my relatives are a bit much

Chapter 344 Zhongnanhai Bodyguard ([-])
"Head, Ms. Yang is the girlfriend of Song Shichang, the chairman of Dafeng Group. Mr. Song specifically told me to protect Ms. Yang's safety before the bodyguards he invited arrive."

"To be honest, before you came, I was very uncertain."

"Fortunately, I have you!"

Fat Cat's last sentence is very wrong.

Pan Haodong, who was looking at the external environment of the villa, glanced at him subconsciously, but didn't say much. Fat Mao was his old subordinate who used to work in the Central District, and it was normal for him to be dependent on him.

His skills and case-handling abilities are far superior to those of Sha Mao, Li Ying and others.

Moreover, he has a special charm that makes people trustworthy. People who have worked under him, such as Liu Baoqiang, Situ Mulian, Wu Xiaofeng, Wan Xihua, etc., as long as they follow him to handle cases, they feel very at ease.

Sha Mao, Li Ying and others are naturally no exception.

The villa Yang Qianer lived in was very large, with a front yard, a swimming pool, and mountains on the back, with a quiet environment. It was located in the mid-level villa circle of the Central District, the most famous wealthy area in Hong Kong City.

With her meager income as a primary school teacher, she certainly cannot afford to live in such a big house.

How did it come about, I won't say anything.

Having a good skin is sometimes more important than talent.

However, there are only prerequisites, and there is no good luck. What good skin brings may be bad luck.

Everything has two sides, which is good and which is bad, no one can say for sure.

Accompanied by Sha Mao, after seeing the exterior of the villa, Pan Haodong entered the lobby of the villa, picked up a photo album, and flipped through Yang Qianer's beautiful photos.

very beautiful.

The figure is also good enough.

It's a pity that it's not a private shot, so it's not fun to watch.

Think about it too, whose private photos will be randomly placed in the living room?

"You just move around without asking, do you think this is your home?"

Yang Qian'er, who was wearing a light yellow dress, stepped on custom-made sandals and came down from upstairs.

There was a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone, but it was still polite.

"Feel sorry."

Pan Haodong put down the photo album and looked up at Yang Qian'er.

"Sir Pan, why is it you?"

Yang Qianer said happily.

"you know me?"

Pan Haodong had a surprised expression.

Are you so famous?

Before that, he didn't seem to have met Yang Qian'er, the two should not know each other.

"The famous killer of the police force, who doesn't know him!"

Yang Qian'er quickly went downstairs and came to Pan Haodong, sizing him up and saying, "It is said that the God of Death is eight feet tall and has an eight-foot waist. I didn't expect him to look so tall, especially with this face. He is so handsome. "

"Thank you for the compliment."

Pan Haodong smiled, and said: "Miss Yang, can you stop hanging around me, you make me feel very uncomfortable, like selling yourself in a club for female guests to choose."

"Pfft~~"

When Yang Qian'er heard this, she sneered and said, "Pan sir, you are very humorous. But to be honest, if you go into the sea, you will be the king of ducks. The rich women in Hong Kong City will definitely go crazy with joy."

"It doesn't look like him, no one will want to go to sea..."

Yang Qianer pointed to Fat Cat.

Sha Mao said with an embarrassed expression: "Miss Yang, what you said... Although it is true, can you be more tactful? Why don't I, Fat Mao, want to be a pretty boy that everyone loves?"

Yang Qian'er smiled and said, "Officer Liang, just kidding, don't take it to heart."

"No way."

Fat Cat waved his hands again and again.

Chatted for a while.

Yang Qian'er made herself a cup of coffee, sat on the sofa, and changed channels boringly, switching back and forth, but couldn't find a program that could pass the time, so she turned off the TV angrily with a 'snap'.

Then, looking at Pan Haodong, he said, "Pan sir, I want to go shopping."

"No."

Pan Haodong ruthlessly refused.

Yang Qian'er pretended to be pitiful and said, "What about going fishing?"

Looking at the time, Pan Haodong nodded and said, "This can be..."

"Ness!"

Yang Qianer jumped up excitedly.

I hurried upstairs and took down a very sexy swimsuit, as well as a bunch of maintenance products, sunscreen, sunscreen and so on.

Just no fishing rod and helmet!
fishing?

hehe~~
……

01:30 in the afternoon.

Lamma Island, Luzhou waters.

A luxury yacht was parked on the sea. Yang Qian'er, who had been depressed at home for several days, went into the room and put on a newly bought swimsuit. She walked onto the deck with a bath towel in her arms, spread the bath towel on the deck, and lay down happily.

"Head, Miss Yang, juice."

Sha Mao held two glasses of juice and handed them to Pan Haodong and Yang Qian'er graciously.

He stared at Yang Qian'er's plump and magnificent body for a while, swallowed secretly, then looked at Pan Haodong and said: "Boss, you fired all Miss Yang's bodyguards, and the eagle is not here, so we can protect Miss Yang." , would it be too risky?"

"Soldiers are valuable, not many."

Pan Haodong replied confidently.

Suddenly, a speedboat sailed not far away, and there were seven people sitting on it, all of them had evil faces.

As expected.

They were monitored by Zhao Guomin's people.

When the speedboat ahead was still hundreds of meters away, Pan Haodong hugged Yang Qian'er in his arms, and turned around and said, "Fat cat, those people are killers, find a place to hide."

"Ah~~"

The fat cat shivered and quickly hid in the cab.

Pan Haodong, on the other hand, held Yang Qian'er and walked into the cabin quickly, without noticing that one of his hands was grasping somewhere that shouldn't be.

very soft!

Mr. Pan subconsciously used some force.

Yang Qian'er panicked when she heard about the killer, and didn't care about these side details, thinking that Mr. Pan made a mistake unintentionally.

"Miss Yang, lock the door."

"Don't open the door if asked by anyone but me."

After sending Yang Qian'er into the room and explaining briefly, Pan Haodong quickly turned around and ran up the deck.

Boom!

Two bullets were fired into the distance close to Pan Haodong's face.

Damn it, these killers don't talk about martial arts, and they shoot without even making a sound, so he doesn't have to be merciful, he takes out five throwing knives from his arms, and shoots them casually.

Whoosh...

It seems random, but in fact it is extremely fierce.

Flying knives, like life-threatening talismans, stayed 30 meters away, holding black star pistols to shoot at the killers, five of them didn't feel any pain, their foreheads were pierced by flying knives, and they shot at the killers. then fell down.

The other two were shocked and looked at each other.

The idea is tight, and the wind is tight!
It's a pity that before the two killers implemented their escape plan, blood holes were opened in front of their foreheads one after another. Pan Haodong had no intention of letting them go...

Fight without suspense.

The fat cat who hid in the cab stood up and gave a thumbs up: "Head, your throwing knife is really getting better and better."

talking.

Fat Mao started the yacht and drove towards the speedboat where all the crew rushed to the street.

After driving for about ten meters, Pan Haodong heard a faint ticking sound when he was 20 meters away from the speedboat.

It is the timing sound of electronic instruments.

It was very weak, but it couldn't be hidden from Pan Haodong's ears.

"No, there's a bomb!"

Pan Haodong woke up suddenly, stepped forward and grabbed the steering wheel.

Unfortunately, it was a step late.

Bang!
The speedboat exploded.

Soaring flames and debris, accompanied by strong air waves, rushed towards the yacht...

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(End of this chapter)