was actually very scary.    

    

Mr. Peila's corpse hadn't completely cooled down yet.    

    

If Tom were to be found out that he was dissatisfied with her, the consequences would be unthinkable.    

    

After Tom had walked a long way, he raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat off his forehead and asked softly, "Frass, what's the name of our boss's gang?"    

    

"Fructus."    

    

"In English, Fructus means the home of the homeless."