Originally, I was going to call Lu Yuxin, but Mrs. Jones's amazing performance attracted my attention, and besides, listening to Miyamoto Idai, she didn't think to make a move tonight, so I didn't rush to make the call.

The constant screams of onlookers soon attracted the attention of the security guards, who crowded into the crowd to see that the screen of the game console already showed that Mrs. Jones had more than 100,000 chips.

For a big field like the Shinkansen, not to mention 100,000, even if it is millions, it should be no problem, but the problem is that Mrs. Jones is so messed up, everyone else doesn't play, and they all come over to watch, giving people the feeling that she seems to be deliberately coming to play the field.

I noticed that one of the security guards, without saying a word, squeezed out of the crowd, walked to the chip exchange and pressed a button, and after a while, through the side door on the second floor, more than twenty people came in at once.

Unlike other tourists, they are all eighteen or nineteen years old, uniformly dressed in stand-up collar youth clothes, and they are all island people, quietly squeezing into the crowd of onlookers.

I touched Mrs. Jones lightly, and Mrs. Jones looked back at me, and just turned her face away, and then looked back sharply at me, as if she had seen me somewhere, but I preferred to think that she was smitten by my handsomeness.

Because I noticed that everyone around me seemed to be shorter than her, only I was just half a head taller than her.

Some onlookers were also keenly aware that the young people were going to cause trouble when they arrived, and everyone began to disperse.

Mrs. Jones was not only pretty, but also a shrewd woman, and she should not be blind to the situation around her, but she seemed to really turn a blind eye, smiled at me, and shook her head, which meant to let me pat it.

I smiled and shook my head, she reached out and "snapped", and the moment she crossed the finish line as the horse raced on the screen, the music of victory played again, and her chips became 200,000.

"Oh, Maika!" Mrs. Jones reached out and slapped her, as if she couldn't help but suddenly turn around, put her arms around me and kissed me.

I was stunned, was she so excited that she didn't know what her last name was, or did she deliberately tease me?

This is the difference between women and men, whether at home or abroad, as long as a woman with a bit of grace takes the initiative to kiss a strange man, there are probably very few men who are kissed will be like me with a veiled face, and more people are either taking the opportunity to kiss or are ecstatic.

But on the other hand, a man goes to kiss a strange woman and trys.

At this time, Mrs. Jones seemed to realize that the tourists from all over the world who began to gather around her had become all young people from the island country, and all of them were expressionless.

"What, what's wrong?"

I couldn't understand what she was asking, I guess that's what it meant, and she spoke island Chinese, but the young people looked at each other coldly, but no one answered.

I also looked around, and except for me and Mrs. Jones, there were almost all the expressionless young men around, who seemed to think I was one of Mrs. Jones's group.

To make matters worse, Mrs. Jones actually smiled at them, put her arm around my waist, pulled me to the console, and clicked all the chips in, followed by another beat, and the $200,000 chips were doubled again as the music of victory began.

This is a big problem.

What's more, it had nothing to do with me at all, but I felt my heart sink suddenly.

No, almost instantly, I noticed the floor sinking beneath my feet.

The second Olympics, there is also a dark grid here?

I was about to take Mrs. Jones's arm and lift it up, but as the floor sank, the dozen or so young men on the outermost floor did not move, and seven or eight young men who were close to us were sinking with us.

With them by the side, I'm not afraid, and there are seven or eight people who will die, but I believe that the heads of the Watanabe group have not been watered, and they will not bury so many people for hundreds of thousands of dollars at once.

As soon as we sank down the floor, a slab spun up on top to fill in our gaps, and I think the purpose of the dozen or so people blocking the view of the other guests was to prevent them from realizing that we had disappeared, and that they would certainly put up the game consoles and chairs that had been lowered with us in the shortest possible time.

And just as we were descending, Mrs. Jones took out her phone and pressed it, but did not speak.

We were lowered to a space of more than twenty square meters, which was large but low, and I could touch the roof with just my hand raised. The young people around us flashed to the sides quietly, and through the gap they had made out of the way, I saw a person in front of me, sitting in a folding chair, engrossed in a game on his phone.

I glanced at Mrs. Jones, and met her glance at me, and I thought she was terrified, but she was calmer than I was, as if nothing had happened, or what was happening in front of her, as if she had expected it.

Seeing that she was so calm, she seemed to be the same as the Western version of Lu Yuxin, I became more confident, and at first I was worried that if I made a move, she would become a burden to me, but now I think it shouldn't be.

And just now she took out her mobile phone and pressed the button, which made me realize that she was calling her companion, I heard Miyamoto Idai say that her husband is an officer of the United States Marine Corps, could it be that the United States Marine Corps has an operation against this place tonight?

I turned my face and stared intently at the man sitting in the chair playing with his phone, feeling a little familiar. And the pair suddenly fell from the ceiling, and many people were unseen, and continued to play his game.

I thought: Okay, you can pretend, labor and management want to see how long you can pretend.

"Dio!"

The goods suddenly took a sip.,Obviously a mistake failed to complete the game.,Then I stuffed the phone into my pocket.,Raise your eyes while getting up.,I looked.,It's really not a rivalry.,The goods are actually Yoshio Nishikawa.。

Yoshio Nishikawa's gaze swept over my face and stopped directly on Mrs. Jones's face, whose beauty lit up her eyes.

But at this moment, he suddenly remembered who I was, his eyes turned to look at me in horror, and while waving his hands, he shouted, I don't understand what is said, but it is estimated that it is either "up" or "kill".

The two closest people to me and Mrs. Jones can be said to have pounced on us with lightning speed, and before I could do anything, Mrs. Jones raised her leg and kicked it, and with a "pop", she directly threw the guy who pounced on her, kicked her four feet into the sky and fell to the ground, and then put her arms around my neck, and I leaned sideways and flew to the ground with my legs, kicking the goods that pounced on me, and the goods screamed and fell to the ground with a "poof".

I'll go, this slender, graceful Mrs. Jones is actually a master, fast, steady, accurate and ruthless. I immediately stretched out my hands to hug her, and she actually kissed me again.

Several other young people, no longer need Yoshio Nishikawa to give orders, they rushed towards us, I held Mrs. Jones and threw it at them, Mrs. Jones two ** immediately spun out of the flower in the air, only to hear a series of "pop" sounds, the remaining five or six people were kicked by her and staggered.

Yoshio Nishikawa was taken aback, he only regarded me as a soul chaser at first, but he didn't expect that now it was Mrs. Jones who had completely destroyed his subordinates, and I stood there and didn't do anything.

Mrs. Jones let go of her hands around my neck and threw herself directly at Yoshio Nishikawa, who knew how good I was, and although he saw that Mrs. Jones also had two hits, but after all, she was a woman, so she tried to stop Mrs. Jones.

Seeing Mrs. Jones rushing towards him, he did not retreat but advanced, and pounced on Mrs. Jones, I was also afraid that Mrs. Jones would miss, and was about to start, only to hear Mrs. Jones shout, and the whole person flew out flat, two long legs that were usually enough to hook the soul, and kicked Yoshio Nakanishikawa in the chest at the same time.

With a "poof", Yoshio Nishikawa was kicked backwards by Mrs. Jones and flew back, opening his mouth to spew out a mouthful of blood mist, splashing the ceiling, and when he fell down, he also overwhelmed the folding chair.

Before he could come to his senses, Mrs. Jones walked over, stretched out her leg and stepped on his chest, and with another "poof", Yoshio Nishikawa opened his mouth and spat out another mouthful of blood.

As I walked over, I saw the heel of Mrs. Jones's beautiful high heel, writhing against Yoshio Nishikawa's chest, and screaming "Ahh