In Nairobi, Zhang Jingru's heroic picture of an old hen protecting her chicks has been widely reprinted.

Because of his meritorious service in saving people, the Nairobi boss awarded Zhang Jing the title of honorary citizen for life, and Zhang Jing asked the other party for an export permit for ten 2-meter-diameter rosewood.

On the podium, the old man promised "okay, okay", but he didn't admit it afterwards, and no one gave him a look.

Proper purebred dog!

However, Zhang Jing has always believed that the mountains do not turn around, the water does not turn around, and the people do not turn, don't let him catch the dog's juniors.

Isn't this happening! Wonderful!

With a lot of thoughts in his heart, Zhang Jing shook his head, "I haven't heard of it."

The very dark African-Americans screamed, "My name is Hood. Kenita, my grandfather and father used to be the bosses of Nairobi!"

The reason why Hood said "once" is because the "good and good" that Zhang Jing met before has stepped down and been pushed down by the ballot, and is now a civilian.

"Oh," Zhang Jing suddenly realized, "I know your father."

Hood. Kennita was stunned, "You know my father?"

"Of course," Zhang Jing said affirmatively, "I am still an honorary citizen of Nairobi for life."

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Hindsight, Hood. Kenita only then did he realize that Zhang Jing was familiar and recognized that he had made great contributions in Nairobi before, so he was embarrassed, should he do something?

Then an interesting scene happened.

After thinking for a while, Hood suddenly slapped the back of his little brother's head, "Apologize to Mr. Zhang, this is the city hero of Nairobi!"

The beaten younger brother, the young man who was in the parking lot just now, immediately bowed and said sincerely: "I'm sorry, I was wrong."

Zhang Jing didn't expect such a turn, he originally planned to plant the hundreds of catties of flour that had been stored in the Mithril space to make bread to Hood.

In this way, I am embarrassed.

Hood didn't know that he had just wandered back and forth at the gate of the ghost town, and invited, "How about I invite you to the city for two days?"

Zhang Jing agreed.

Back in downtown Las Vegas, check in again at the Candler Bay Hotel and find that there are many more people inside and outside the hotel.

"What's going on today?" Zhang Jing asked the hotel waiter.

"There were a number of country music singers performing in the stadium in the evening," the waiter said, "and there were about 30,000 spectators who could be seen from the window of your room."

Zhang Jing wanted to hold a concert to make money, but few people went at all.

After paying a tip of five meters, Zhang Jing swiped his card to enter the room, opened the blackout curtains, and below was the open-air gymnasium, the time was only three o'clock in the afternoon, and it was already full of people, very lively.

Feeding the beans in the jar and leaving it to rest in the room, Zhang Jing came to the seventh floor, and Hood was already waiting.

When you get out of the elevator, the first feeling is warmth, and the space is full of aroma and fragrance.

"There are all kinds of press/motorcycle services here," Hu Demei said, "The technicians not only have great work skills, but if they talk about it, they can also take it away."

Zhang Jinghehe.

Entering the private room, a waiter came to deliver cards, flop selector, not a more common tablet, a bit of a high-end look.

Zhang Jing picks a Thai massage therapist who looks a little heavy.

Hood picks one with long breasts and thighs and blue eyes.

This was followed by an hour of bathing in a room with a 10-square-meter heated tub and a sauna room.

After washing, steaming, and changing into the clothes provided by the hotel.

The two technicians arrived on time, both of them were beautiful, one was slightly fat, a little bit meaty, she was Zhang Jingxuan's technician, and her back was very comfortable.

One looks like a model, and the massage skills don't look bad, and Hood looks like a ***.

In the middle of the way, a waiter came in to deliver champagne and delicious food, and the process was highly enjoyable, and the temperature in the room was high, Zhang Jing still fell asleep.

Not surprisingly, Zhang Jing and Hood would stay in the massage room until dawn.

However, the accident came.

A vague scream came to my ears

In the membrane, Zhang Jing, who was lying on the massage table and was drowsy, suddenly opened his eyes.

Hood was already asleep, and the technician was slowly massaging.

"What happened?" Zhang Jing asked the female technician who massaged herself.

"It should be someone next door who is molesting the female technician," the female technician was very soft, and explained while gently massaging Zhang Jing, "This kind of thing often happens."

Within a ten-meter metal sight distance, there are people on both sides of the next door, looking at the watch and the metal jewelry worn by the female technician, there is no abnormality.

Raising his hand and glancing at his watch, the time had unconsciously come to eleven o'clock in the evening, and his heart was becoming more and more uneasy, Zhang Jing decisively left the massage table and quickly put on his clothes.

As soon as he put his pants on, he came unexpectedly, and a person in the corridor outside the door walked into a metal sight range of at least three submachine guns and two pistols on his back.

Zhang Jing shuddered and stepped forward to slap Hood, who was flowing harazi.

Hood woke up, and the two female technicians were startled.

"I heard someone shooting outside," Zhang Jing went straight to the point, "blocking the door with the bed and cabinet!"

As he spoke, Zhang Jing took out a legally purchased 911 pistol from his coat pocket.

Hood was sleeping too hard, his brain was a little dazed, and when he saw Zhang Jing take out his pistol, he suddenly woke up and said in disbelief: "No one dares to do this!"

The two female technicians didn't believe it either, and one of them planned to go out and have a look.

At this time, the murderer had already pushed open the door of the private room next door, and then the pistol mechanism continued to move, and it was actually a noise-reducing pistol!

didn't care about explaining too much, Zhang Jing pulled back the female technician who was going to be sent to death, and at the same time violently knocked down the wardrobe and blocked the door.

It's not enough, the motor cabinet and bed are all pushed down to block the door.

Zhang Jing rummaged through the cabinet and turned the cabinet too much, which naturally attracted the attention of the murderer, and tried to push the door open, but failed, so he used a pistol to shoot the door lock, and tried to push the door open again, but still failed.

At this time, Hood and the female technician realized that they had just brushed shoulders with death, and crouched in the corner, afraid to breathe.

Zhang Jing was not easy to get along with, so he shot back through the door and successfully scared the killer away.

The killer didn't plan to tremble too much, because the gunshots made by Zhang Jing were too loud, causing some people to be vigilant, and some people ran out of the room.

At this time, the gunner switched to a submachine gun, the bullets were like a rain, and no one could survive in the corridor.

"Revenge?" Hood shuddered in fright.

"Maybe it's just disheartened." Zhang Jing also squatted on the ground, avoiding the door.

"Sir," the female technician was also frightened with multiple arms, her eyes were full of tears, and she looked at Zhang Jing and asked, "How do you know that there is a gunman?"

"I heard someone screaming," Zhang explained, "it was a cry of despair, I heard it in Nairobi."

The chubby female technician cried, "I thought it was just a colleague being molested."

"It's different," Zhang Jing shook his head, "It's two things entirely."

A beautiful female technician with big breasts and long legs is calling the police, and the line is busy after many calls.

It is clear that there are a lot of people who are calling the police at the same time.

The question is, the movement created by the murderer is not big, and it stands to reason that there are not many people who call the police, so who is calling the police in large numbers?