Chapter 551: Sky Spy

Vampire buns are a necessity, and the Wayne Hotel has very rich reserves, but it is naturally a bit embarrassing for the gentlemen to buy them. Xu Qing secretly complained in his heart that Huang Pulan, a transnational relative, had come at an inopportune time, but this thing could not be replaced with toilet paper, and this glorious and arduous task was handed over to the dog-headed military master Liu Zhao, for the simple reason that this guy has thick skin.

After eating a meal, it is not the rest of the meal that is packed, but a large bag of cotton blood-sucking bread that can be used as a pillow, which is estimated to be the only one since the opening of the Wayne Hotel.

Liu Zhao just got the death order from General Chaku Moben, asking him to lead people to guard the door of Xu's gambling king's room twenty-four hours a day, and he must not make the slightest mistake during the gambling king competition, otherwise he will take off the guys he eats, including his group of big white and little black in South Africa. This guy finally woke up suddenly, cold sweat soaked the crotch of his pants, and he could tell the difference between short and happy life and long days.

Xu Qing was carrying a suitcase in his left hand, a bag of American vampire bread in his right hand, and followed by a black bodyguard who was laying a bunk outside the door to the door, Liu Zhao stepped forward and pressed the doorbell very politely.

The door snapped open, and He Shang, who had a bitter face, poked his head out from inside, Xu Qing noticed that the left ear of this thing was obviously two times larger than the right ear, and it was also red and good-looking, and he knew that he had been reprimanded a lot without asking.

"Boss, I'm looking forward to you." He Shang looked at Xu Qing with resentment, looking like a sister Ruhua who had been wronged endlessly.

Xu Qing snorted, pretended to be casual and walked into the room, handed the cash box in his hand to He Shang, and said in a deep voice: "It's hard work, leave two knives and play with the rest!" ”

If you make a lot of money, you can't lose your suffering brother, and leave two dollars in cash for emergencies.

He Shang then followed the heavy suitcase, and his face immediately turned from cloudy to sunny, and he opened the lid with his hands and feet and touched two knives and stuffed them into Xu Qing's arms, opened the door and fled as if he were leaving.

Huang Pulan pretended to play with the computer in the room, she changed into a brown and yellow leather hunting suit, her wavy hair was tied in a ponytail at random and hung behind her head, and the concave silhouette made people's hearts flutter a little, that is, Erlong's legs were clamped a little tightly, but no wonder, the woman was anemia and angry at this time, and she wanted to prevent domineering side leakage.

Xu Qing walked to the desk with the bag of pillows, put the things on the desk, and whispered: "American-style Panpan bread, make do with it!" ”

Huang Pulan frowned, took the plastic bag and opened it to take a look, his face seemed to be red as if he had been pumped more than a dozen big mouths in an instant, looking at this big bag of bread for a while, he didn't know what to say, his mouth opened and said: "What are you doing with so much ......?"

Xu Qing almost didn't get killed, this thing was all handled by Liu Zhao, he ate ready-made meals all by one, and suddenly an evil light flashed in his mind, and he replied stunned: "I'm afraid that you have a large amount and don't have enough money." ”

When Huang Pulan heard this, he almost stuck his head on the display screen, grabbed the bag of American-style bread and fled to the bathroom, and suddenly threw a generic female scolding man: "Hooligan!" ”

Xu Qing touched his nose in a daze, walked into the room and sorted out a change of clothes, and when he came out, he found that Huang Pulan was sitting next to the computer again, but the sitting posture was much more relaxed, which was undoubtedly the credit of the bread.

After taking a refreshing wash in the bathroom, Xu Qing began to go back to the room to study the information of the World Gambling Championship, although it was a bit of a grinding gun, but with the perspective of the eye, everything is not a problem.

A blue-and-white helicopter flew eastward over the Pacific Ocean, as if everything was going well, and in the cabin a man with a dark red scar on his brow was gently touching an old triangular metal plate with his fingertips, and beside him sat a middle-aged white man with blonde hair and blue eyes and a grim face.

"Sean, are you really going to hand over this Heavenly God Triangle to the people of the Huaxia Martial Soul?" The blonde man looked out the window at the clouds and asked very calmly, his voice was very low, and if he didn't pay attention to it, he thought he was talking to himself.

Scarface's fingers were still touching the crazy metal plate, which he hadn't found for a long time, it was said to be a world-changing superweapon, but he never found anything special.

Sean is the CEO of Fergos Group, the largest multinational trading group in South America, and he is also one of the long-term lurkers of Huaxia Wuhun in the United States. Ken is his best friend and assistant, and the two are iron buddies who grew up chasing girls together when they were children, and of course they are also the best partners in their careers.

This escort of the Celestial Triangle is to take advantage of Sean's special identity on the surface, his mission is to use a private jet to send things to a cruise ship in the Pacific Ocean, naturally someone will pass things a second time, and finally send them to the martial spirit base in a short time.

Sean pondered the Heavenly God Triangle out of pure curiosity, but his good friend's words gave rise to a trace of vigilance in his heart, and he smiled deliberately: "This is originally something obtained by the Huaxia Martial Spirit, if you don't hand it over to them, will it be returned to the US government?" ”

Shaq had no expression on his face, as if the clouds outside the window were what attracted him the most, a monotonous scene.

"You can think about giving it to a third country, for example, Russia, and you will get what you want the most, in addition to absolute monetary status."

Sean raised his eyebrows and put the Celestial Triangle into the suitcase on the side, but his hand never pulled out of the suitcase: "Shaq, do you remember the Russian we met when we were in high school together?" ”

Sark. Ken turned his head suddenly, a pair of blue eyes looked directly at Sean's pupils, the corners of his mouth slowly lifted up, and said in a low voice: "You still found out, smart Sean, in fact, the Russian I met that day was me, poor Shaq has already seen God." ”

Sean said with a relieved smile on his face, "If I'm not mistaken, you should be a member of the Star of Siberia, right?" The palm of his hand that poked into the box had already taken out a pistol from the compartment, the bullet had already been loaded, and he could solve the problem at hand by pulling the trigger.

Sark. Ken suddenly smiled and said, "Dear Sean, can you be sure that pistol hidden in the suitcase has bullets?" ”

Knowing that sooner or later he would pierce this layer of window paper, Shaq had unwittingly emptied all the pistol bullets in the compartment of the box, and now the gun would not fire at all.