There was a jingle of bells in the stairwell, and accompanied by the sound of high heels, a dim light finally shone in the dark corridor.

In the meager moonlight, a man and a woman were entangled in full swing.

The key was finally aligned with the door lock, and then there was a "pop" sound, and the light in the living room was turned on. The woman with crooked arms was swinging her high heels vigorously, but SC Johnson had already been pierced by the light in the eyes. He frowned and reached out to push it away.

The warm and fragrant nephrite in my arms.

"Sonny?" The woman raised her eyes in surprise, with a hint of moisture at the corners of her lips.

"That's it for today. I won't send you off." Johnson straightened his wrinkled shirt, put on his slippers and walked into the house.

The graceful beauty immediately lowered her face, her white lips trembling with inexplicable anger, and asked angrily: "What about tomorrow?"

"I have something to do tomorrow," Johnson stopped in the middle of the living room, turned around and smiled at the angry beauty, "There is no need to contact her in the future."

There was a "bang" and the door was slammed hard. Johnson calmed down and shook his head mockingly. He had just returned to China and he was so drunk. If his parents and grandfather were alive in heaven, they would definitely curse him to death.

Mine.

Johnson, male, 23 years old, his parents died young, and his only relative, his grandfather, died of illness five years ago. Then Johnson disappeared in Yanjing City...

Lighting a cigarette and watching the light blue-gray smoke drifting in the air like elves, Johnson's thoughts returned to the past...

Smoke filled the air, and a civil war broke out in Sierra Leone. Johnson and five members of Brothers Fire and the organization were armed with improved m134 Gatling machine guns. They were surrounded by the anti-government armed forces Sankoh's "Revolutionary United Front" in a valley. Johnson was holding a

The military assassin, under the cover of his brothers, sneaked into the enemy's rear in a roundabout way, detonated the enemy's arsenal, killed the opponent's instructor, and successfully took hostages...

Gunfire continued, and the peacekeeping force's P-530 fighter jets rushed through a sea of ​​​​fire. Civil wars broke out between Uganda and Rwanda. With the cooperation of female instructor Mamba, SC Johnson successfully entered the opponent's special operations group base, deciphered the code, and mastered the core secrets.

…

The war in Afghanistan, the war in Iraq, the conflict in Baghdad, the war in Aksura, the civil war in Sri Lanka, the war in Chechnya, the civil strife in Somalia... wars in almost every corner of the world will have the shadow of a yellow-skinned and black-haired Asian young man...

The past has passed. Everything has passed. Johnson is a little sad. The organization was disbanded a year ago. Like many war members, Johnson chose the ancient profession of killer. North America, the Middle East, and Southeast Asia are no longer at peace...

If there is human civilization, there should be killers. Lying on the sofa in Ginza underground in Japan, crossing his long and powerful legs, Johnson closed his eyes lazily...

On that night, Yuichi Watanabe, the leader of the Japanese trio, was assassinated. There were no obvious wounds on his body, but his throat was pierced by a sharp weapon. The dead man's eyes were wide-eyed. According to the police, Watanabe died in fear...

…

There is a traffic problem in Yanjing. Johnson drives his newly purchased Buick slowly in the crowded traffic. The killer's business is getting harder and harder. Johnson knows that the times are progressing, society is developing, and a harmonious society has been established.

arrival, not to mention the bad guys are slowly being cleared...

Everything is changing, and some things need to be changed. If I don’t do it, I will have to bleach it...

SC Johnson looked helpless!

There was another red light ahead, three red lights in less than ten minutes. This was not life. Johnson's thoughts returned to the North African battlefield. He was driving a Land Rover, holding an M134 Gatling in his hand, and was recklessly amidst the hail of bullets.

gallop……

There was a "boom" and his body suddenly swayed forward. Thanks to the seat belt, he was not injured.

Johnson's heart skipped a beat and he thought to himself: "No way, this is a Buick I just bought. Is it so unlucky that it got hit on the first day it was driven out?"

He hurriedly got out of the car and walked around to the back of the car. He frowned and saw that the rear body of the silver-white Buick was dented.

SC Johnson felt unlucky. It had been less than a week since he arrived in Yanjing City from Paris, and he had just bought the Buick the day before. He wanted to drive it out today to find a decent job, but he was hit like this.

Just as he was holding back his anger, the owner of the Mercedes-Benz that hit his car also got out of the car and scolded him: "Can you drive?"

SC Johnson looked up and saw that the owner of the car was a stunning beauty. She was about eighteen or nineteen years old. She wore bright yellow slim-legged cropped trousers, a Korean-style lace short-sleeved T-shirt, delicate short hair, and white and tender skin that could be broken by blows. She was perfect.

There was a hint of anger on her flawless pretty face, and her almond-shaped eyes stared straight at Johnson, looking spoiled and pretty.

"My butt is pretty perky. It would be perfect if my breasts were bigger, but my temper is too bad. If you want to be my girlfriend, you need to change it." Johnson was attracted to the girl and stared at the girl with evil eyes.

"What are you looking at, you pervert?" The girl's face was full of disdain.

It's just that SC Johnson was furious because it was clearly her who hit his car. Not only did she falsely accuse herself of hitting the car, she also called herself a pervert.

"Miss, please see clearly. My car was parked here and it didn't move. It was you who bumped into my car. Don't think that just because you are beautiful, you can frame me casually. Let me tell you, I am a very determined man, absolutely.

I won’t be tempted by your beauty.”

No man had ever said such a thing to Zhang Lin. Upon hearing this, Zhang Lin burst into anger and said angrily: "You said I am a young lady."

"No, I'm just calling you. Of course, if you are willing to accept this title, I don't mind being your guest. Miss, how much does it cost for one night?" Johnson deliberately squinted his eyes and glanced at Zhang Lin's bust.

chest.

Zhang Lin's face was red and blue, her pink fists were clenched tightly, and her chest was rising and falling.

"You stinky gangster, just wait, I'm going to call the police and arrest you." Zhang Lin turned around and planned to go back to the car to get her cell phone to call the police.

At this moment, a police car came towards me. The police car pulled over and a beautiful policewoman jumped out of the police car.

When Zhang Lin saw this policewoman, her face was full of excitement. This policewoman happened to be her good friend Su Ming. When she saw her coming, Zhang Lin felt like she had the backbone and coldly snorted: "Stinky hooligan."

, let’s wait and see.”

"Damn, this policewoman has a good figure, especially those long legs."

Johnson secretly looked at the policewoman, and saw that the policewoman had loose hair, fair skin, and a white T-shirt on her upper body. Her pair of proud breasts raised two peaks on her chest.

The lower body is a pair of tight jeans, which tightly wraps the round buttocks. The two slender thighs show a graceful streamline shape.
Chapter completed!