Middle East, UAE

The heat had already spread across the land, but the scorching air under the sun did not shake the hearts of arms smugglers, which had been overrun by greed.

They sit in military jeeps bought from the black market, but the surface of the car is covered with hideous icons, which are intimidating.

The smugglers seemed to be so accustomed to guns in one hand and pokers in the other that some of them fell asleep on their seats with guns in their hands.

Suddenly, a smuggler seemed to see something ahead, he rubbed his eyes and looked back again. Yes, there is something that straddles this narrow road.

"Stop." The smuggler reached out of the window and shook his hands vigorously. However, just as he finished shaking his hand, suddenly something seemed to pass through his throat, and his body flew out of the car.

"Bang!" A gunshot, like a cavalryman, inserted into the atmosphere of this convoy.

"Enemy Attack !!" Each of the smugglers screamed, but as they roared, they wondered where the gunshots were fired.

Soon, they will not be confused. As the earth began to beat like a heart, they felt the vibration under their feet, and the off-road convoy speeding from the front of the road already made them tremble, and the roar in the air made them even more desperate. No one expected that an ordinary arms smuggling would become the last order in their lives.

Some of the smugglers wanted to lean out and shoot, but they were quickly killed by a single shot; There was one who wanted to get out of the car to find cover, but the car jumped off before it could stop, but it couldn't escape the favor of death.

The rest of the smugglers were desperate, and after being outflanked by many soldiers, they lowered their guns as if they had resigned themselves to their fate, and then held their heads in their hands.

After all the smugglers squatted down with their heads in their hands, a commander suddenly came out of the soldiers, and this commander looked at these smugglers who had lowered their heads with a serious face, and suddenly the corners of his mouth twitched, "Claire, when are you going to pretend, do you have to go to the prison to get you?" ”

A scruffy, unkempt man, who seemed to be a smuggler more than all the smugglers, rose from the crowd. He rubbed his shoulders, but he still had a standard facial features on his slightly dirty face, if it weren't for the black dust covering his face, I believe he could be regarded as a handsome guy with a little handsomeness.

The man known as Claire was expressionless, and the commander-like man nodded and walked behind the army. He didn't care about the murderous eyes of the smugglers from behind, as if the world had nothing to do with him.

It's really enough, every time I am sent to carry out this kind of bird mission, if it weren't for the slightly higher pay to be an undercover agent, the ghost would be willing to do this ghost work.

Xia Claire couldn't stop complaining in her heart, but she couldn't see anything in his actions or expressions. The soldiers on the road all saluted him, and their eyes with surprise and admiration kept looking at the spy king of the army.

Since crossing into this world, Xia Claire has found that this place seems to be no different from the original world, except that his identity has suddenly changed from a small special forces to an agent, and if he hadn't been blessed with a great life, he would have died in various missions.

However, with the continuous implementation of various tasks, he is gradually familiar with what he should do, so he is also constantly performing tasks, almost no vacation, it seems that the only vacation is the boss's wife is about to give birth, and he is given 2 days of standby leave. Fortunately, he is not a really dull person, and with his strong self-psychological ability to complain and his adaptability, this pressure is still drizzle for him.

Thinking of all kinds of thoughts that did not match his identity, Claire, who had already taken a shower, put on her military uniform and flew to the location of his boss in a helicopter.

The next day, early in the morning.

Claire stands in a luxurious office, and the antique style of the World War II era with the tall leather cushioned chair can easily give people a strong sense of oppression. I saw a soldier in military uniform with his chair facing away from Claire, as if a behind-the-scenes boss, Claire was not the first time to complain about this strange painting style in his heart, but every time he came in, he still couldn't help but complain in his heart, "Is this really my boss?" "Why do you want to laugh somehow?" ······

The boss didn't turn around, and a deep voice came from behind the chair: "You're doing a good job this time, Claire." But I didn't call you here for this purpose, I have two more things to tell you. 1. From now on, you are no longer my subordinate, and you have been divided into another system organizationally. 2. Your new boss asked you to go to Japan to do something through me. Specifically, he said that he will contact you when he comes to Japan. With that, the boss seemed to have pressed the pause button and said nothing.

Xia Claire knew that this was what his boss meant to let him out, so he walked to the airport with a blank face. To tell the truth, Claire is also full of resentment towards the unknown new boss, and she just asked him to carry out the mission, and no one can do without complaints.

But after a strong ideological struggle on the plane, he finally decided to take a look. If you continue to carry out the arduous work, for the party and the people, forgive me for taking the liberty of doing it, everyone here is a spicy chicken, 88 will quit; If you can apply for leave, then this matter is still negotiable.

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When she came out of the airport in the Japanese capital, Xia Claire stepped off the plane with a cold face, but she was a little excited in her heart, and finally ...... Finally came to the legendary island country, think about the four years since he crossed over, he has never been to the metropolis, except for the man is the man, and if he stays, he is afraid that he will not even be able to distinguish his sexual interest. Now, he has come to the place that was once dreamed of by the male compatriots of the Chinese mainland, which is exciting to think about. He lifted the frame of his sunglasses that had slipped off the bridge of his nose and walked to the contact point where his former boss had asked him to go.

On the way, Claire seemed to casually glance at the wonders around her, and the contrast between what she had experienced and what she had seen and heard today was starkly contrasting. The pedestrians on the road looked at his old-fashioned dress, and their eyes were more or less disdainful. Claire didn't care, and continued to observe the cherry blossom capital.

Suddenly, as if he had noticed something unusual, he stepped forward and looked at a telephone pole on the side of the road. This magical pole has the same configuration as the Chinese pole, and Claire stares at the content on the pole: "Full-time infertility." "If it's a man, it's going to use the little blue pill." Uh, I made a mistake, it's not this.

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Claire noticed that the singer's name seemed a little familiar, and then thought of the names of the ace units of the Brazilian special forces that she had heard before. His face turned a rare pale, could it be that I had traveled to the world of The King of the fighters?