The two UZI are clearly modified, with an elongated magazine and a smaller body. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoAfter assembling the two UZIs, Hou Dasheng checked the magazine again, "click~", and clamped the two UZI into the holsters on his body.

Two M1911 Commander Editions were assembled lightly by Hou Dasheng. Four UZI magazines, two M1911 magazines were tucked into the belt around the waist. Put the suit back on and put on an overcoat over it. It was almost impossible to see that Hou Dasheng was loaded with these things that were enough to kill people.

Turning off the light in the room lightly, Hou Dasheng glanced at the street. By this time, he had changed into a short trench coat. Gray, the inner suit was replaced by a sweater. Just if you look closely, you will notice that a small piece of the sweater seems to be able to be pulled apart. Inside, it's the holster.

Hou Dasheng's hair color also turned golden, and his pupils turned blue. The complexion is wheat-colored, and it looks like a middle-class person who has a good life and can often travel. You don't know that this is a crazy, ruthless jackal that kills people.

Gently open the window and walk out onto the dark balcony. Hou Dasheng glanced from the balcony, and then measured the length to the ground. Then he went back to the room, took out a piece of rope from the box, and made an escape rope on the balcony.

Then he went back to the house and locked the balcony door. Put your suitcase away and double-check that there are no problems. Hou Dasheng opened the door and walked out slowly. Walked through the porch and got on the elevator. Soon Hou Dasheng left the hotel and came to the street.

Tightening his windbreaker, Hou Dasheng walked to the center of the street like an ordinary office worker carrying a bag. I found a café that looked good, told the other party in that mellow Oxford accent that I wanted some toast and blood sausage, and sat on a chair and looked out the window in the other party's respectful eyes, looking like a typical English gentleman.

Oxford Dialect, ReceivedPronunciation - Standard pronunciation. It is a pronunciation that indicates social status and shows one's superiority in south-central English England. This pattern of English pronunciation used to be used in public schools including Oxford, Cambridge...... and other popular pronunciation patterns in colleges and universities.

It has also been adopted by the BBC as the standard pronunciation pattern for English. Before, Hou Dasheng was taught the London accent by the jackals. That kind of voice is derived from the pronunciation pattern of the East End workers in the past in London. The two tones actually distinguish between the two classes.

The Oxford accent is more of an accent pattern used by the wealthy class. It fits very well with Hou Dasheng's identity now, an office worker who seems to be living a good life. An income is considered to be a relatively high group of people in the London area.

And the words of the London dialect, on the one hand, mean poverty. On the other hand, it involves more of a certain amount of slang. This is also one of the reasons why jackals taught Hou Dasheng London dialect at that time, and jackals basically deal with that kind of people. You're going to have to make a fuss about Oxford, it's weird.

Hou Dasheng raised his eyes and glanced at the street opposite, then quietly picked up a newspaper placed on the side of the menu and read it. Two blocks away, this is where the giant wolf lives on weekdays. When they were on vacation, the giant wolf used to bring them here.

Since it was the giant wolf who had a problem here, there must have been traces around his house. Whether the giant wolf was killed or hidden. His house will definitely be monitored by the other party. Hou Dasheng wouldn't touch the nail, but he needed someone to touch it.

A sumptuous English morning tea was quickly delivered to Hou Dasheng. After saying thank you, Hou Dasheng began to eat. He ate not slowly, but not quickly, and when he was done, he called the waiter to pay the bill and put down the tip. Smiling and saying goodbye to the waiter, Hou Dasheng walked on the street again.

Walking through a block, Hou Dasheng, who squinted his eyes, saw himself on the balcony of the hotel. He walked to a ready-to-wear store across the street and bought a set of clothes. Then let the other party send it to his house at this time tomorrow. And after payment, a little more was tipped up.

The London girl, who looked to be about twenty-three or four, seemed to be very satisfied, and kept smiling at Hou Dasheng. And hope that Hou Dasheng can leave contact information. What Hou Dasheng filled in was the phone number of the giant wolf's house. But there have been some problems with the phone recently, and sometimes it doesn't ring. I've found someone to fix it, and I've also complained about the slow service in London.

The salesman agrees with this. Hou Dasheng said with a smile that there are people in the family. You may not be able to hear the phone, but you can just send it to you. There will be someone at home to receive it, and if no one answers, just put the suit in the box at the door. The smiling salesman said yes, and reluctantly watched Hou Dasheng leave the store.

Walking around the neighborhood, Hou Dasheng casually coped with an afternoon meal. With his briefcase in his hand, he walked into the shadows of a building alley in the setting sun. As he emerged from the shadows, he was back to the gray-haired, hook-nosed, middle-aged man he had been in London before.

He spoke in a London accent and bought some bread and water back to the hotel. After checking the secret notes he had left behind and making sure that no one had entered his room, he rested quietly in his room. In the morning, he no longer stepped out of the door. Instead, he took out a pair of binoculars from inside the large leather suitcase.

Coming to the balcony, Hou Dasheng set up the telescope through the curtain and began to observe the shop. In the middle of the day, he drank some water and ate some bread. But never left the telescope. In the morning, everything seemed to be calm. By noon, four or five men in black suits and caps appeared in front of the ready-to-wear store in a regular Rover 25 sedan.

After getting out of the car, three of the men stood in the doorway, looking around warily. The remaining two men walked into the store with their hats drawn. The corners of Hou Dasheng's mouth hooked up a smile, and the person he was waiting for came. saw that he quickly changed into a black suit, and his hair turned chestnut.

At the same time, the pupils turned light gray, and the holster of the gun was placed on the back. Hou Dasheng walked out of the hotel and soon came to a fast food restaurant about 30 meters away from the upper right corner opposite the ready-to-wear store. In his London accent, he asked for some fish and chips. I also asked for a beer.

Just like an ordinary middle and lower class London, Hou Dasheng just ate on the street. His eyes swept to the three men in the ready-to-wear store. His appearance made the three men notice as well. But the other party just glanced at him and saw him eating fish and chips on the side of the road. Looking at his clothes and hair color, he directly ignored it.

After a while, the two men who entered the ready-to-wear store walked out with gloomy faces. saw the five of them board the car, and then the car slowly left the ready-to-wear store. Hou Dasheng didn't follow, he glanced at the license plate and then unhurriedly finished eating the chips and fried fish in his hand. After drinking the beer, I walked through the ready-to-wear store seemingly casually.

Through the window, Hou Dasheng saw the saleswoman who had greeted him with a smile with tears and horror on her face. Holding a note in his hand, he couldn't stop shaking......