Zhang Jing drove more than 20 kilometers to Dublin city.

Similar to reaching out and pulling out a pistol from the back of the waist, feint.

Returning to the Blood Fort again, in the foyer of the main fort, Zhang Jing tossed the car keys high to Jonathan, reminding, "Fortresses are often breached from the inside, beware of traitors."

Jonathan took the car keys and watched Zhang Jing stride open the heavy wooden door of the living room, as if he was not afraid at all.

Push open the living room door.

Changing the dim and deep decoration style of the past, the renovated castle style is in line with Zhang Bei's aesthetics.

From the antique decoration style to the simple style, the original dark floors and walls were replaced with beige colors.

It makes the mood much lighter and brighter.

It's not like the style in "The Godfather", as if it's always waiting for bad luck.

Coming to the middle of the living room, not far from the dining room, the nose smells onions, sage, lemons, roast turkey and food.

Eighteen changes in women's colleges.

Nineteen-year-old Zhang Bei became more and more beautiful, holding Zhang Yan in his arms, walked over from the direction of the kitchen, and stepped forward to hug his boyfriend, "Brother, dinner is ready, eat."

Zhang Jing in Montes. A kiss on the lips.

Looking casually behind Zhang Bei, five fat and thin female waiters in plaid aprons were leaving.

The waiter also celebrates Christmas Eve, prepares the host dinner, and returns to the detached house where the employees use the backyard.

A little later, they would come back to clean up the dining room and kitchen.

"Except for the turkey," Zhang Bei enjoyed spending Christmas Eve with Zhang Jing, speaking with joy in every word, "I specially asked someone to prepare your favorite roast pork chops and braised tripe."

"Thanks, I'm hungry."

Zhang Bei smiled.

In the dining room, orange electric lights are lit, and the table is covered with beautiful and fragrant food.

At the same time, Jonathan was in the yard, taking stock of the weapons that Zhang Jing brought back from outside.

Light machine guns, trolls, grenades, body armor, night vision devices, piled up in the rear compartment.

This made Jonathan feel that his back against the tree was good to enjoy the shade, and someone was really powerful when there was something.

Then call your friends and divide your weapons.

Including Jonathan himself, there are fifteen bodyguards who are still working during Christmas, all of whom are in good shape.

Everyone here has been a bodyguard of the Blood Castle since the generation of the great-grandfather, and it has been passed down from generation to generation.

A third of them were fathers and sons who were bodyguards in the Blood Castle, but there were no fathers and sons present today, and the other half of the bodyguards were on vacation.

Carefully recalling the recent situation of each one, Jonathan believes that there will be no traitors inside.

"Wow," a young man whose father was also a bodyguard at the Blood Castle and had just joined the company for less than a year, exclaimed, "That's a lot of weapons!"

"Enjoy, everyone," Jonathan reminded every bodyguard present, "brace yourself, there's news that someone is planning to kill Miss Pei."

It's like three generations of railroad tracks.

Some people may think that doing a job in three lifetimes is not boring?

The actual situation is that this kind of job is very cool, with more money, more rest time, stable work, and good benefits, and it is difficult to find a similar job in society.

To inherit the job of a bodyguard for the Blood Castle.

Hunter intended to train physically when he was a child, and after finishing his sophomore year, he went to join the army, and after joining the army, he was sent to the best bodyguard training institution on the surface by the Blood Castle for a year of training.

That's not all.

After one year of bodyguard training, they also have to complete a one- to two-year employment contract overseas, such as to protect mines in Africa, to protect oil companies in Libya, and so on.

After completing all the above homework and being tested by a psychologist, you will be eligible to work in the Blood Castle.

In other words, although young people have only been in the company for one year, they are not newcomers.

Add to this the deep-rooted chivalry, aristocratic culture, conservative consciousness, the young man himself, and his father, everyone present has a high degree of loyalty to the Montes family newspaper.

"Blood Castle now

There are half as many security forces as usual," Jonathan continued, "Tonight, tomorrow day, will be the best chance for the ill-intentioned."

After handing out weapons and telling them two or three times, Jonathan asked his friends to return to their respective posts.

Fifteen people + ten well-trained German shepherds + fully equipped weapons, Jonathan believes that the enemy will not be able to break through the Blood Fort no matter what.

At the same time, the seven people working for the Amu Secret Service were resting in a small town less than five kilometers away from the Blood Castle, scattered in several hotels.

The seven of them are male and female, and they are no different from ordinary workers based on their appearance.

It doesn't have three heads and six arms, and it doesn't look like it's very good at fighting.

But their target is Montes. Bey, kill her and stop the Montes family from happening while warning the other landlords and capitalists to be nosy.

At 7 p.m., the seven people left their residences using different means of transportation.

It was also seven o'clock in the evening, and Zhang Jing and Zhang Bei were still having dinner slowly.

Zhang tried to cry for half an hour before, but now he is asleep, and he is having a good time with Zhang Jing and Zhang Bei.

"Brother," he said, holding up the juice glass in his hand, "Happy Christmas Eve."

'Brother was soft and soft, Zhang Jing's bones were light, and he also raised the juice glass and touched it gently.

If you don't drink, you know what you know.

Zhang Jing also has to prepare for pregnancy, otherwise he may give birth to a drunken fool.

All was good, and at the end of the meal, right in the restaurant, Zhang Jing and Montes. Bey kept kissing together.

It's like it's inseparable, so sweet that it's greasy.

It doesn't feel like it's enough, Montes. Bey jumped up and rode her legs on her boyfriend's waist.

Holding his girlfriend's body, Zhang Jing carried him to the living room, intending to go further.

At this moment, Zhang Jing faintly heard the sound of gunshots and stopped kissing.

Zhang Bei didn't hear it, holding Zhang Jing's face and gnawing and gnawing.

"What's wrong?" In the living room with a smooth and bright floor, Zhang Bei, who was short of breath, looked and listened to her boyfriend's question.

"Let's go to the collection room."

"Why the Collector's Room?"

"That's where I took your little saffron."

Hearing this, Zhang Bei's face turned red, and he lowered his head shyly, and his voice was lower than that of a mosquito, "You carry me over."

Zhang Jingzheng was about to say no, Julia's baby Zhang Zhen couldn't forget, and then looked at the two waiters who walked over in the direction of the back door of the main house of the castle.

One of the attendants had a pistol in his back.

Normally, the waiter comes here at this time to clean up the dining room and kitchen, and then continue to go back to rest.

The question is, is the waiter with a gun one of the bodyguards of the Blood Castle, Jonathan's back-move?

Or a killer?

At the same time, the two waiters also saw Zhang Jing standing, and Zhang Bei was riding on Zhang Jing's waist.

With an idea, Zhang Jing threw Zhang Bei on the sand and pounced on it himself.

This avoids the gaze of the attendant with the gun.

Press in Montes. On Bei, Zhang Jingxie asked, "Will Jonathan let the waiter protect you?"

"No," Zhang Bei explained, "The bodyguards in the Blood Castle are all inherited, and the Godfather will not use the recruited attendants to protect me."