Hunting for Beauty

Just when Ren Xiaoyao walked to the gate of the automobile factory, a few people also walked over from the opposite side, Ren Xiaoyao stood here calmly, "***, this place is so remote, it is difficult to wait for a taxi .”

Ren Xiaoyao cursed to himself.

Just 3 minutes after a few hooligans walked into the car scrapyard, there was a loud scream from inside. Just at this time, an old taxi had already driven over. Ren Xiaoyao smiled, hum, Wanting to find myself in New Delhi is simply a dream.Then he got into the car and drove away.

When the hooligans chased them out, they saw nothing but the tail of the taxi and smelled a pungent exhaust.

The three hooligans looked at the exhaust of the car.stomped.At the same time, headed by a boy in the middle wearing ragged denim, with curly hair and this denim outfit called beggar's hole pants, he looks like a rock and roll person.

"The appearance of that person just now is too profound. He is definitely not European. He has a very obvious oriental face? Could it be that he is a killer hired by his enemies? People are drifting in the rivers and lakes, how can they not be stabbed, and there are not many gangsters. Enemies are not charities."

Thinking of this, the little cowboy thought for a while and said: "Ida. You should notify the elder brother immediately. Srilan and I will gather the younger brother to investigate the last whereabouts of the taxi. Even Michaelson dares to kill him. My brother, I will definitely To avenge you. I will use his head as a pad under your ass to accompany Mang."

In the famous red-light district of New Delhi, this is a base of the mafia.

However, as the capital of India, as the political center of the whole of India.The life of the mafia is not so comfortable.Therefore, as the eldest brother of the New Delhi Mafia, Masdai felt the most annoyed.

The recruitment situation of the younger brother is not ideal. Under the severe crackdown by the government, gangsters are not willing to be caught by the New Delhi Police Department just after joining the mafia.

At this time, Masdai was drinking wine with a Ukrainian girl in his arms.

Palm level was already disobedient and walking on the girl's body disobediently, and his mouth was more like a dog out of control, gnawing all over the girl's face, neck, body and hands.

Just when Masdai was about to move further, the furry orangutan-like paw was about to stretch a little further in.

Suddenly there was a violent knock on the door from outside, and the door of the box had been pushed open.

It turned out to be his most proud subordinate—Maxon's younger brother, panting at the door.

And the Ukrainian beauty next to her has already sat up straight, alas, this kind of little girl is like this, she is thin-skinned, and she can't see strangers.

However, it was precisely this that made Masdai find it interesting. There were too many women who automatically opened their thighs and waited for him, it was like eating.I am used to eating greasy food, so I want to change to some vegetarian dishes anyway.

Masdai frowned, and yelled at Ida: "Hey, man, why are you so impolite, you fucking Indians don't know what a gentleman is. Listen, you have to knock Do you know the door? Hurry up, go out and knock on the door again, remember, you must maintain a gentleman's demeanor, gentleman, do you understand? My god, I really don't understand how Maxon has a little brother like you, but also No wonder, he has always liked to be alone."

Ida saw that Boss Masdai didn't seem to be joking, and immediately walked outside, knocked on the door again and said, "Sir, can I come in?"

After Masdai heard the sound of coming in from inside, Ida walked in and replied, "Brother, my boss was killed by a hired killer."

When Masdai heard the news that Michelson had been killed, he stood up, and immediately shrank back from his high spirits. At the same time, he cursed loudly: "You bastard, why didn't you say it earlier. When you first came in Should have said."

Ida is just a younger brother's younger brother, so naturally he dare not have any dissatisfaction, but he still muttered a few words to vent his dissatisfaction, didn't you tell me to maintain a gentleman's demeanor?

Masdai pondered for a while. Although this matter hit him hard, Masdai did not rely on his nepotism to be able to sit in this position, and he naturally had his extraordinary ability.

Then he stared at Ida and said, "Ida, how do you know it's the killer. Do you have any clues? How does Maxson's enemy react at this time?"

Before Ida could finish the whole story, Masdai ordered to Ida: "Go, take me to find the taxi driver."

In New Delhi, although the mafia has restrained, it is still very easy to find a taxi driver. Such a small matter does not even require Masdai to come forward in person, because after Masdai arrived at the place where Maxson died, I saw the little cowboy had walked in with a bearded middle-aged man.

Chapter 1077

Masdai immediately tidied up his suit, and carefully put his mahogany pipe into his vest.

Then Masdai smiled at the middle-aged man and said, "Sir, I am Masdai, the manager of New Delhi Logistics, can you tell me where the passenger you picked up here this afternoon went?"

The middle-aged man seemed to be just an honest citizen. Judging from his physical reaction, he was definitely a strong contender for a good citizen of New Delhi. After shaking a few times, he stammered and replied: "Yes, sir, That oriental guy lives in Holiday Inn New Delhi, I can swear on the name of Buddha, I did not lie to you."

Now that I know where the murderer lives, Masdai is no longer in a hurry. As long as I can find this person, in New Delhi, I, Masdai, have nothing to be afraid of.

Then he waved to the little cowboy and said, "Send him back, don't touch him, well, for the sake of Maxson's dead soul, his future protection fees will also be waived."

At this time, Masdai was in the mood to carefully look at Maxon in front of him. At this time, Maxon's already stiff corpse, judging from the scattered teeth on the ground and the shape of the bloodshot head, Masdai was shocked.

What kind of method is this, so cruel, there are no other wounds at all, it seems that he was beaten to death like this.

Thinking of this, Masdai's face darkened and he said, "Prepare your weapons, let's go to the Holiday Inn to visit this lovely gentleman."

When the word "cute" was mentioned, Masdai was already gnashing his teeth.

"Who, what's the matter?"

While Ren Xiaoyao was leisurely watching the French adult TV, imitating the movements with his arms around Evans, suddenly there was a knock on the door outside the guest room.

"Sir, we are waiters in the restaurant, and we are bringing you dinner."

A very simple-sounding voice came from outside.

For dinner, Ren Xiaoyao pondered for a while. He never ordered dinner at night. Why would someone bring dinner over? Could it be a free reception at the hotel? It’s impossible. .

And Ren Xiaoyao is not the kind of person who is greedy for cheap, but human curiosity can indeed kill people. The so-called skillful people are bold, this sentence is not an exaggeration to apply to Ren Xiaoyao.

Ren Xiaoyao gently rolled over from Evans' body, put on his nightgown and walked carefully to the door, looked out through the peephole on the door, and saw three people standing outside the door, there was no one at all. dining car.

Ren Xiaoyao cursed in his heart, stupid, you have to be more professional when you lie, you don't even bring a waiter's clothes and a dining car, and just say that you are delivering dinner outside, don't these idiots know that there are peepholes in the door? ?

From scolding to scolding, Ren Xiaoyao seemed to be hating iron but not steel, and said loudly to the outside: "I didn't call for dinner, you must have made a mistake. If you don't leave, I'll call security."

Ren Xiaoyao thought very clearly. After killing that white idiot, Ren Xiaoyao regretted it. The purpose of his visit this time was to destroy the cooperation between the Japanese and Indians. It seems troublesome to cause this incident now. up.

After a period of time, there was no sound from outside. It seems that these people were still intimidated by the power of the capital, and began to retreat. Ren Xiaoyao thought optimistically in his heart, but they were just a group of punks, and they really didn't have much guts. .

Immediately, he picked up the phone in the room and contacted the main station: "Miss, please help me book a ticket to Mumbai, yes, for tomorrow, first class is also acceptable."

However, what Ren Xiaoyao didn't expect was that the retreat of Masdai and others was not because of Ren Xiaoyao's threat, but because the security guards of the Holiday Inn began to pay attention to all this as soon as they entered.

The person who can open such a hotel in New Delhi, a place where the underworld prevails in India, is not related to the white way, but definitely has connections in the underworld, with a group of security guards under the supervision, and Masdai still wants to continue to hang out in New Delhi. Going down, so I had to retreat in disappointment.

As soon as he walked out of the door, Masdai gave instructions to the subordinates next to him: "Arrange wiretapping immediately, and be ready to follow this Oriental man at any time to see where he will go next. Don't tell me such a conspicuous target, you will all miss it." , whoever loses it will use his head as a potty for me."

In order to be able to set off in secret, Ren Xiaoyao let Evans stay at the Holiday Inn New Delhi, and he himself boarded the plane bound for Mumbai the next day.

"Dear passengers, you are welcome to take Airbus 37. It is now 10:[-] in the afternoon, and the plane will arrive at Mumbai International Airport in [-] minutes. Mumbai is an important economic, cultural and religious city in India. All the cultural symbols of the ancient civilization are your ideal place for sightseeing..."

Ren Xiaoyao's ears were surrounded by the sweet voice of the stewardess, and his eyes drifted outside the cabin, looking at the cities, fields and forests towering on the land under the blue sky, and the idea of ​​being in harmony with nature melted into every nerve of him.

"Sir, what do you need?"

The Indian stewardess bent down to ask, with a respectful attitude.

"May I buy you a drink?"

Ren Xiaoyao cast a glance at the little Chinese boy who tilted his head and looked at him curiously, and asked her mother with a smile.

The mother and daughter beside Ren Xiaoyao have attracted the attention of everyone on board the plane. The mother is not more than 30 years old. She has a light body and well-proportioned features with a rosy complexion. Although she is not a stunning beauty, she is very attractive. Elegant demeanor also shows its good connotation.

The little boy is about five or six years old. Her mother calls her Xiaolong. She has inherited her mother's excellent lineage. She has beautiful features and innocent expressions. There is always a smile on the corner of her mouth, revealing two deep dimples. She is very cute.