The posture of the woman in blue is beautiful, even if her face is veiled, others can't see her appearance, but as long as you look at her posture, you can be confused by her, and praise: What a beautiful person. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

That's temperament.

Compared to the appearance that can be changed through plastic surgery, temperament is a more difficult thing for a person to find.

The woman in blue listened to the man's words, and casually threw away the sunglasses she took off her face, her eyebrows and eyes were crooked, like a deep pool, and she could easily drown the person who loved her.

"What do you want me to drink?" her voice came out, like a silver bell colliding, extremely crisp and pleasant.

The man was so fascinated by the voice that he had a fascinated expression on his face, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.

Another man next to him touched him with his elbow, raised his hand and wiped a handful of hara that almost came out of his mouth, and whispered: "That kid, you really have a vision, look at your eyes, it's really not shallow, this time you can't eat alone!"

The man who was touched woke up like a dream, and he didn't hear his companion's words clearly at all, so he made a gesture of invitation to the woman in blue and said, "Miss, go this way." ”

The woman in blue nodded and stepped along.

Two men, one on the left and one on the right, sandwiched the woman in blue in the middle and walked towards the restaurant outside the train station.

As they passed by a hotel, one of the men suggested, "Why don't we open a room and buy what we want to eat back to the room, so that the environment will be quieter and the mood will be better." ”

The other man glared at him, obviously complaining a little about his quick success, but to the surprise of both of them, the woman in blue immediately replied: "Okay, I also prefer to be quiet." ”

As soon as the two men heard this, they hurriedly rushed to the hotel.

After they booked a room, they ran to the woman in blue with a flattering face, and said with a smile: "The room is booked, let's go." ”

The woman in blue didn't say anything, and followed the second man into the elevator.

Room 412.

When I opened the door, I realized that it was a standard room, but the furniture in the room was very complete, and there were automatic mahjong tables and coffee tables.

The woman in blue had just walked into the room, and before she could scan the furnishings in the room, the two men locked the door and ran to the woman.

It's just that what they never expected was that before they could say anything, they were frightened by the pistol in the woman's hand.

"It's... No kidding... Miss you..."

Bang bang!

Two gunshots rang out in a row, blocking the man's voice.

The gun is equipped with a muffler, so it is not loud and does not alarm the people outside the room.

After the woman in blue shot the two men twice in a row, she casually threw the gun on the floor and turned out of the room without looking back.

......

An hour and a half before the murder of an old woman in Chinatown and the murder of a woman in blue at a train station.

Los Angeles Canal Port.

Customs security officers are about to open the lid of a wooden box on a private vessel during a routine inspection.

Just as they were using their tools to open the wooden boxes, the lead staff received a call.

He replied respectfully with a "yes" to his phone, and then retreated with his men, not tracking down what cargo was in the wooden crates on the private vessel.

......

The largest commercial pedestrian street in Los Angeles.

There is a crowd of people, and all kinds of goods and shops are dazzling.

Walking on such a street, it is especially easy to stimulate people's desire to buy, so if the business here is good, the rent of the shop is expensive, and the goods are also expensive, but it still can't stop many citizens from liking the lively atmosphere.

In addition to the fixed shops on this pedestrian street, there are many temporary shops placed by vendors on the road, because they do not occupy the shops, the cost is reduced, so the price of goods will be cheaper than the store, but the things on these shops are uneven, good and bad, it depends on whether the buyer has the vision, and can find good things at a good price.

Among the many temporary stalls, the owner of one stall is a 33-year-old man named Xia Cong, who mainly sells woven jewelry.

Most of the jewelry he sells has an oriental atmosphere, so it is loved by many customers on this lively pedestrian street.

Every day, his shop was crowded with people, picking and choosing, and then leaving satisfied.

Things are small things, and the materials are also common, mainly braided ropes and glass beads, so the cost is low, and the selling price is not expensive.

With small profits and quick turnover, he went the right route.

"Come and take a look, take a look, what a good jewelry, what a sentimental bracelet, come and choose one, I am sure you will love it..."Xia Cong shouted loudly.

Although he grew up in Los Angeles since he was a child, he has never returned to China, but he knows very well that he is Chinese, so he obediently followed his mother to learn the Chinese language.

You must know that the person who selects things in his stall is so eager to buy things because he has recognized Made in China.

"Boss, how much does this bracelet cost?"

"Twelve. ”

"Okay, I want ten!"

"Okay, I'll wrap it up for you!

Cheerful customers like that, one after another.

Xia Cong's hands were very sharp, he quickly took out the packaging bag, counted out ten bracelets in three or two clicks, put them in the packaging bag, wrapped them, and handed them to the customer.

The customer leaves satisfied.

The vacant space in front of the stall was immediately filled by the customers behind it.

is such a state of high emotions, Xia Cong has to maintain it all day, no one will think that he has earned too much, and no one will feel tired looking at the steady stream of banknotes entering his pocket.

After another customer left with a dozen bracelets he had picked up, a woman in Tsing Yi with a soft waist and a gorgeous face crowded into the front of the stall.

She didn't choose the goods immediately, but leaned down on the stall, her eyes teasing, staring directly at Xia Cong, and said with a smile: "Little brother, are these things really made in Huaxia?"

Xia Cong was stunned when he heard this, and immediately wanted to be angry, but after seeing the woman's appearance, he suppressed the anger in his heart and said with a smile: "Of course yes, you go and inquire, my Xia Cong is not the first day to sell things here, if it is really a fake, it is impossible for my stall to last so long." ”

The reason why he dared to say such things was because he knew that almost all the people who bought things here were Los Angeles locals, and they bought novelties, but they didn't know how to tell if something was really made in Huaxia.

"Little brother, I still don't believe that these things are made in China. Now the import and export taxes are so high, if these things are really made in China, the cost should be very high, how can they be sold so cheaply?" asked the woman in Tsing Yi curiously.

Her question immediately attracted the attention of everyone around her, and everyone stopped what they were doing, waiting to hear Xia Cong's explanation.

"This..."

Xia Cong stammered, "I have my way, I can't tell you easily..."

"What kind of way? Could it be tax evasion and smuggling?" the woman in Tsing Yi glanced at the crowd around her, aggressively.

Xia Cong hurriedly denied it: "Of course not! I am a legal citizen, how could I do such a thing that violates the law and discipline." ”

"Then you can tell me in front of everyone, what is the reason why these things made in China have not evaded taxes and are so cheap? Could it be that you are selling at a loss? This also doesn't make sense, you said before that your stall has been here for a long time. "The woman in Tsing Yi seems to have come to find fault on purpose, and she is very organized in her analysis.

Someone in the crowd finally began to ask, "Boss, you can't be a fake, right?"

"Boss, even if your thing is not made in Huaxia, I am willing to buy it, but other people may buy it because of 'Made in Huaxia', you can't lie to them like this." ”

"Boss, you make it clear, as long as you explain it clearly, we are willing to believe you..."

Everyone, you say a word to me, and you really want to find a crack in the ground to get into what Xia Cong said.

He was also racking his brains to find an explanation, but he found that his way had been blocked by the woman in Tsing Yi, and he now either admitted that his goods were not "made in China", or admitted that he had evaded taxes.

Whichever of these two arguments he insisted, there would be no good fruit to eat.

What to do? What to do? For a while, Xia Cong was in a dilemma.

In the moment of his silence, there were a bunch of people gathered in front of his stall, in addition to those who wanted to buy things, some of them were joining in the fun.

Seeing this situation, the woman in Tsing Yi had a satisfied smile on her face.

Xia Cong's eyes were sharp, and he immediately caught the satisfied expression that flashed on the face of the woman in Tsing Yi, and immediately became angry, stretched out his finger, pointed at her nose and scolded: "You stinky woman, you came to find fault on purpose, right?"

It's good that he didn't say this, but when he said this, the people around him were not happy and accused him one after another.

"What's the matter with you, I did something immoral, and when I was discovered, I even bit back!"

"Morality is too corrupt! No matter how good this kind of person sells, I won't buy it! Whoever likes to buy it will buy it!"

"I only bought ten pieces from here last month, and I gave them away, and everyone said that they liked it very much, and they wanted to buy dozens more, but now it seems that there is no need for that..."

The noisy accusations became more and more noisy, attracting the attention of some unsuspecting passers-by, who joined the ranks of onlookers.

After a while, the roads were blocked, and even those who wanted to leave here had no way to leave immediately.

At this moment, the satisfied smile on the face of the woman in Tsing Yi gradually widened, and then, she reached into the pocket of her jacket and pulled out a pitch-black grenade.