Beijing, outside the Third Ring Road, Oriental Yijing Community.

A white BMW sedan drove into the neighborhood, an old-fashioned neighborhood, with the walls of the residential buildings already mottled and the paint peeling off in some places.

The gate of the community is still the kind of old-fashioned residential wheel-type iron gate, and the gatekeeper is an old man about sixty years old wearing a security uniform, and when he saw the car driving in, he opened the iron door.

The white BMW drove in slowly, then pulled to a stop in a parking lot on the ground level.

The car door opened, and a tall and wonderful figure stepped out of the car, she was wearing a white professional suit, looking like a white-collar beauty.

She has a snow-white complexion, a beautiful face, and a unique personal charm between her smiles.

She took down several bags from the car, turned her head to look at the old man who was guarding the door, and said with a smile: "Uncle Liu, haven't you gotten off work yet?"

"Huh, isn't this Xiaofang? I haven't seen you for a long time, and you're on a business trip again?" Uncle Liu, who was guarding the door, smiled, and his smile looked very kind.

"Yes, this time the company sent me on a business trip for a few months, and I just came back today. The white-collar beauty smiled, she walked towards Uncle Liu, and said, "By the way, I bought a lot of fruit on the way, you can eat some, I can't eat so much alone." ”

"No, no, no, Xiao Fang, don't be so polite......" Uncle Liu hurriedly shirked it.

But the white-collar beauty had already taken out some of the fruits in the bag and put them on the countertop of the security booth. There were a few apples and pears, and a bunch of bananas.

"Oh, Xiao Fang, you are so polite every time you come back, how embarrassed I am. Uncle Liu said.

"What's so embarrassing about that. Uncle Liu, aren't it even more difficult for you to be so old and still guarding the door?" the white-collar beauty smiled, and then she said goodbye to Uncle Liu and walked towards the third unit building.

Uncle Liu looked at the back of the white-collar beauty, and his eyes were full of gratitude.

Uncle Liu has been working as a security guard in this community for more than a year, and he thinks that this young woman has a good heart. He didn't know her name, only her surname Fang. He didn't know exactly what the young woman was doing, but he thought that the woman was dressed and talked to people, and she should be the management leader of a certain company.

In his impression, this young woman often travels on business, sometimes for half a year, and the shortest is a month. But every time the young woman came back, she stayed for a while, and did not dislike him as an old man who was a janitor, and from time to time she would talk to him for a while, and often give him some of the fruit she had bought.

"What a good female doll, why is she still single? I really hope she finds a good family as soon as possible......

Uncle Liu sighed lightly and said to himself.

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Unit 3, 6th floor.

There was no elevator in this old-fashioned community, so Fang Aoqing walked all the way, she took out the key, and opened the door of room 602.

Fang Aoqing pushed the door in, this house had been uninhabited for months, and there was a faint smell in the air. But the whole room still looked clean and tidy, except for a thin layer of dust on the floor of some coffee tables.

Fang Aoqing put the bags she was carrying on the coffee table, she changed her shoes, walked to the balcony and opened the balcony door, then opened the curtains in the room and opened the window, so that the blood-colored afterglow of the evening sun shone in. With the air circulation, the smell in the room has diminished considerably.

She didn't bother to change out of her professional suit, walked into the bathroom, took the mop in her hand, and began to clean.

After each mission is completed, there will be a few short days off. Although during this time, she can live in the Secret Service. But she would rather come back to live, because only when she returns here will she feel that she has a place of her own and a home of her own in this indifferent city.

A person can only truly relax himself after returning to his own home.

In the Secret Service, she would have a feeling that she was being watched. In addition, everyone in the Secret Service seems to be secretive, each with a different identity and privacy. In that kind of place, she had to constantly disguise herself and never really relaxed.

So after every mission, she comes back here, and even if it's only for a few days, she's satisfied.

Fang Aoqing mopped the floor and wiped the table, after being busy, the dust of the entire house was washed away, and the original clarity was restored, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but show a smile.

She raised her hand to wipe the fine sweat on her forehead, and then as if something sounded, she couldn't help but open her mouth and exhale, "Oh...... My flowers!"

With that, she hurried towards the balcony.

There are many potted plants on the balcony, including green pine, spider plant, bamboo, and so on.

Fang Aoqing walked over and took a look, she couldn't help but sigh softly, she knew that every time she went on a mission, the potted plants on the balcony would die a lot.

However, some of the drought-tolerant potted plants were still verdant, so she took a watering jug and watered the potted plants that had not yet died.

If she loses her secret identity as a female agent of the Secret Service, then she is also like an ordinary woman, she will also like to plant some flowers and plants, and she will also like to raise some small pets.

At this moment, she was watering the flower kettle, just like an ordinary and beautiful woman.

The afterglow of the remnant sun fell on the balcony, like a layer of blood on the cage.

After Fang Aoqing finished pouring water, she raised her eyes, and suddenly felt a slight stinging pain in the corners of her eyes, and then her face changed suddenly, out of keen perception, she suddenly felt a sharp and incomparably dangerous feeling enveloping her whole body.

She is an excellent agent of the Secret Service, who has undergone extremely rigorous training and has mastered all aspects of her skills, especially in kill-to-kill combat. The dangerous missions also cultivated her keen intuition, and at this moment, she was cold, and a sharp killing force completely locked her.

In an instant, Fang Aoqing's figure retreated diagonally backwards, and at the same time, she casually picked up a flower pot and blocked it in the vital place on her chest.

Shout!

There was a sudden fluctuation in the air, and there was a screeching sound of a sonic boom, the sound of a sniper warhead shooting.

A sniper warhead strikes at a building opposite.

Bang!

The sniper warhead hit the flower pot that Fang Aoqing was protecting on her chest, and the flower pot shattered, but it could not stop the sniper warhead, which shot into her body, splattering a pool of blood from her body, and spilling a pot of dead flowers on the balcony.

It was a pot of moon flowers, the flowers that had bloomed had withered, and a little blood was sprinkled on these dead moon flowers, reflecting the blood-colored bewitching feeling.

But after all, they were all dead, so it looked like blood-colored flowers were withering.

Call!

At the same time, at the entrance of this community, an army-green jeep sped by, and there was a monstrous demonic power that soared into the sky.

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Eighth Update!