Although Bond was a little surprised by the kick of the poison island boy, he was not panicked.

He used to be the world's top master, and although the ** girl in front of him was good, she was just good.

Even if the reflexes in all aspects have decreased due to the aging of the body's functions, it is easy to avoid this kick.

Bond Shi Ran turned around and dodged the kick of the poison island boy by a fraction of a second.

"Little girl, you have good skills, how about you consider worshipping me as a teacher?" Looking at the pair of beautiful legs that crossed in front of his eyes, Bond habitually began to salivate.

No way, according to official records, the woman Mr. 007 has flirted with in his life is at least a three-digit bottom, compared to him, Master Li can be regarded as a pure and kind good boy.

So after seeing the delicate appearance and beautiful figure of the poison island girl, he couldn't help but start to make old mistakes again.

The poison island guy didn't pay attention to him at all, his two beautiful legs flew up and down, without the slightest sense of respect for the old and virtuous, and kicked him in the head.

Although eighty percent of the girl's skills are in swordsmanship, her empty-handed fighting ability has at least reached the level of a master, and five or six strong men are not her opponents at all.

It's just that in the face of the legend among the agents, the strength of the Poison Island Guy still pales in comparison.

A legend is a legend after all, even if James. Bond has been retired for more than thirty years, and his coordination and reflexes in all aspects of his body have long since aged, but his rich combat experience still makes him seem to be at ease.

But fortunately, the main force of today's battle is not the poison island guy.

Poison Island kicked seven or eight legs in a row, forcing Bond to toss and turn to avoid her smooth legs.

After all, although it looks like those big white legs are eager for people to pounce on and lick them, if they are really kicked, breaking two ribs should be considered light.

One blow of strength, then decline, three and exhaustion.

Poison Island didn't kick the other party several times in a row, her breath was already messed up, and her movements were not as coherent as just now.

The white Grim Reaper in Bond's hand finally had time to lift up, although the girl in front of him looked as delicate as a flower, but in the face of the enemy, he would not be soft.

"Look over here!" Seeing that the kendo girl was about to die, Bond only heard a voice coming from his ears.

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As soon as he turned his head, he saw a fist the size of a casserole coming towards him.

Bond hurriedly turned sideways to avoid the punch, but at this time, the beautiful legs of the poison island boy also kicked over.

In his busy schedule, Bond showed his essence as a genius agent, and his entire waist, abdomen and neck appeared strangely twisted, as if he had turned into a rubber man, and avoided the attacks of the two men in an impossible posture.

By the way, in the midst of his busy schedule, he also raised his pistol with his free right hand.

It's a pity!

As soon as his hand was raised, he felt empty under his feet.

The three of them have been standing on the embankment of the Thames until now, although this is the central part of the embankment, which is more than a dozen square sizes, but from just now to now, the poison island has suppressed him in the marginal area.

So when Li Qingyuan joined the battle, Bond was naturally forced to retreat to the riverbank.

Originally, it was said that with 007's combat quality, it would be absolutely impossible to make such a mistake.

It's just that he is too old after all, and it is impossible for him to see the overall situation as he did when he was young.

So the MI6 ace, the pride of the British Empire, slipped and fell off the top of the embankment.

At a height of more than ten meters, it only takes a second for a person to fall, and Bond instantly pulls the mechanism in his sleeve after slipping under his feet.

Thinking that 007 was the world's shocker, not only did he rely on his agility, but his strange equipment also played a vital role.

It's like now, as long as the mechanism in his sleeve is opened, the clothes on his body will immediately swell, relieving the speed and impact of the fall, so as to protect himself.

'Bang! ’

The half-inflated protective suit slammed into the ground, and the huge impact almost broke Bond's waist.

If it was him before, such a little impact force would not have had any effect on him at all, but now!

He doesn't think his muscles and bones are energy, a guy of his age, either lying on the hospital bed waiting for death, or lying in the urn for people to admire, this kind of high-intensity extreme sports is not his game at all.

Bond bared his teeth with an effort, trying to get up before the other man could come down.

He has now recognized his situation, he is no longer the invincible 007 who gallops in the sand, but an old man who has been abandoned by the times.

So now, it is no longer his task to catch the enemy.

His mission is to bring back the information of those two guys!

This is the River Thames, and two blocks ahead is Downing Street.

Although the Liudao wreckage designed a large-scale explosion, he couldn't get into the place on Downing Street at all.

It is true that the British Empire is now open to people to visit Buckingham Palace and the Houses of Parliament, but Downing Street, as a real cabinet office, still maintains a certain degree of vigilance.

So tonight's explosion has not spread to Downing Street for a generation so far.

Of course, it could also be because the cabinet guys had already moved two full armored regiments to defend both sides of Downing Street.

It's just that he was just about to get up on the ground when he saw a huge black shadow falling from the sky under the moonlight.

"Very good, Miss Fujiko, I am very satisfied with this report of yours."

Andy He said appreciative words coldly, although it sounded like she meant encouragement, but the tone without emotion at all still sounded a little hairy.

But fortunately, everyone in the entire Sistine Group has become accustomed to the way this vice president speaks, and in general, as long as he can do his job well, this vice president is actually quite easy to speak.

Of course, you first have to learn to ignore her cold face and words that never carry any emotion.

"Mr. Andy, then I'll go down first!" The lady known as Fujiko was a middle-aged woman in her forties, with a slightly fat round face and a pair of large gold-rimmed glasses, and she looked like a shrewd and tough guy.

Fujifeng Fuji Fuji, two months Mao recommended himself to the Sistin Group to interview the middle-aged elite, in recent months, the Sistine Group has entered the major fields in Los Angeles in a whale swallowing posture, and the net worth has tripled in just a few months.

Originally, if any newcomer dared to be so unruly, then those old chaebols would definitely let it know what market rules are, but this time, in the face of the strong advance of the Sistine Group, those leading companies, as if they didn't see it, all hugged their own one-third of an acre of land, and let the other party make trouble outside.