Strongest Guard

Noticing that something was wrong with Miller's eyes, Smith's face darkened, and she stretched her right hand towards her waist.    

Miller's reaction was not slow either. He grabbed his windbreaker with his left hand and reached in with his right hand. When he grabbed the handle of the gun, he had already opened the safety catch. I urge you, just to see my account earlier, there can be four million lovely. After all, I've never seen so much money in my life. "    

"Me too. So, when I already have so much money, I would never do anything stupid. "    

Smith's brows twitched a few times as she retracted her right hand that was reaching to her waist.    

"That's wise."    

The protrusion of Miller's windbreaker had disappeared as well, and his smile had become sincere.    

"Come on, come on, let's find a bar and have a good drink."    

Smith chuckled, leading the way with quick steps towards the yard's entrance.    

This was a private hospital.    

Who would have thought that every month, there would be at least several hundred girls who were kidnapped and sold, just like Min Rou, who disguised herself as a patient, brought over by an ambulance, and then taken away by a different financial backer. When a "pet" was raised and became tired of playing with it, it would be sold, or even completely vaporized from the mortal world?    

If there was a hell on earth, this private hospital called Convia was hell.    

Compared to those potential customers, Smith and the rest, including Hamm, were at most nothing more than dog-legs that earned a bit of money.    

It was because of the existence of these people that Hamm and the others had business to do.    

The two of them, who were on guard against each other, quickly walked out of the entrance of the Kang Weiya Hospital. They looked around under the dim yellow street light, turned around and walked quickly towards the east.    

"I suddenly thought of something that I urgently need to do. I'm sorry, Smith, but I can't go to the bar with you. "    

When they reached a large tree, Miller stopped.    

What's the matter with him?    

He just wanted to get his four million as soon as possible.    

Smith knew it very well. She cursed at the country bumpkin who had never seen the world. She nodded and leaned on the tree. She took out her phone and began to transfer the funds.    

He wasn't worried that Miller would harm him.    

The password for the mobile bank transfer existed in his mind.    

If Miller killed him, he wouldn't get another penny!    

Similarly, after Miller received the four million, there was no need to plot against him.    

Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to get even a single cent of his 4 million USD. Smith sneered in her heart as her fingers quickly entered the password.    

The transfer speed was very fast.    

At most a few seconds later, a text message arrived on Miller's phone.    

The 4 million on his account was a long string of zeros.    

It seemed to be such a joyous occasion.    

Suppressing the joy in his heart, Miller counted carefully three times. After confirming that it was four million dollars instead of four hundred thousand dollars, he turned off the phone, raised his head to say something, and the smile froze on his face.    

While he was repeatedly checking the balance in his account, a dozen policemen appeared out of nowhere and surrounded them, pointing their guns at them.    

Smith had already raised her hands, leaning against the tree with the back of her bald head.    

Even though he was a Superman, he could not resist the dozens of guns. He could only obediently surrender.    

Smith wanted to cry when she thought of how he and Miller would go all out to get rid of their other accomplices in order to swallow the eight million yuan. Yet, they were still unable to achieve their long-cherished wish.    

No matter how bitter the two of them were, at least a few of them jumped on top of each other. After quickly pushing them down onto the ground, they quickly handcuffed the two of them and taped them to their mouths so that they couldn't make a sound, then put a black cloth bag on their heads.    

Only two people were carrying one of them as they quickly walked towards an alley that was parked not too far away from them.    

In an alleyway, Mr. Beckham, the Chief of the London Police Department, was accompanying a lady and talking in a low voice.    

No matter where he went, the Chief Officer of the London Police Department would be considered a top figure.    

But in front of this lady, who wore a black hat, black windbreaker, black gloves, black high-waisted riding boots, and a little white flower on her chest, there was a smile that was close to fawning on him.    

There were three reasons that could make Chief Beckham do this.    

The first reason was naturally because this girl was quite a beauty.    

In front of a beautiful woman, a true gentleman should act as a gentleman should.    

Secondly, when British Island's Defense Minister arranged for him to accompany the lady, he had repeatedly instructed her that she was the fiancée of a hero whom all members of the royal family respected and missed for saving Lord Fei and the other two hundred hostages in times of crisis.    

No matter how arrogant Chief Beckham was, could he be any bigger than the royal family?    

Thirdly, because of the girl's identity.    

The Defense Minister had made it very clear that even though the beauty Yue Zitong was young, she was the head of some super family in Huaxia.    

If it was in the country, people's first reaction when they heard that Yue Zitong was actually the head of a certain super family would be like this, "What the f * * k? Why is she so young and so pretty, why is she the head of a big family? "In my opinion, obediently obey me and come to my house to be my head of household. That's pretty reliable."    

But in Europe and America, it's not surprising that girls are a part of a family in their early twenties.    

She was a girl in her twenties. Even if she was only in her teens, as long as she was the first-in-line successor, she would automatically become the new Patriarch after the previous Patriarch died.    

But the patriarch of China and the patriarch of Europe and the United States were very different.    

The authority of the American and European Patriarchs was limited to their families.    

However, the Chinese family head's power was often closely linked to the country's power.    

To put it bluntly, offending the head of a super family in China was equivalent to offending China!    

Even if Beckham had the guts, he wouldn't dare to offend Hua Xia.    

How could he not treat Yue Zitong well?    

"Miss Yue, shouldn't we act now?"    

When his men walked over with Smith and the other girl, Beckham didn't bother to maintain his gentleman manner in front of the beauties. He kicked them over a dozen times before he finally shook his head with a refreshed expression.    

"Wait."    

Yue Zitong didn't answer his question, but looked at Smith and her companion, who were about to be dragged away.    

Alas, these two scumbags were guilty.    

Although he couldn't see Yue Zitong's face, which was covered by the shadow of her hat, he could guess from her cold voice that she was going to do something.    

She did not want to let them off so easily.    

If it weren't for these people, how could Min Rou have been kidnapped?    

If it weren't for these people, how could she have become the little widow of Water Spirit?    

Yue Zitong hated these traffickers to death.    

Now that the two of them had been caught, Smith was prepared to release her grief in front of the police, in a crude manner that did not conform to her status as a lady.    

European and American countries are particularly concerned with human rights.    

Even a heinous criminal had the right to do so.    

So it was illegal for Yue Zitong to beat up Liu and Li in front of the police-- But Beckham decided to pretend that he didn't see this. He just waved to the few men who were waiting for his orders and went to the side to smoke.    

Pharaoh was a human being.    

Seeing that her country's citizens were the culprits that had led her to become a small widow, it was normal for her to vent her selfish desires.    

The policemen who were holding Smith and her brother all understood their boss's intention. They looked at each other and let them go.    

Smith and the other girl had a black bag over their head, they had no idea what was going on.    

Everything was fine, why did he let them go?    

Could it be that the police decided to give them another chance to turn over a new leaf for the sake of heaven's good fortune and let them go?    

If that was the case, then they should have opened their handcuffs as well.    

How stupid was his appearance, standing on the ground, handcuffed?    

Just as the two of them were dumbstruck and didn't know what to do, Yue Zitong, who was coldly looking at them, slowly lifted her right hand, which was covered in black gloves, and waved it.    

Qi Yue, who was standing behind her, immediately took a step forward and lowered her head, listening to her commands.    

Commissioner Beckham, who was smoking, looked over.    

Yue Zitong, whose entire face was covered by the shadow of her hat, seemed to have her lips parted.    

Beckham didn't think too much about it.    

He didn't know how to talk, so he couldn't tell that Yue Zitong had whispered to Qi Yue, "Kill."    

Qi Yue nodded and slowly walked over to Smith and Han Ying.    

Just like a fat pig who had not stepped out of the fence yet, when the butcher approached, he would feel a terrifying aura and begin to feel uneasy. Smith and the others, who had black bags wrapped around their heads, also felt this intense uneasiness.    

They just had their hands cuffed behind their backs, and their feet were unbound, so they could walk if they wanted to, like the stars in the sky or the stars in the sky.    

That terrifying aura caused them to feel an intense uneasiness, and they instinctively lifted their feet to flee.    

Smith was heading north, and Miller was heading south.    

Smith ran towards the north and passed by Qi Yue.    

When Qi Yue was two meters away from them, she stopped, as if she was a statue in the darkness.    

Not moving.    

But here!    

Smith brushed past her shoulder and ran for about a meter when her left shoulder suddenly sank down. With a twist of her waist, her right leg, which was wearing ordinary black sneakers, kicked out like lightning!    

Ka-cha.    

Qi Yue kicked sideways, accurately hitting Smith's left cheek.    

It made a bone breaking sound that even Beckham, who was about ten meters away, could hear clearly.    

After that, he and his group of more than ten subordinates witnessed Smith continue to run with her own eyes — her head hanging down on her chest like a headless ghost.    

Her kick had actually broken Smith's neck.    

A person without a head, yet was still running forward. Just thinking about it would be terrifying, not to mention seeing it with their own eyes.    

Beckham and the others were also people who had seen the world.    

His hands were more or less stained with the blood of a few men.    

However, they had never seen someone use such a tyrannical method to kill someone!    

Terrified.    

A wave of cold air came from the soles of Beckham and the rest's feet. It quickly spread all over their body as they stared at Smith's broken neck. After running a few meters further, they fell to the ground with a thud.    

Yue Zitong's bodyguard had actually killed a criminal suspect in front of us in such a domineering and cruel manner?    

When this question arose from the bottom of Beckham's heart, before he could confirm it, another terrifying fracture sound came from not far away on the right side.    

It was all out of instinct. Beckham and the rest looked over.    

He saw Yue Zitong's bodyguard straighten her back and stand up from where she was lying on the ground, on the chest of Miller.