The soldier in front of him was so wronged, he just came out of the bathroom, he didn't know what happened outside just now, and he didn't even open the safety bolt of the weapon, but he was tapped twice with the middle finger by a man with the same Asian face, and then he found that he couldn't speak and couldn't move his limbs.

But fortunately, Luo Ping didn't give him a bow to the overlord as he imagined, but he was thrown naked into the crowd outside, which also made him fall into a mess, and he almost vomited out the overnight meal.

Luo Ping pulled the clothes on his body, although the self-defense soldier just now was tall enough for his own man, but he still looked too small in front of Luo Ping, so that now Luo Ping's strong chest muscles were about to burst his buttons.

After adjusting his breathing for a while, Luo Ping tried his best to make himself look less burly, and his body was also a collarbone, becoming petite, and at the same time, he had to hold his chest high so that no one could see heresy.

Before coming, Luo Ping had studied the entire Prime Minister's Mansion, in addition to this backyard, there was a back garden inside, and then the residence, and as for which one Nakamura lived in, he didn't know much so far.

And on the third floor at this time, the prime minister looked at the depressed UAE prince, thinking that it would not be the same thing to go on like this, so he gestured to the UAE prince with his eyes, and finally asked the people around him to retreat and walked into an office with the UAE prince.

"Ahem, prince, I'll tell you a story, the story of Huaxia." The prime minister is in his fifties this year, and the UAE prince in front of him is only in his early twenties. ”

The Emirati prince was confused, staring at his translator with vacant eyes.

Obviously, he, the translator, had not heard the story of Huaxia either, and after a few awkward laughs, Zuihou motioned to the prime minister to tell an easy-to-understand story.

The prime minister was speechless for a while, secretly thinking that these people are really uneducated, and he is not as knowledgeable as these people, but now the matter in front of him must be solved, and after thinking about it, the prime minister finally thought of such an easy-to-understand example.

"So, do you think the Woodpecker series is better or the Tokyo Fever series is better?"

"Huh?" The prince of the UAE was stunned for a moment, then touched his cheeks in embarrassment, and said with a smile: "Your country's jishu is more comprehensive, while Europe's and the United States are closer to actual combat." ”

"Hehe, the prince is really knowledgeable." The prime minister secretly wiped a cold sweat, and then said with a smile: "You are the prince of the United Arab Emirates, and the girls you met before are generally similar to the woodpeckers, and you can grasp their preferences very well, but now you meet a girl similar to Tokyo Fever, of course, you can't come to the same set, do you understand?" ”

The personal bodyguards on both sides are high-quality talents, and the two translators are lovers of wolf friends who have read countless films, and they are simply impressed by the self-proclaimed and elegant prime minister just now.

The prince of the United Arab Emirates stroked the palm daxiao, something else is different, but he still knows a lot about the global communication barrier-free rì action movie, after such a comparison, he really understands some truth, before he treated those European, American and African girls, it was enough to use treasures, but now it is a rì girl, and he may not be reliable if he uses the same method.

As he thought about it, the prince's eyes grew brighter and brighter. He seemed to have thought of another way.

"I see, Prime Minister." The more the Emirati prince thought about it, the more excited he became, clapped his hands, and then stood up and greeted his baggage secretary.

The prince had a special luggage secretary, and this luggage secretary was tasked with taking care of his luggage every day, which was a dream job for many people.

"Take out the kimono I just made." The Emirati prince said, smashing it, smashing it, and his eyes looked at the belt of the tall bodyguard on the side.

The bodyguard's eyelids jumped, and goosebumps rose all over his body.

Ten minutes later, it was still Nakamura's bedroom, but the Emirati prince, who was dressed in gold just now, had become a slave at this moment.

The torn kimono, the belt that tightened the neck, and the beard that was still sāo.

It turned out that the prince's mind was too relatable, and he actually thought of that aspect, thinking of the unique tastes and shapes of Tokyo fever, so he dressed himself up as a male pig's foot.

Nakamura Noriko's empty eyes finally had a hint of movement, but there was contempt in those eyes, but he just rolled his eyes, and then he didn't move.

When the prince of the UAE saw that there was still no play, his head suddenly became big, and he could only come out again with a gray face.

The prime minister's back was already soaked with sweat, and he couldn't let the Emirati prince continue to make such a fuss, so he hurriedly pulled him aside and whispered a few words.

The Emirati's self-esteem has also been hit, and two consecutive blows have exhausted all his patience, for rich people like them, aiqing is just a regulator in life, so uncooperative with him, in the end, it still makes him angry.

So now the prime minister proposed such a method, all of a sudden hit his hands, soft can't work, then just get home, after arriving at home, do you still need to care about this girl's attitude?

Luo Ping secretly observed every move in the courtyard, although the outer courtyard was a little messy because of the shortage of manpower, but the defense in the house was very tight.

He has been finding the right time to prepare for the opportunity, but he has not had a chance to start, which makes him very distressed, and what is worse is that the weather is getting colder and colder, and the light snow that drifted before gradually becomes larger, and after a while, a thin layer of snowflakes has accumulated on Luo Ping's body, and after the snowflakes are stained with his clothes, due to the influence of body temperature, they gradually begin to melt into biting ice water Zuihou slowly penetrates into Luo Ping's arms, shoulders and thighs.

"Click, click!"

The creaking sound of the guards patrolling around them trampling on chūn snow is reminiscent of a story about chūn snow described in one of Yasunari Kawabata's novels.

It's a pity that Luo Ping doesn't have time to think about these things now, he gritted his teeth and almost relied on willpower to support, and he didn't know how long he could support himself here.

"It's not good, there are still people in front of them who still have oil bottles, and there are still bricks, urgently mobilize troops to avoid a bigger riot."

Just when Luo Ping was about to give up, there was an explosion in the front yard at this time, and then there were shouts and curses one after another, which seemed to be the revenge of the dead family members. Of course, the real cāo is now in a basement workshop in Shanghai.

With this, the whole situation escalated even further, and even alarmed many large foreign media in Tokyo, and for a time many media outlets made helicopters, which can be described as unprecedentedly huge.

This was tantamount to sending charcoal in the fire for Luo Ping, and after seeing several guards who had been guarding the garden being taken away, Luo Ping walked out of the shadows in a flash.

There were more than 20 guards here just now, and he couldn't speak, although he was wearing this uniform, it was only a matter of time before he was discovered, and he asked himself if he couldn't kill the more than 20 soldiers who were trained with guns and ammunition at the same time, so he had been waiting for an opportunity, and now seeing that there were less than ten people and the distance between them was widening, he knew that his opportunity had come.

After Luo Ping came out in a flash, he didn't attract the attention of others, and even those guards just looked at the sign on his chest, and then continued to patrol their own defense area.

The snow in the sky seems to be very lively, and it is getting more and more intense at this time, and even Zuihou and the two can't see each other's appearance even if they are two meters face to face. Although in previous years, there would be inverted chūn cold and snow at such times, but it had never fallen so much, it was like a cold winter wax moon.

The heavy snow that made Luo Ping grit his teeth and vomit blood angrily just now helped Luo Ping, making Luo Ping more leisurely and relaxed when he walked in the garden.

Originally, Luo Ping thought that he would not do it if he could not do it, but after seeing that there must be a sign to enter the main hall from the back garden, he suddenly squinted his eyes slightly, like a wild man walking in Siberia, quietly approaching the prey, and Zuihou was fatal.

"Everyone perform the task well, this matter can't be troubled, the army has received the order, and it will rush to support."

When the chief who came out of the main hall inspected it, Luo Ping stared at the other party, and stared at him tightly.

Soon the commander also felt a hint of strangeness, people have intuition, and for a soldier, this feeling is unusually keen, the commander turned his head like an old fox, and at the same time raised the gun in his hand.

There was nothing, and when he looked back, there was nothing, white and blank, and there were only a few soldiers standing guard in sight.

Just when the commander thought he was suspicious, he turned around and suddenly found a sentry standing directly across from him, startling him.

"You drip ......"

"Drop your sister!"

As soon as Luo Ping raised his hand, he pressed the chief's neck, and then the chief only felt that his whole body was numb, and he immediately collapsed, like a dead chicken.

As before, Luo Ping took off the commander's uniform completely in three strokes and two by two, of course, Luo Ping didn't do too much, and still left a pair of underwear for the other party, but I don't know if this underwear can ensure that the other party's little brother can survive this heavy snow that has not been encountered for decades. Luo Ping conservatively estimated that the possibility of retaining it was not very large, even if the other party was a people known for being 'small'.