The storm is coming40
Dirk turned, slammed the woman down the transparent glass door of the bathroom, and wrapped her long legs around her waist with her hands.
Immediately, he tightly pinched the woman's soft waist and fowled again. Rushing like a beast --
Blonde woman, Sean. Blake, listen to the earth-shattering noise not far away. Crackling, smiling charmingly again, holding his chin.
After a while, the crackling subsided, and she pulled out a syringe from the plastic-textured, simple medicine box, filled it with potion again, and walked to the bathroom.
Sean pushed open the bathroom door, she pricked the woman lying on the man's body again, and smiled at the boss, "BOSS, this needle is different, this is the medicine of slowness." β
Dirk waved his hand at the woman who was still laughing, "Sean, although I don't mind, you don't need to giggle here, you go back first." β
The blonde woman tilted her head, "BOSS, I'm not interested in seeing you guys, that Chinese woman has a deep tongue, I want to take her away." β
Dirk hummed nonchalantly in agreement, and slammed the glass door of the bathroom again, shutting it shut.
Sean returned to the bedside and tried to pick up the sleeping woman, feeling that the other party's weight was very light, at least within his acceptable range.
She picked up the woman horizontally, and slowly, with some difficulty, walked out of the suite, and took the woman back to her room, where she lay on the bed.
Then, with excitement on her face, she ran all the way up to the third floor, just carrying the simple plastic medicine box and going back to the room.
The blonde woman pulled up the woman's sleeve, took a syringe, aimed it at the woman's vein, and skillfully drew dozens of milliliters of blood for testing.
Then, from the rabbit cage outside the living room, she lifted her ears, lifted a white rabbit out, and then took dozens of milliliters of rabbit blood, and said with a smile, "Little rabbit, donate some blood, well, Mommy loves you to death." β
The woman carried the two syringes to probe the snort of the unconscious woman, locked the door, and went into the simple room at the back of the house, and made a fuss.
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The headquarters of Interpol, located on the banks of the RhΓ΄ne River in Lyon, France, is a modern glass building with a silver-gray color and cube shape.
This glass building, located in a remote location, far from the city of Lyon, has an elegant environment, surrounded by green trees and ponds for tens of meters.
The entire building is immersed in a shallow pool that surrounds it, and is surrounded by meter-high flower walls and iron bars with detection functions.
At the very top of this building, on top of the transparent spire, there are countless surveillance eyes, antennas, and the camera rotates non-stop.
Around the building, in every direction, there are high-definition cameras, radars, and anyone who wants to enter the building will be monitored.
At about two o'clock in the afternoon, a man with a long body, a black high-end handmade suit and sunglasses on his face, walked quickly to the electronic monitoring door.
The young man walked steadily with a blank face, and his big hand showed his unique personal electronic pass, which opened the electronic locks of the gate.
Then, near the electronic lock, stopped, raised his hand slightly, seriously accepted the strict security inspection of the staff, and walked inside.
Walking, walking, every time he crossed a gate, the young man in black had to use an electronic pass to pass.
Of course, these entry and exit details recorded in the electronic pass will be clearly recorded in the computer of the Interpol headquarters.
The man was quite familiar with the building's facilities and departments, and walked briskly all the way through, without making any brief stops to visit.
Eventually, the man went outside the office of the Secretary-General of Interpol and went through more stringent identification and security checks.
Kriti. Sado, a Frenchman, holds the hereditary title of nobility of the French royal family, has a noble status, and is also a legend in the police department.
Kriti. Sado had silver hair and a kind facial features, and at this moment, he was standing behind the desk of the mahogany, his eyes were gently staring at the visitor.
"Good afternoon, Secretary-General, I don't know what is urgent in the organization that requires your old man to summon us here?"
The young man in black raised his hand and took off his sunglasses, revealing deep black eyes, and asked respectfully and politely in fluent French.
"Evans, don't worry, this mission, I want to wait for him William to come and talk about it in detail." Kriti. Sado replied with a smile.
Evans nodded, sat in Zhang Taoxin's office chair, played with the pair of jet-black large-rimmed sunglasses, and walked all the way, but his breath was very peaceful.
After waiting for ten minutes, another green-eyed, Chinese-British agent, William, hurried into the office, panting sharply.
The corners of Evans' mouth twitched, and he complained unhappily, "William, you're late again, a full 17 minutes, 33 seconds. β
William. Taylor touched his somewhat hot forehead, "I've had a fever lately, I'm not feeling well, and my biological clock isn't very punctual when I take a nap. β
Evans was not very satisfied, and just wanted to continue to blame, but was bossed by the secretary general, Critty. Sado stopped, "Forget it, it's okay, let's get down to business." β
"The four agents I sent to help Su Wenze investigate the crash case earlier, Rice, Kende, Allen, and Andrew, none survived."
"The four of them, all of them were cleverly designed and teased, they had a conflict with the Haisha police, and it was terrible, they all messed up the mission."
"This time, I think Evans, William, you both went to the sea sand, on the one hand, to investigate the real black hand after the crash.
"On the other hand, try your best to find Dirk. When there is news of Thero's whereabouts, you can directly contact the sniper team and destroy him in one blow. β
William. Taylor yawned heavily, yawned wearily, and asked, "Secretary-General, I don't quite understand the assignment this time. β
"Rice and Kent, the fight is good, Andrew is good at tracking, Allen is good at gathering intelligence, the computer is powerful, it is a four-in-one King Kong, can you still do it with the four of them?"
Kriti. Sado waved his hand and explained, "The four of them are very good, but they are not familiar with the community power of Haisha and the people of China. β
"I couldn't bear to always negotiate with people after repeated troubles, so the headquarters asked the four of them to return to New York to carry out a new mission."
"Su Wenze is very difficult to do alone, William, you and Evans went over to help him, this time, I don't plan to let you come into contact with the police force of Haisha."
"The local police departments are not very efficient, with few computer databases, too many circles, and many constraints."
"So, as long as you cooperate with Su Wenze and do your best to complete these two tasks, of course, I will only give you half a year."
"Evans, William, you choose a day to leave, this trip, pay for your own airfare, food and accommodation, be careful not to make any more trouble for me."
Evans nodded, got up, and just put the pair back on the pair of sunglasses in style, and at the moment, didn't ask or say anything.
William. Taylor had a lot of doubts in mind, but after listening to the iron-clad words of the General Secretary-General, he didn't ask much.
Soon, the two agents went to the Advanced Firearms Department together, and each received the necessary equipment for the mission.
Out of the Interpol headquarters, a modern glass building, William. Taylor yawned incessantly, and his nose was red.
Evans dissatisfied, "Heh, the Secretary-General's idea is always so special and intriguing, that he asked you to work with me." β
"However, this is also very right, after all, who would have thought that you, the green-eyed man of the sissy, would be a ghost detective codenamed Green Zero."
William. Taylor was even more dissatisfied than the other party, "Evans, do you really think that I am willing to go on a mission with you, the iceman, isn't there no way?" β
"I haven't been to Haisha yet, I don't know if the doctor will get better, I've had a bad cold for half a month, and I haven't recovered yet-"
Evans looked at the orchid and gracefully stretched out his orchid finger and scratched. The partner who made the first gesture couldn't stand it, and rolled his eyes, "Sissy, squeamish!" β
William. Taylor hooked his index finger without comment, and said with a smile, "This handsome guy, I wonder if you can take your little brother to the city by the way?" β
Evans said coldly, "Green Zero Ghost Detective, put away your white claws and get in the car!" Let's talk about the assignment of Haisha in the past. β
After getting into the car, Evans stepped on the car and asked puzzledly, "Sissy, you didn't drive, how did you come to the headquarters building?" β
William. Taylor pursed his lips, pinched his uncomfortable throat, and smiled, "Hee-hee, Evans, have you forgotten that I live with two female colleagues in the forensic department. β
Evans's sharp dark eyes flashed with indifference, but he stopped talking.
The black Jaguar sped on.
If he could, he wanted to take a tranquilizer gun out of the box and shoot it straight at the man behind him who was still stroking his cheek.
Previously, he had a direct impression that William. Taylor's sissy behavior is a camouflage mask.
But not long ago, I learned that he was also so feminine in private, so he could get along with those female agents and live with women.
He couldn't quite accept that an excellent man who clearly represented strength and speed could show softness and gentleness so naturally.
Suwenze received the Kriti. Sado passed him about two agents, Evans and William. Taylor's information and simple words of advice.
Evans, athletic, combative, clear-headed, handsome, elegant, on time, never late, never early.
Evans, said to be a Creti. Sado, Interpol Headquarters, the most valued right-hand man of the Interpol Secretary-General, codenamed Viper.
William. Taylor, codenamed Green Zero Ghost Detective, is proficient in computers, has the most proficient intelligence network, is good at dealing with women, and is elusive.
These two detectives are like door gods in the wrong direction, they can't talk twice, but they didn't expect to carry out the mission together this time.
Kriti. Sado didn't give the three of them a lot of time, at most half a year, to find out the mastermind behind the Philippine plane crash, and to annihilate Dirk, Black Hawk and so on. R1152