For a moment, Xiang Wan's figure flashed through Buck's mind. Did the little agent who was once in the downtown Tokyo run alone to the small apartment that could make her feel relaxed?

But now, the soft-soled combat boots, known as scout shoes, silently jumped over the bushes and cement bricks and rushed to the door, and Natasha used her tall body to cover Buck!

Buck took out a pack of powder from his first aid kit and shook it twice and blew it at the access control system. The slight difference between the girl's hand was still stained with warm sweat just now. The keys were different from those buttons: " Room 503, the password keys are 1, 4, 8, 9, and how many times did they drip just now?"

Natasha, holding two pistols in her pocket with her fur short coat in her hands, was alert to the surroundings: "Four sounds! 1984, I think she is about this age."

Buck was still busy and joked: "Oh, it's a little older than me, he's a big sister..." But the access control system clicked and showed the wrong password. Buck laughed at his wife's judgment, but he didn't stop typing other attempts. Generally, this kind of error will be locked after a few times, and it doesn't matter. Entering through the gate is just the most convenient way to leave no trace. Moreover, the girl hasn't arrived in the household in the past few seconds, and even if there is a call from the police there, it doesn't matter.

Fortunately, Buck opened the door in 1948 for the second time, and the baseball cap and pullover on his head flashed in. Buck continued to relax: "Originally, it was safest to keep a watch and go upstairs, but given your distrust of me, I asked to go and go back together."

Natasha kept silent and pointed to the fire stairs next to her. The two gave up and quickly walked upstairs that had just flashed to the fifth floor.

The advantage of long legs is even faster than that of Buck climbing the stairs. One step is five or six steps. Two steps are a step. Buck is playing with Natasha. The girl is holding her energy. The two rushed to the sixth floor before they reacted and ran over, and went downstairs embarrassedly!

It’s right to be careful when doing this kind of thing, but it’s more important to be nervous and relaxed. It’s like Buck was playing PDA in the warehouse by the lake to design. Now the two of them popped out of the fire corridor, and they were just a standard straight walkway apartment on both sides of the apartment, with more than twenty households on the first floor. Natasha pushed Buck: “Go, I’ll keep watch here!”

Buck laughed, leaned over and kissed her, turned around, stood on the side of the door and looked at the door lock in Room 503, confirming that it was not a lock core that he could open. He listened to the sound of English TV on the door to avoid leaving any light and shadow in the crack of the door. He shrugged helplessly at the girl who was protruding from the distance, put on gloves and pulled out a Browning powerful pistol from the back. Perhaps it was Lin Dong who had been deeply impressed by this when he saw that he had used to fight with people on the riverside before, but at this time, it would be better to have a smaller pistol. The palms of Chinese people are still not as big as those of Europeans and Americans.

However, these are all fragments of thought of breaking down emotions. Take a deep breath, retreat and lean against the wall opposite the corridor. The back bounces against the wall. Hold the pistol tightly with both hands and lifts your legs. The left foot steadily and accurately kicks the soles of your feet on the lock. This way of hitting the door is louder than using your shoulders, but when Buck doesn't know the strength of the door, he kicks it open in the most violent way!

Well, this is also a Russian style kick to the door, and European and American people like to shoulders.

With a bang, the brown-yellow door leaf bounced open, and it would neither kick the door nor knock the hinge off. This is a very skillful thing. Buck also kicked countless doors to be so perfect.

The movement was done in one go and rolled on the ground with his shoulders to prevent someone from shooting inside to hit the height of his waist and abdomen. Then, Buck, who held the pistol in both hands, saw the round-faced girl who had just taken off her clothes and stood in front of the bathtub with her hands holding her hair up with her hands, still holding a few black hairpins in her mouth, and looked at him in amazement!

Looking up from the angle he was lying across the entrance, he could see it at all. He could even see the gaps in the hidden places. His less fair body was slightly thinner than the concave and convexity, and it was quite eye-catching. It had the tightness and elasticity unique to young people, but many scars showed an absolutely extraordinary life experience. His bare toes were curled up cutely, but Buck knew that if this was kicked onto his face, it would probably be fierce enough.

But it was not as if the ordinary woman screamed and covered her three points at this time. She was surprised to be suddenly impacted, but she steadily controlled her emotions without a subconscious reaction. This was rare. This was the control of her physical instinct. Buck asked herself that she could not do it completely.

Then the round face slowly swayed and smiled in English: "When did you? When did the comrades from the Russian Ministry of Internal Affairs come here?" But the body still maintained the dynamic that was completely revealed, and even the thick black forest in the triangle area did not try to cover it. The hands were still on the head, and the two bright red spots on the chest were also clear.

But Buck did not dare to relax his vigilance at all. He slowly took off the baseball cap with his left hand and wrapped it on his right hand before he stood up on the carpet floor. He pointed at the muzzle without moving: "Put your hand open and raise it slowly..." Nannan would do his best to do some tricks on the issuing card. Buck did not think that this female agent who should be experienced would not have a backhand.

Sure enough, those soft little eyes looked at him, paused, bit their mouths and spread their hands, holding a hairpin in his right hand, a short cylindrical hairpin in his right hand, looking at the object with his eyes focused on it, and continued to smile: "This is my only weapon now, and only one bullet, and I have no attack power anymore. Can I sit down and talk? I don't mind keeping dressed like this, if you are worried."

Buck just minded, and hid himself by the bathroom door a little sideways, pointed to the carpet next to it with his fingers. The round-faced girl knew how to hold the hairpin with her slender fingers and threw it over, bounced silently twice. Few people would pay attention to ordinary plexiglass hairpins with cloud patterns, and even Natasha, as a woman, hadn't paid attention to this bargain.

Buck reached out to the door and made a V-word to indicate that he had controlled the scene. From a distance, he heard Natasha's deep depression: "Okay." But no one in the corridor opened the door and found out what happened. However, seeing that there were not many lights in the building, there were probably few people living there.

Under the guidance of the muzzle, the naked girl sat on the edge of the bathtub, supported the white bathtub with both hands, and her legs had to be separated. It was not that Buck had bad habits, but that all kinds of beauties in the family were enough to see. He was not interested in this round-faced girl. The key was that he was very cautious about such professionals.

Just like he was far away from Ji Dongyang and his wife at the beginning, it was really a kind of indescribable inferiority complex like him who came from a professional background.

"Can you know your purpose in Canada?"

"Can you tell me why you are mingling with Koreans in Canada?"

The two of them asked questions almost at the same time, and they were both like this, and the professional was trying to find out the news.
Chapter completed!