Samara lay lazily on the couch, his hands on the half-drooping white powder, his greedy nostrils sniffing, his face intoxicated, his face moaning, licking his tongue, rubbing his body, his legs rubbing each other vigorously, his cheeks crimson.

"In the early hours of this morning, a terrorist attack occurred at the Mövenpick Hotel in Basra, leaving 43 people dead and 73 missing..."

"The sword-wielder of the terrorist organization has been held accountable for this matter!"

The hostess in the TV said solemnly.

…

Samara opened his eyelids tiredly, which sucked the powder, his head was still a little unresponsive, and his eyes were confused for a long time before he gradually opened his eyes, sighed softly, sat up, and frowned: "Mövenpick Hotel?" ”

That little man seems to live here, right?

"You don't have to do anything." She muttered to herself, paused, and seemed to say to herself, "I just care about my business." ”

"Knock knock..."

At this moment, there was a slight knock on the door, and Samara pulled a piece of lace to cover his body, "Come in." ”

A little brother hunched his waist, raised his head gently, glanced at the curvaceous figure, hurriedly lowered his head and did not dare to look more, Samara is famous in Basra, "Big sister, the Chinese are here." ”

"Oh?"

Samara's eyes lit up, his legs quickly exchanged, and a touch of scenery flashed, "Invite them in." ”

After the younger brother slowly withdrew from the hall, Samara smiled slyly, deliberately pulled holes in the important points of the lace clothes, and when he heard the footsteps, he leaned back in a charming manner.

"Samara... I rub! Gao Jun just walked in, originally wanted to say hello politely, who knew that when he saw this scene, he instantly burst into foul language, his eyes were bloodshot, there was a lack of oxygen in his brain, and he couldn't help but start to have a physiological reaction.

It's that the old Taoist priest couldn't stand it at first, but when he looked at Samara's face, he was not interested in stripping naked!

He gently pulled down Gao Jun's sleeve and glanced at his mouth in Chinese: "This lady wants to double cultivate with you?" ”

"Don't talk nonsense... Maybe it's too hot? Gao Jun touched his chin and retorted, walked to the edge of the sofa, and looked at it unscrupulously, unabashedly the aggressiveness in his eyes.

What men pursue all their lives is nothing more than three things: "power, money, and women!" ”

"Want to touch it?" Samara asked teasingly.

"You're playing with fire, woman!" Gao Jun reached through the lace skirt and stroked it.

Samara's eyes were like silk, and he exhaled blue breath, "I want to play with you!" ”

It's all so proactive, who can stand it? Regardless of whether she is ugly or beautiful, Gao Jun was rude and hugged a princess, and walked to a side room not far away in the surprised eyes of the old Taoist, and after a while, a euphemistic wail sounded.

"Fuck you, uncle!"

The old Taoist priest hated it so much that he really wanted to take out a grenade and throw it in it and send the dog man and woman to heaven!

He gritted his teeth, covered his ears, and ran out to smoke, out of sight and out of mind.

"Would you like to try mine?" Samara looked up and smiled, opening the cigarette case on the bedside table and gesturing.

Gao Jun curiously took out one, put it under his nose and sniffed it carefully, his eyebrows jumped slightly, and his face darkened: "You smoke this?" ”

He smelled the smell of marijuana from inside, when he was in his hometown, someone in the next village secretly planted it in the mountains, this smell, he will not forget!

"There's nothing that makes you flutter... Men always betray, and only it can make me! Seeing Gao Jun's displeased, Samara also got up from his arms, smiled lightly, and put the cigarette in his mouth.

Before he could light the cigarette, Gao Jun stretched out his hand and snatched it, "I don't want my woman to be infected with this kind of thing!" ”

Samara was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Little man, I don't belong to you, I will never belong to any man in my life!" ”

She lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and shook her mouth proudly: "I belong to freedom, and I also belong to the Iraqi gang!" ”

Gao Jun smoked a cigarette in a dull manner, and only after finishing the lion did he ask in a hoarse voice, "Is what I want ready?" ”

Samara got up from the bed, didn't have an inch, walked to a safe, turned the code a few times, took out a file bag from it, and threw it to Gao Jun: "Everything you want is inside, what about my arms?" ”

"I'll take it with me in Dubai for a week, and in a week, you can come to Baghdad and find me." Gao Jun quickly got dressed, took a few glances at the file, and after making sure that there was no problem, he waved his hand and left without looking back.

"Stinky man! When I'm X? ”

Samara trembled with anger behind him, picked up the pillow and smashed it,

……

After walking out of the factory, Gao Jun saw the sleeping old Taoist priest nestled outside.

"Wake up!" He lightly kicked it with his toes.

The old Taoist priest frowned, yawned, glanced at Gao Jun, and asked casually, "Have you gone to bed?" ”

"You stink!" Gao Jun smashed the file bag on him vigorously, "Take your certificate, we don't have much time, we have to rush to the airport, take a look at the car, can you steal it?" He pointed to a Land Rover Defender.

"Look at me!" The old Taoist priest walked over, glanced around a few times, and then pried the car door and got in.

Between gasps, he saw two headlights turn on, Gao Jun was stunned, hurriedly trotted over, and jumped on the seat: "Yes!" With this technology, I am not afraid of starvation in the future... Next time, I'll take you for a walk around New York. ”

New York is home to the world's largest car theft syndicate, and every day 911 receives dozens of calls from the police about the theft of luxury cars.

The old Taoist priest shook off his beard triumphantly and staggered towards Basra International Airport.

…

Samara's ability is really not small, this identity certificate can really be used, the fake identity of the old Taoist priest is an Iraqi Chinese, his name is Su Dongpo, he went to Dubai to do business, the inspectors looked at it several times, and they didn't see any clues, so they let it go.

Dubai does not allow guns to enter the country, and the men's weapons and equipment are kept at the airport, for which they pay close to $1,000.

It is also an Arab country, and it only takes four or five hours to get from Basra to Dubai.

When the plane stopped safely at Dubai International Airport, everyone on board applauded consciously to express their gratitude to the captain for the safe flight.

Walking out of the terminal, Gao Jun took a deep breath greedily and was in a good mood: "The air here is much better than in Iraq." ”

At least there is no scorched smell of gunpowder in the air, and there is no strong blood, and when you look up here, there are endless skyscrapers, and the taxis outside are hung in four circles, and the breath of local tyrants comes from the surface.

"Hey! Chinese? ”

Just as Gao Jun and the old Taoist priest were dazzled, there was an excited greeting from the side.