Chapter 606, I'm Not Jesus, I'm a Missionary!

Men spend a lot of money just to get a certain woman. And after receiving the jewelry, gold, famous cars, mansions and mansions from the man, the woman will also give back the gift of her body or a part of the body appropriately.

What is her gift to give? Kisses?

Qin Luo's mood was a little excited, and a little apprehensive.

Everyone is not related to each other, that is, friends who can talk well, and it is a little bad to accept such a gift from others, right?

However, if she refuses, will it hurt other people's self-esteem and even make it difficult for her to express love to other men for the rest of her life?

The lesser of the two phases is compared. Qin Luo decided to close her eyes and let her kiss it. It's not a big deal, friends from Europe and the United States hug each other's wives when they meet.

However, Ning Luo's performance made Qin Luo very disappointed.

Her expression didn't become shy, and there was no over-secretion of female hormones in her eyes, and she didn't stand on tiptoe and close her eyes.

She just took off a crystal clear Guanyin jade pendant around her neck, and then put it on Qin Luo's neck, and said: "Mom said that men wear Guanyin and women wear Buddha, Guanyin represents 'official luck', and it also means 'Guan Yun'. This Guanyin was given to me by my grandmother when I was eighteen years old, and she wished me good health all my life—I gave it to you, hoping that it would bless you with good health throughout your life. ”

"Nope." Qin Luo refused. "How can I accept such a valuable gift from you? It was given to you by your grandmother and has a special commemorative significance. ”

"It's okay." Ning Sha smiled and said, "Didn't you say it." Men wear Guanyin and women wear Buddha. I've bought myself a piece of pot-bellied Buddha. You can change it back on. ”

Ning Shasha put the Guanyin jade from Qin Luo's collar and said, "Take it." I really appreciate you, and I don't know what to give you - I wish you good health. Never again like what happened in Paris. It's just scary. ”

Guanyin Yu had just been taken off from Ning's broken body, and it still carried her temperature and body fragrance. Qin Luo felt this faint warmth and ambiguity, and said, "Thank you." I accepted the gift. ”

"Hmm." Ning Crush nodded happily. "If you have time, why don't you come and see Xiaoxiao? If you come once, you will give us a little more hope. ”

"Okay." Qin Luo said in agreement. "I will stay in Yanjing all this time. As long as I have time, I will come over to see Ling Xiao. ”

Coming out of the 106 sanatorium, Qin Luo said to the big head: "After driving me to the hospital, you can go back and rest." In the evening we went to a banquet together. ”

"Okay." The big head agreed succinctly, and didn't ask what kind of dinner party he was going to. No matter where Qin Luo goes, he will follow. That's his promise. A man's commitment to another.

Qin Luo was a little helpless, he felt that the people around him were not very good at talking, which made him always feel like he was talking to himself.

"Since Huang Qianzhong was expelled by the dragon's breath, in order to save his face, he was admitted to the Lanting Sanatorium for serious illness - today is the rìzi he was discharged from. Naturally, his fox friend wanted to celebrate for him—but what did the woman invite me to do? ”

The big head didn't answer. Qin Luo himself didn't know the answer.

Perhaps, from tonight onwards, Yanjing will not only be the three masters.

When the dragon enters the sea, can it soar into the sky?

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Jesus was a killer like no other. He likes the night, but prefers the day.

The night was used by him to kill, and the day was used by him to save people. He's always been busy, so he never feels lonely.

The night in Paris is one of the most beautiful sights in the world, at least that's what Jesus thought.

He was sitting in a sign car in one of the top memberships clubs in Paris.

After his follow-up investigation, he knew that Antwan would be entertaining a few of his friends in the pharmaceutical industry here tonight.

He's not a member, so he can't go in.

In front of him was a Bible spread out, and when he was fine, he liked to read the stories in it. Only when the business is cleared can more people be persuaded to believe in God.

His father was a Christian, as was his mother, and as a child his dream was to become a missionary.

Life is raised by this, but it makes him a killer.

Time always flies quickly when he reads a few stories, and by the time he has finished reading a few stories, two hours have passed.

Jesus looked at his watch, then closed the Bible.

He knew that Antwan was coming out soon.

Sure enough, surrounded by several black Sè Mercedes, a Bugatti Veyron luxury sports car with black Sè drove out.

Antwan has always been a proud man, and he didn't sit in a bulletproof Mercedes for safety. Of course, his Bradi Veyron luxury car is also completely handmade, the body is made of titanium alloy material, the windows are made of aerospace equipment, and the mobile castle can intercept sniper bullets and ordinary ammunition.

When the convoy whizzed past him and quickly disappeared, he remained inactive.

Sure enough, two minutes later, another black Sè Mercedes slowly drove over.

The praying mantis catches silkworms, and the yellow finch is behind. Rich people are afraid of death, they will be surrounded by people who are heavily protected, and they will also set up outside trackers in the back. If Jesus had been following the convoy in front of him, he would have been spotted by the car behind him.

It sounds new, but Jesus was used to it. Because he kills all the rich. And that's what every rich person does.

Sometimes he wonders, why can't they change it? Even if a little new change is made - but no. Never.

It wasn't until the black Mercedes Benz couldn't see the shadow that he started the car unhurriedly.

Yes, his goal was to track down the black Mercedes.

Avenue de Triumph, Avenue Gartha, and then turn into the rose garden in the rich villa area of the Champs-Avenue.

There was a little joy in Jesus' heart. Instead of returning to his impregnable mansion, he went to the house of one of his mistresses, Winsnieton. That way, he would be able to do less maneuvering.

One of the most striking differences between Jesus and other killers is that he did not like to challenge targets that were too difficult. The simpler, the better.

Antwan had seven mistresses, and Winsnieton was just one of them. She is a very famous singer in Europe, and she is loved by fans for her sweet voice and healthy image. However, what no one knows is that she was single-handedly brought out by the son of a French pharmaceutical giant.

The Rose Garden neighborhood is also accessible by card, but it is clear that the security forces here will not be able to make it difficult for Jesus.

Once he had identified his target, he backed the car back and walked around the Rose Garden neighborhood before stopping in front of a convenience store.

At this time, he opened the door and got out of the car easily.

Climbed over a low-walled fence, skimmed off all surveillance equipment, and came to Winsniton's villa.

There was a convoy parked at the door of the villa, and many people in black were standing outside smoking. Antwan went in to have a private meeting with his mistress, and it was certainly impossible for the bodyguards to follow him.

There are also two bodyguards in the backyard, and that's the tricky one.

For a high-level killer, it's their job to solve all the tough problems.

Pulling out a pistol, two quick shots, the two of them were shot in the throat. Not even a chance to snort.

There was also no sound of shè hitting bullets, as he was using a steam gun. What shè went out was not a bullet that could explode, but a flying spike. This device is widely used in the killer world.

He rushed over quickly, catching them before they could fall to the ground. Then, as if a child were placed, he gently leaned his body against the wall.

As he climbed upstairs along the drain, he found a room on the second floor dimly lit, and a beautiful woman dressed in a red sè bunny dress was dancing around a silver sè brass show.

According to the information Jesus gathered, that woman was Antwan's mistress, the great star Winsnieton. If you take a photo of her at this time, it will definitely sell for a sky-high price, right?

At this time, Antwan was sitting on the big red sè bed full of affection, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, and was enjoying his mistress's performance with an intoxicated face.

Winsnieton's movements became more and more exaggerated, and her expression became more and more, and she began to stick out her tongue and kiss the silver steel pipe-

Antwan couldn't sit still either, he put down his glass, and then beckoned to the woman.

The woman immediately leaned down and crawled towards Antwan like a dog.

And then, they kissed each other passionately.

Syllable!

At this time, Jesus fired.

Antwan was in the midst of a boiling of blood when the woman in his arms suddenly cooled down.

This made him a little unhappy and asked, "What's going on?" ”

No one answered. And his hand fumbled for a puddle of viscous liquid.

Dangerous.

He had a premonition of danger.

"Who?" Antwan asked.

"Jesus."

"How are you? You took my money-"

"But I'm a missionary now. Come to me, all you who are toiling and heavy laden, and I will refresh you. ”

"Ahh

His voice calling for help got stuck in his throat because he also had a bloody hole in his head.

It was only at this time that Jesus came out of the shadow of yīn.

"From this day forward, there will be no more Jesus, only missionaries." Jesus sighed.

If a killer betrays his employer, then he can only be removed from the killer world.

(PS: I'm ashamed of your support.) Thank you to everyone who never gave up. I will also try to write more and bring you more interesting stories. ）