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The city of Athens at two o'clock in the morning.

The temperature of 19 degrees Celsius, coupled with the humid and cold sea breeze, really makes people feel more terrible than the cold winter in northern China.

Li Nannan shuddered involuntarily.

I often hear people say that after a man has just finished having sex, it is best not to be stimulated by any cold, otherwise it is easy to fall into evil spirits and be so sick that he wants to die.

Li Nannan was deeply touched by this.

I think when I was in Qingshan, under a certain crooked neck tree, I carried out an invisible whipping of the star god who was still a little arrogant at that time.

It was pretty cool at the time.

But the next day, he deeply felt what it means to be terminally ill.

The evil qi entered his body, and he was in pain.

I still remember that experience.

To be honest, he really didn't want to do it again.

But there are some things that have to be done in the middle of the night and in the early hours of the morning, and there is no way to go out when you are not done with that kind of thing.

It's just because there are few Chinese men who can resist the temptation of a white girl with blond hair and blue eyes and a devilish body.

For three whole days, different patterns were changed.

It can always arouse a man's most primitive impulse when you are defenseless.

Such a woman cannot be said to be a goblin, but only - a man's nemesis.

If it weren't for the fact that he really cared about having important things to do, Li Nannan would have liked to live in this Athenian city for a long time, be a goddess man, and live happily.

Forget it, it's useless to talk about it.

has already come out, can you still delay the business for those things in bed?

The dim street lights, on the long street where there is no price change in sight, stretch out, and do not illuminate many places, but they can clearly feel the depression of the city.

The population was already small, and the Athenian people had long lost their faith in struggle under the high social welfare benefits, and they never knew what hunger was like, so they would not run out in the middle of the night to find food.

Even if there are beggars here, it is a performance artist who receives a fixed allowance every month and only likes to sleep on the street.

Walk the streets.

Li Nannan walked until the light rain fell in the sky, and finally saw a café that was open 24 hours a day.

That's right, it should be here.

At the door of the café, two regular Greek police comrades would stand under the street lamps all night, staring at the building opposite the café.

Every now and then, some people will come out of the building.

The man is either the driver who beckons to the queen, hugs the pretty girl left and right, gets in the car and leaves.

Or, just put on a hat and a scarf, and don't dare to open the umbrella easily, wrap your whole person in a state that even your own mother can't recognize, and leave quickly.

And the women who came out of the building went straight to the café opposite, ordered a cup of coffee and sat there quietly.

Until—

A new man enters the café and takes the coffee in front of them, taking their people with them.

It's a strange scene.

But it truly reflects that the kind of pornography, gambling and drug business in some European countries is also unique.

No one can say that they are doing some dirty deal with money and body.

After all, men spend the money they pay for coffee.

And what women want is the enjoyment of drinking coffee.

When Li Nannan walked into the café, he definitely attracted the attention of countless women in the store.

There is no need to look at anything else, just look at Boss Li's figure.

Many of the warblers and Yanyan, who were obviously not in the mood to receive guests, regained their crystal clear look in their eyes, and some even took the initiative to raise the coffee cup in their hands in an attempt to attract Li Nannan's attention.

After all, it was already the second half of the night.

In the first half of the night, I experienced so many three-second male frustrations.

The money has been almost earned, and they prefer to have both mental and physical happiness.

Li Nannan is obviously a man who can make them happy.

Don't ask them why they can see this at a glance.

After all, people are professionals.

It is all about many years of experience that have supported them to live happily until now.

It's a pity that Li Nanfang obviously doesn't have much feeling for the warbler Yanyan here.

It's just that his body has been squeezed out of shape.

How to describe it?

It's a joke.

A certain dick has been chasing school flowers for many years, and finally the night before graduation, he finally came to the small hotel room of his dreams with the goddess in his heart.

In the frosted glass bathroom, there is the goddess of the school flower who is taking a bath.

Sitting on the bed in the room, the dick thinks back to the experience provided by the roommate, and determines that when all men do that kind of thing for the first time, it is easy to cum in three seconds.

In order to leave a "lasting" good impression in the heart of the goddess.

Dick Si decides,Mast first,After relieving the stimulation,Then do the real work。

So he shot at the pretty figure in the bathroom and shot at the wall of the room.

When the children and grandchildren flowed down the wall, Dick Si suddenly felt that the school flower was like that.

With unprecedented tranquility, I lifted my pants, didn't even say hello, and opened the door to leave.

In the end, only the school girl with a bath towel was left, alone in the room, blowing the air conditioner messy.

Li Nannan's current state is probably like this.

However, one thing is for sure, Ye Xiaodao is definitely the roommate who dodged in after Dick Si left the school flower room at the moment.

Dao Ye hugged the two pretty girls left and right, walked out of the palatial hotel opposite, returned to the café without pause, just glanced at Li Nannan from a distance, then turned his head and picked up two cups of coffee, turned around and walked to the opposite side of the café.

"Hehe, sooner or later, she will die on the belly of a woman."

Li Nannan pursed his lips and expressed his strong contempt for the sword master.

Then, I chose the corner of the café and sat down.

All the women who tried to get Li Nannan's attention were extremely disappointed.

But soon, their disappointment was diluted by other things.

Tonight, the business of the café is exceptionally good, and who cares too much about a scumbag who has no interest in women.

Li Nannan, on the other hand, is like a homeless man sleeping on a chair, with his head lowered, his eyelids on the stage, and his eyes fixed in the direction that is exactly the room behind the counter of the café.

The door is closed.

Li Nannan couldn't see the scene inside the room, but he had heard about the furnishings inside.

If you look at this room with a purely artistic eye, it can be said to be absolutely unaesthetically unpleasing.

If you understand it from the perspective of practicality, the room has no value at all, you can't live, you can't lie down, and you don't even have a seat.

Seriously, it's more like a warehouse.

Dim lighting, rows of bookshelves, the first row of shelves filled with various documents and books, the second row of all kinds of bottles and cans.

The contents of the transparent glass jar are not too unusual.

Ears, tongues, noses, eyes, fingers, soles, female breasts, male roots, if there were crazy biologists here, take out all the contents of the bottles and cans, and they would definitely be able to piece it together into a mixed football team.

Quite a scary place.

If Li Nannan and the others hadn't seriously investigated, they wouldn't have believed that this small storage room was the headquarters of the legendary Rodman Killer Organization.

The contents of those bottles and cans are the evidence that Rodman's killers brought back after completing their mission.

In the middle of the warehouse, on a large red wine barrel, Mr. Manda, the leader of the Rodman Killer Organization, gently shook the red wine glass in his hand and smiled at Charlie opposite.

"Mr. Charlie, it's a pleasure to work with you, Interpol. This incident should be recorded in history. You are the truly enlightened person in the Interpol team. ”

Quite flattering words.

Listening to it will only make people feel disgusting.

However, Charlie doesn't care about anything disgusting or disgusting, he doesn't even care about being known that he is an Interpol and wants to secretly meet with the boss of the killer organization in private.

Not to catch anyone.

Instead, ask for the help of the killer organization.

Help them kill individuals.

A few days ago, the psychological shadow caused by the black ghost to these Interpol and US imperialist federal agents is too great.

More than 30 people, under full vigilance, were collectively controlled, stripped naked and thrown in front of the US imperialist embassy.

All the photographs were disseminated around the world through Greek media and newspapers.

It is conceivable that at this time yesterday, in the entire Interpol headquarters of the United States imperialism, the newspapers in everyone's hands were full of "sexy" photos of Charlie making headlines.

Shame, failure.

Charlie's quest to hunt down the Black Ghost has met with an unprecedented failure.

So, he began to do whatever it takes.

"Dear Mr. Manda, this time I have brought the utmost sincerity to achieve cooperation between our two sides, and even caused a fierce factional conflict at Interpol headquarters.

I don't ask for anything else.

I just want black ghosts, dead or alive.

As long as the black ghost is in my hands, the Rodman Killer Organization will officially become a branch of the Federal General Bureau of the United States Imperialism.

Your actions all over the world can be helped by Interpol.

Your weapons and equipment can also be obtained directly from Interpol.

However, if you can't get the Black Ghost.

With all due respect.

The worst enemy of the Rodman Killers will become Interpol.

If you explain it this way, Mr. Manda, you should understand it enough, right? ”

Charlie's tone was extremely heavy.

But Manda didn't care about these at all, still sipping the red wine lightly, and said lightly: "In my dictionary, there is never the word failure." ”

Absolute self-confidence.

This is a word that only a person who can stand on the top of the pyramid of the killer world is qualified to say.

It was also this sentence that made Charlie's face finally bloom with a smile.

"Then I wish us a happy cooperation."

"Okay, nice to work with."

The wine glasses clashed, and Charlie drank the sweetest drink he thought he had ever drunk in his life, reached for the scarf he placed next to him, and completely wrapped his face.

"Mr. Manda, please allow me to go outside and drink your two cups of coffee."

"Hahaha, Mr. Charlie, your coffee will always be free with me."

Men know what it means to laugh.

Charlie turned, bypassed the large bookshelves, and pulled the door open.

Everyone's attention shifted with the creak of the door.

Charlie strode through the café like a rooster rekindled in flames, and finally stopped somewhere.

This is a woman who obviously has a beautiful face in the East, and Charlie hates the black ghost belonging to the Oriental, so he wants to vent his anger on the things that ravage the Oriental woman.

However, when he reached for the cup of coffee.

But—caught up.

The coffee cups that were still on the table a few seconds ago disappeared as if by magic.

Charlie was slightly stunned.

I saw a man dressed exactly like him, holding a coffee cup to block the eyes of the Oriental girl.

"Beauty, don't look."

The voice fell.

Gunshots rang out.