Chapter 0297: Secretly Fighting
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I think Mrs. Jones is right, the so-called sunny with an umbrella, full of dry food, on the endless sea, when the clouds open and the sun rises, every drop of water can really save a life.
Mrs. Jones took the bladder, took a sip of it, and swallowed it into her stomach, and I followed her example, gargling and eating breakfast.
Fortunately, because of the double practice for one night, not only are our stomachs not hungry, but at least now we are more energetic than usual.
Waiting is always an anxious and boring thing, and waiting for the morning fog to clear on this humid reef is an unimaginable ordeal.
I was so bored that I sat on a reef, and I always glanced at Mrs. Jones's bra and shorts hanging on the reef, consciously or unconsciously, wondering if it was my mental problem or if her things were too brightly colored.
Mrs. Jones sat down next to me, followed my gaze at her own things, and suddenly smiled, "Zhang, what are you doing watching them all the time when you don't look at their owners here?" β
Mrs. Jones sat upwind of me, and after a night of tossing, the smell of perfume on her body had disappeared, and the makeup on her face was gone, but after a night of double cultivation, her complexion was not as bright as after the makeup, but it was also very beautiful.
I don't know what other men do, anyway, white-skinned women have an irresistible attraction to me, in our hometown, there is also a saying that women "cover three ugliness with one white", Leng Xin can attract me mainly because her skin is surprisingly white, but compared with Mrs. Jones, it is not the same.
After all, Mrs. Jones is Caucasian.
In addition to the white skin that makes me unable to control myself, some of her style and natural temperament are somewhat similar to Lu Yuxin and Qian Ying, mature, courageous, although she knows martial arts, but her bones also reflect the gentleness of a woman's nature, which is what I like more.
I put my hand on her shoulder, and she leaned into my arms, and I asked, "By the way, Mrs. Jones, do you have something to do with me?" β
Mrs. Jones said: "I am an Interpol police officer, Aoki is my informant, he reported to me after developing you, saying that you are a very malleable middle school student, at first I also angrily scolded him for exposing himself, but when I saw you in the entertainment world the day before yesterday, I was conquered, your appearance is simple, you can almost deceive everyone's eyes, so I immediately took you away, and at the same time asked Jones to destroy the surveillance video inside, so as not to make people suspect that you have something to do with me." β
I smiled and said, "What is simple on the outside, but purer on the inside." β
"Really?" Mrs. Jones smiled slightly: "Originally, I thought that yesterday was your first time, but then I found out that your anger is not pure, and it seems that you have had many women." β
My cheeks were crimson when she said it, and of course I immediately fought back: "Your yin qi doesn't seem to be pure, at least your husband won't be the only man, right?" β
Mrs. Jones said unabashedly: "As a woman who often performs special tasks, the body is not only our natural weapon, but also our last cover for self-protection, and I have at least no feelings for other men except my husband, because of physical contact, which is more important than anything else." β
"What about me?" I asked, "When you faced me yesterday, did you use your body as a weapon or a cover?" β
Mrs. Jones smiled: "Our encounter is a kind of fate, like the lightning that streaked across the sky yesterday, although it was short, but it was brilliant. β
It seems that when Mrs. Jones was young, she was still a literary Lori, not only knew the languages of at least three countries, but also had martial arts and erudition, and a bit of poetic literary and artistic style.
In particular, she can put herself in the right position, interact with different men, and have different role positioning, but she will never forget that Jones is her husband, unlike domestic women, who are overflowing with feelings at every turn, either divorce themselves, or let others abandon their wives and children, making chickens and dogs jump, and several families are not at peace. It's no wonder that when I was in China, even the scammers would say that when I was in China, even those scammers would say - let's have fun without affecting the family.
It can be seen that in China, whether it is a man or a woman, there are many people who play with scattered families.
I smiled and said, "I hope I'm a lightning bolt that appears in the sky of your life for a relatively long time." β
Jones smiled sheepishly: "Your persistence, I've already appreciated, it's really great!" β
As she spoke, she craned her neck, I lowered my head, and we had another deep and long kiss.
"By the way," I let go of her and asked, "You asked your husband to delete our video, but the Kameda Police Department of the Metropolitan Police Department still saw it, and found Murakamisha with this, and almost killed me." β
Then, I described to Mrs. Jones the thrilling scene in Murakirachi's living room yesterday.
After hearing this, Mrs. Jones sighed: "Alas, no wonder Aoki died in an accident, it seems that Aoki has already suspected your identity." β
Originally, I didn't talk about the back, but when I narrated the scene in the living room, I didn't mention Aoki. Hearing her judgment, I was puzzled and asked, "I didn't mention Mr. Aoki at the time, how did you know that Ichiro Muramura knew my identity?" β
Mrs. Jones laughed: "You are still too young to understand many things, and of course, it has to do with the experience of life." In fact, all criminals and law enforcement officers all over the world have a common principle, that is, mortals would rather believe what they have than what they don't. It's like someone suddenly telling me that you are the biggest murderer in the world, I will definitely think that there is no wind and no waves, as for whether you are really or not, I will investigate and test you in the future, but before the results come out, I will still treat you as a murderer to prevent it. β
I fainted to death, and I saw that they used the method of inference of guilt, but fortunately, I later admitted it in front of Ichiro Mumura, otherwise I am afraid he would not trust me so much.
But when I first thought about this, I was a little worried, Murakami Ichiro probably wouldn't trust me as much as he showed, so I gave him a guilty presumption method, and I actually believed what Aaron said, he just used me as a tool to use.
I then asked Mrs. Jones, "You haven't said what you're looking for me for?" β
"After seeing the news of Aoki's accident in the afternoon, I was really surprised, because our action yesterday was against the Watanabe Group, and it has nothing to do with Murakami, it seems that everything is because you appeared in the entertainment world, Murakami Ichiro believes that you and I are connected, or as long as Aoki dies, I will definitely connect with you, between Aoki and you, he chose you who is easier to control, and let Aoki die!"
Her words are really good, Murakami did repeatedly confirm my feelings and opinions about Mrs. Jones before making that phone call with Gangcun, but what I don't understand is that before I appeared, Murakami knew that Aoki was an undercover agent of Interpol, why didn't he think of getting rid of him?
"This ......," I said, "Mrs. Jones, you are probably mistaken, in my conversation with Ichiro Murakami, he seems to have known that Aoki is your downline, and even said that Aoki is a hero who was dragged into the water by you, and his death doesn't seem to have anything to do with my appearance, right?" β
Mrs. Jones laughed, "That's where your childishness comes in. Now like you, did Aoki say, let you wait for me to connect with you, and then let you be my downline, it looks like you are the undercover agent I sent to him, or it is better to say that he sent you to my side, right? β
I asked rhetorically, "Isn't it?" β
"It seems to be true, but if one day, I am in the Murakami Club again, or you develop another downline in the Murakami Club, and that downline is someone Murakami Ichiro thinks is more reliable and easy to control than you, then Aoki's today is your tomorrow!"
I scratched the back of my head a little blindfolded.
Seeing that I didn't understand, Mrs. Jones went on to explain, "Since I used the same person as him to be an undercover agent, how can he believe that you are absolutely loyal to him?" For example, now, if I were to find out about him from you, would you still not tell me? His philosophy is very simple, if you can use it for him, you will definitely be able to use it for me, he has never regarded you as the most trusted person, but as a platform for him and me, or with Interpol to compete secretly, and this platform should not be too much, after the new platform is established, he must destroy the old platform. When Aoki became my informant, why didn't Ichiro Murakami know? Wouldn't it be terrible if he got rid of Aoki before you showed up, and if we were to go down the line within his organization, he wouldn't even know who it was? β
I finally understood: "Now he knows that I may become your downline, and he feels that Aoki is becoming more and more difficult to control, so he will get rid of Aoki, and because you have me as a downline, you will no longer risk developing others, and he can instead use me to compete with you, or Interpol, in order to protect himself?" β
Mrs. Jones nodded, "You can teach!" "Mobile phone users, please browse m. to read, a better reading experience.