"Good work."

Sun Zhongwen raised his glass and greeted the other party, but he spoke Japanese.

"Thank you, Mr. Sun, for your hospitality." The lady responded in fluent Chinese.

This is a woman in her thirties, with neat short hair, a black lambskin jacket, sky blue jeans, round thighs, slender calves, slender ankles, and bare feet wearing a pair of black high heels. The facial features are delicate as if they were carved, and there is no lack of heroic spirit in the charming mature charm.

Sun Zhongwen pointed to the other party's table and wanted to go over to eat together, but the other party did not refuse.

A mature woman naturally knows how to keep a proper distance from a man, and will neither refuse recklessly, nor let a man have a mind to make inches of progress.

The lady nodded slightly and agreed to Sun Zhongwen's request.

The shopkeeper was very discerning, so he hurriedly smiled and rearranged Sun Zhongwen's table of wine and food on the opposite table.

"What should I call you? Honorable lady? Sun Zhongwen smiled a little frivolously.

"The boss of one of Asia's largest security companies doesn't know who I am, does he?" The woman took a sip of wine and asked softly.

"In front of His Excellency Guanyin with a Thousand Faces, should I always ask for my name?" Sun Zhongwen showed no weakness.

"Just call me a thousand hands." The woman blinked and replied slowly.

Senju is a Japanese surname. Thousand-faced Guanyin, thousand-handed butterfly.

"Miss Thousand Hands, follow me all the way, what's the problem?" Sun Zhongwen went straight in.

"Voyeurism. Spy on the spot. Thousand Hands Butterfly said with a look of vigour.

"Now, is the mission a failure?"

"How can it be considered a mission failure? I must have managed to get close to the tracking target, right? ”

"So, I lured the wolf into the house?" Sun Zhongwen pretended to be innocent.

"What's there to be afraid of, even if it's a wolf, it's a she-wolf with all kinds of charm."

Sun Zhongwen was a little simpler in the end, and he was a little overwhelmed by the attack of the Thousand Hands Butterfly, so he simply asked again.

"What did Miss Senju observe?"

"You're looking for someone."

At this time, Sun Zhongwen noticed that something was moving under his feet, and he couldn't help but instinctively glance at it.

"Mr. Sun, do you want a lady to bend down and pick up something under the table?" The thousand-handed butterfly also found out and said mischievously.

Sun Zhongwen leaned over and looked under the table, it was a mechanical spider, a high-tech tracking robot.

Sun Zhongwen picked up the things, respectfully placed them in front of the Thousand Hands Butterfly, and said with a smile: "Please put it away, otherwise it will be bad if I clumsily step on it." ”

"Gee, that's really embarrassing me."

"Oh?"

"I don't know how to explain it to Mr. Sun, this is really not what I put there."

"Well, it seems that it does add to the snake."

In a few words, Thousand Hands Butterfly had already taken out a small nail clipper from his handbag, opened a slender tool, and completely disassembled the mechanical spider, with a clever and extremely fast technique.

More than a hundred small accessories, placed one after the other, look like a charming mechanical beauty.

Sun Zhongwen smacked at the pile of small parts, "It's not easy for you to explain to the boss like this, right?" ”

"It seems that too, the bosses listen to the big bosses, but we guys are doing hard work, but with that meager salary, maybe we can take the opportunity to resign."

Miss Thousand Hands laughed.

"Young Master Sun, haven't you looked at the domestic news in the past few days?"

By domestic, of course, she meant Japan.

"I heard that the head of a member of the Yamamoto Foundation family was stolen, and it can be said that it caused a lot of public opinion all over the world."

"Yes, even the Prime Minister thinks it's too exciting."

"Hehe, technological progress is such a strange thing, even the dead have become dangerous goods." Sun Zhongwen quipped.

"Who's to say it isn't, but some people can do it seamlessly." The Thousand-Handed Butterfly stared at Sun Zhongwen, full of provocation.

"Oh? Miss Thousand Hands, what do you mean? ”

"The bodies of the two nerve infiltrators we found had their brains completely destroyed."

"Really? Brains gouged out? ”

"Giggles," Qianshou Butterfly raised his eyebrows, and said pretending to be Monet: "Young Master Sun, are you really going to pretend to be confused?" ”

"What do you mean—Young Master Sun—you're hinting at me and my father?"

"Both bodies are intact, and the brains are still there, but the heads of the two people seem to have been processed by ultrasound or something, and almost every brain cell has been destroyed, obviously someone doesn't want to track some clues through their brains."

"Oh, it seems that the person who did this is very delicate, but didn't you also conclude that those two people had infiltrated the dead man's head?" Sun Zhongwen fought back.

"It's just a smokescreen, it's information provided by the Yamamoto Foundation, and it can only be regarded as a suspicion, not even a reasonable inference."

"Now there are many rumors about Otsuki Industry and my father on the Internet, all of which are articles that catch the wind and catch the shadows, saying that my father sent someone to steal the dead man's head from the Yamamoto family, presumably it is also someone from the Yamamoto family, who bought a bunch of Internet celebrities to spread rumors and arrange it."

"Quite possibly." Thousand Hands laughed.

"Hahahaha, this confuses me, did Miss Senju come to Xingshi on behalf of the Yamamoto Foundation to ask for the guilt, or did she come to tell me that the Yamamoto Foundation intends to blame us and ask us to be cautious?"

"Mr. Sun, I think you have a misunderstanding about our existence."

"Listen to me?"

"Our duty is to maintain order and move society in a better direction, and we are not agents of any consortium."

"It's admirable."

"Mr. Sun, not any law enforcer can be bribed by money."

Sun Zhongwen looked at the thousand-armed butterfly, shrugged his eyebrows, and smiled unknowingly.

"Hehe" Thousand Hands Butterfly sneered, and complained leisurely: "You businessmen, you are all virtuous, when something happens, call the police to find the police, ask us to solve the case every minute, and when it's okay, treat us as enemies, and guard against the police more than thieves." ”

"Hahahaha, it seems like that's really the case."

"Mr. Sun, do you know why the Yamamoto Foundation is in a hurry to acquire Otsuki Industries?"

"I don't know, don't you know that I never ask about my family's business?"

"Hehe, maybe, it's time to care."

"Hmph" Sun Zhongwen snorted coldly: "I doubt that you were sent by your father, and you always put on the posture of an elder, saying that the long is short." ”

"I'm sorry to offend, Mr. Sun."

"It's nothing, shopping malls are like battlefields, big fish eat small fish, small fish eat dried shrimp, annexation and expansion and then annexation and expansion, that's it, how can there be so many big reasons."

"Perhaps, there is something about Otsuki Industry that the Yamamoto Foundation covets very much?" Thousand-Handed Butterfly smiled.

"It's-"

The wine cup that Sun Zhongwen brought to his lips suddenly stopped, thinking to himself. What an impenetrable woman. Where the hell is she?

By saying this, she is undoubtedly reminding us where to start to prevent the takeover war of the Yamamoto Foundation.

"Did Mr. Sun think of something?"

"Not yet, but thank you Miss Thousand Hands for the reminder," Sun Zhongwen said politely, "How long will you stay in China?" ”

"What, is this an eviction order?"

"Of course not, Miss Thousand Hands must have booked a hotel yet, right?"

"How do you know?"

"When you opened your bag just now, there was a baggage claim form."

"What a delicate guy, there aren't many cute men like Mr. Sun."

Sun Zhongwen was so upset by her coquettish smile that he forgot what he was going to say just now, and asked instead.

"You don't ask me what I'm doing?"

"I know you're looking for someone, and I know you haven't found it yet, and even, if I take a guess, I know who you're looking for."

"Huh."

"Mr. Sun, what are you going to do at this time to find a top nerve infiltrator? But it will arouse many suspicions. ”

"A month ago, my father was almost kidnapped, so the suspicion is that someone is targeting him and wants to redo the security system of the brain."

"I heard that the police already have a few suspects, and they are really active in solving the case, well, Mr. Sun's reason is very reasonable."

"Oh, by the way, in fact, I just wanted to say, it's late now, this season, it's hard to book a hotel in Gusu, our company is on Guanqian Street, and we have two suites all year round, if, if-"

"Okay, I'll stay in Mr. Sun's hotel, in fact, if there are two of us, one suite is enough." Thousand-Handed Butterfly teased her eyebrows and smiled.

"Huh." Sun Zhongwen smiled at a loss.

"Mr. Sun hasn't talked about a girlfriend yet, has he? I mean, Mr. Sun is still a virgin and hasn't had sex with a woman, right? Have you ever kissed a girl? ”

A mature woman with all kinds of amorous feelings, a series of explicit questions, made Sun Zhongwen's face red, and the whole person was about to explode.

The Thousand Hands Butterfly looked at the embarrassed Sun Zhongwen, laughed to himself for a while, and put the salute extraction slip in front of him.

Sun Zhongwen confessed what she meant, and immediately instructed the shopkeeper to find a courier, deliver the baggage claim form to his company, and let people go to the airport to pick up the salute.

Sun Zhongwen settled the account and swiped another consumption to Xiao Er. Only then did he step out of the wine shop with a thousand hands and butterflies.

"It's still early, so anxious to go back to the hotel?" Thousand-handed butterfly took the initiative to take Sun Zhongwen's arm and continued to tease.

"Go to a place, find someone." Sun Zhongwen said with a straight face.

"Looking for someone? Until then, it's better to give these things back to others. ”

Thousand Hands took out a small paper bag, and the pile of small parts of the robot had been carefully wrapped in a napkin.

"It's fine."

The two of them turned their heads and looked at the two men in the distance who were pretending to talk to each other.