207. Discarded (Page 1/1)

"You chop his head with a shovel, it's like giving a prisoner X medical parole, it's too cheap for them. Madrigal's bottomless pleasance with the vice president "simply does not make up for the crimes they have committed." ”

"So?" the beauty glanced at Madrigal with a blank face, her cheeks puffing out cutely. It seems that she cherishes the last piece of candy.

"They should be allowed to use honey raccoon and then hold them down and sit on top of the anthill. Specifically, it is to insist on your opinion, and to bend his assertion and make him suffer for himself. Madrigal raised his index finger and gave advice to the vice president, "Strong X offenders should be forced X, this is the appropriate punishment." ”

"Hahaha!" the beauty smiled and bent over.

"Of course, we can't really do that, just like you don't really want to chop your husband's head with a shovel. Madrigal was about to publish a more important theory, but was interrupted by a beautiful woman.

"From the moment I caught him as a bridesmaid in the wedding cloakroom, I wanted to kill him," the beauty stared at Madrigal earnestly, "In all fairness, if your fiancée was captured by the enemy, what would be your first reaction?

Madrigal felt that she couldn't handle the situation anymore. The amount of information is a bit large, and he is a little afraid of being killed, and the huge amount of information has already shocked the madrigal into a blur. Why did the vice president say all of them? Is it so cool to talk about the details?

"So, uh, you guys, you guys should have done a lot of marriage counseling or something......" Pastoral said incoherently. The vice president told him the truth, and his mind was full of thinking about how to get out.

"Of course, psychologists are required to abide by patient confidentiality agreements. If the whole world knew that I had the potential urge to murder my husband, how could I get to where I am today," the beautiful woman breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly thought of something, and sneered, making the courtyard suddenly bloom: "I haven't touched a finger of my wife, I'm afraid that if I say this kind of thing, I will ruin my reputation, right?"

Her eyes were flexible and vivid, and as she stared at the madrigal, it awakened the wildness in his cells.

Madrigal restrained himself and awkwardly excused himself: "I don't want to hear these details...... he doesn't have a patient protection protocol to help him survive. When the madrigal heard these private contents, she already felt a strong discomfort.

"Say, if you hadn't touched your wife once, what would your mental activity be? You would be angry, wouldn't you?

Madrigal realized that maybe she needed a very drastic reply.

"Yes, I'm going to be in pain. Pastoral said.

The beauty laughed. Then she took a deep puff of her cigarette, crushed the butt of the cigarette into the grass with her high heels, raised her head and stroked her dignified bun, and said to the madrigal with dignity, "Thank you for speaking with me, my dear." You have a magical voice that can make people vomit quickly. ”

Pastoral Ge was flattered, and felt that Jiang Li was worthy of being the first beauty in the Pantheon, and she was really chic and romantic.

Then Jiang Li confidently pressed the hatch, passed by the secret service behind the blinds without squinting, and said casually: "Keep the person outside confidential." Her tone was frivolous, as natural as discarding a used condom.

"Protocol secrecy or ......" The head of the secret service team was bald, and he asked for instructions clumsily.

"Of course, the agreement is confidential, and I'm not a devil. She smiled back, radiant.

The bald man breathed a sigh of relief.

Jiang Li took two steps, thought of something, and the sound of high heels stopped abruptly. She stretched out her index finger without moving, and the tip of her finger hooked.

The bald head hurriedly followed, and heard Jiang Li say in a hurry, "Let's inject it." ”

"Okay. The bald head said. Behind him, two members of the group had already subdued the madrigal.

"Nima, are you crazy!" Madrigal realized something was wrong. He struggled desperately, yelling and screaming.

The third person put a black hood on the pastoral song without saying anything, and then said sympathetically: "Bear with it, young man, it's like an ant bite, and it won't hurt in a moment." ”

Pastoral disagrees with this act of crossing the river and demolishing the bridge. He thought angrily, those men treat Jiang Li as a puppet puppet, so what does Jiang Li treat me for? A trash can to confide in troubles, a disposable talkie, a vibrator with a malfunctioning motor? To her, am I not even a person, can I only be regarded as a cheap item? Jiang Li has the beauty of captivating the country and the city, and she looks like a victim, in fact, what is the difference between her and those "strong X criminals" in her mouth?

"your father!" Jiang Li!" Pastoral shouted hoarsely. But the hatch is closed, and Jiang Li will not come back.

"Oh, young man, I'll send you to her father at once," said the bald head, who quickly walked back, popped a syringe out of his hand, and muttered sincerely, "please do what you say." ”

Pastoral suddenly felt that there was more than one person who hated Jiang Li. I'm afraid that these grandmaster-level warriors have a lot of complaints about Jiang Li.

"You want to her dad too?" Madrigal asked in a strange tone when she suddenly stopped struggling.

"Oh, if I could get a penny once that thought came to mind, I would already be a millionaire. The bald head said sympathetically, "Goodbye, poor little thing." ”

He lifted the syringe. This drug can simulate the acute symptoms of meningeal infection, and patients can complete a day trip to the emergency room, operating room, psychiatric hospital rehabilitation room and farewell room within 24 hours, and the adverse effect is to exacerbate the superstitious panic of the masses about the subtropical medullary mosquito, and a series of regrettable obituaries of "rescue ineffective". Of course, this has nothing to do with the beautiful vice president, who will even publish a picture with teary eyes to show the sensual side of women.

Bald thought that maybe the vice president didn't know about the drug's lethality, and she probably just wanted the lad to be admitted to the psychiatric department. Maybe I was insensitive, so I misunderstood the will of the vice president?

Anyway, her daddy.

The bald head was cranky and raised the syringe. He habitually glanced at Madrigal's arms, and saw that these arms had been cut behind his back at an incredible angle, and he had already shown symptoms of blood loss, and even a unit of light dust could not circulate, so it could be said that it was foolproof. Even if the pastoral song is a god, it will not escape the hands of the devil.

However, when the four bodyguards were distracted, they suddenly saw Pastoral's ass glowing, as if his buttocks had become immortals.

It occurred to the bald head that Madrigal might be using gossip to distract them. He blurted out: "He wants to run ......"

But it was too late. Under the careful operation of the madrigal, five thousand light dust erupted from his anus, producing an unparalleled acceleration, almost giving the madrigal the impetus of the first cosmic speed. The two bodyguards who cut Pastoral's arms only felt that the loach had slipped away from their palms, and they didn't hold Pastoral's arm with all their might, and the "stab" tore Madrigal's shoulder armor and flesh. The bodyguard looked down, blood and cloth in his hands, and when he looked up, he saw the elegant humanoid spewing out engine-like flames, like a spectacular meteor rising into the sky.

Only then did the bodyguard realize that Madrigal flexibly used his intestines to exert the power of light dust when his arm was clamped, and achieved an efficient escape. For a true master, the whole body is a weapon.

"He's a genius. The two grandmaster-level bodyguards looked up at the starry sky and muttered sighs.

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