The officer's gaze was like a blade, full of murderous intent towards me, and his face was very unkind.

These people have never had the slightest kindness to my puppet, not even the slightest bit, just like Zhou Ling said before, like us cannibals, there is no way to integrate into them.

I don't say anything about his attitude, after all, they are on official business, defending the motherland, and twenty is for themselves.

Even if they were nice to me, like family, I would kill people and even eat them.

Now I'm like a predator in the crowd, and people are food to me, and I don't have anything to say about food.

And they see me as a mercenary, or a professional killer, or the kind that can turn against me at any time, after all, I represent personal interests, not national interests.

Under his angry gaze, there was a knock on the door, and the fat policeman from before walked in with the policewoman.

"Did you get her here?" I looked at the officer curiously.

"I'm going to send you out of the country later, so you have to go through the formalities first. ”

"You're so troublesome?" I smiled and walked over to the policewoman's side, picking the policewoman's chin with one hand.

The policewoman took two steps back, and her previous kindness to me completely disappeared under my movements.

"What are you going to do?"

Her voice was crisp, and she didn't look like the kind of woman with big breasts and no brains, with a faint fragrance on her body, I can't tell if she's a virgin now, but she's a woman for sure.

"Let her sleep with me for one night and I'll go. I put my arms around her waist in full view of the crowd and looked at the officer and said, "What?

"You let go, let go of me. "She struggled in my arms, trying to break free, like a frightened fawn.

There was silence in the office for a while, the officer looked at me with anger in his eyes, and the policeman in the white shirt said nothing like a blind man.

The fawn is very nervous, and even the scolding voice is very good.

"You don't want to make an inch. The officer pointed to my nose and said loudly.

I know that he only has to talk, he can't do anything, and there is no one here who can stop me, and if I make up my mind, I can let everyone be buried with me.

But I didn't do that, there was no need for that.

I don't want to recruit too many enemies for me, I can't deal with so many people unless my ability reaches the SS level.

"Are you really leaving?" I smiled as I looked at the officer's helpless eyes.

The fat policeman looked at the officer in disbelief, and then turned to look at me, unsure that what had just happened was true.

The struggling policewoman also stopped moving, he couldn't believe what the officer said before, and he couldn't believe that he had become a trade.

But that's just the way it is.

"What the hell are you?"

This is the official guest house, and I was arranged here, and the next day they were going to send me abroad.

And, of course, the policewoman.

She didn't seem to get my identity from the officer, but she came anyway, albeit with some compulsion.

"You want to know?"

"You're going to have to make me die. "What a chaste martyr.

I lifted her chin and said to her, "Are you going to die?"

It was indeed the first time, and I was lucky.

"Now you're a twenty-five or sixteen-year-old woman. ”

"You give the first time to a scumbag, and that scumbag will taunt you in front of you and tell you that you are now an older leftover girl who has not lost her first time. ”

I shrugged at her, who was still in bed, and walked out the door.

Today's weather was good, the sun was shining, and the night's hard work did not make me feel the slightest tired.

I walked to the end of the street, towards the deep mountain jungle.

That's my way out of the country, and I'm a blatant smuggler.

The crowds of people come and go, both old and young, and the hustle and bustle of the border town is particularly noisy.

There are no police in the border town, and all kinds of people can be seen on the bustling streets, most of them are foreign businessmen who come to buy, and some ruffians.

Wearing a leather jacket, I was not conspicuous here, but I was still noticed.

I knew that the owner of the gaze was a thief, who looked to be only in his twenties, with a dark face and high cheekbones, and should be a minority.

He followed me all the time, and wherever I went, he probably noticed the leather satchel on my body, thinking that there was a lot of money in it.

There was indeed a lot of money in it, and it was all my activity funds, which I had stolen from the officer.

He followed my footsteps, his eyes fixed on me from time to time, and his accomplice was not far away.

I walked around the town and bought miscellaneous things, and the red and green bills stood out in my handbag.

I didn't look very tall in a leather suit, I was unarmed.

That kid seems to have two other people eyeing me, and they all look like that kid.

I walked into a convenience store at the end of town and took the change from the owner who had found her.

"Someone's eyeing you, you better go to town, or find the police. He kindly reminded me.

I just smiled at him and said, "I did it on purpose, fishing for law enforcement, you know?"

The boss gave me a knowing look and nodded at me.

Not far from the town was the border post, and I walked in the opposite direction of him, a sparsely populated path.

Three of the five or six people seemed to have stopped, probably noticing my anomaly, after all, it was impossible for anyone to walk in such a deserted place with so much money.

But how powerful is the temptation of money, the greedy desire, that keeps them following me.

My steps were fast, hanging them, and they were speeding up.

I had to lure them to a remote place, so I couldn't run too fast so they couldn't catch up, but I couldn't run too slowly, because it was too close to the market.

Although they also quickened their pace, they didn't seem to be in a hurry, and I thought there was someone in front of them.

As expected, after about ten minutes, I saw a few more people wearing national costumes in front of me.

The watermelon knife in his hand looked very arrogant, and I stopped.

"Boy, why don't you run away?"

The thief on the ground first walked up to me and patted me on the shoulder.

More than a dozen people surrounded me, blocking traffic in every direction, their expressions fierce and murderous.

The movements are very skillful, and it seems that this is not the first time they have done these things.