Brandy and Erguotou

"Master." A Quan came back, and saw Jin blushing and took a step back.

Brandy smiled evilly, and the teasing in the corners of his eyes could not be concealed. After glancing at A Quan, he turned his head and smiled apologetically at Jin, "He's shy."

Jin hooked the corner of his mouth, raised his glass to A Quan, then raised his head and drank the wine.

Brandy stood up and leaned on A Quan as if he was drunk or could not stand still. In fact, his palms were already sliding up and down A Quan's waist.

A Quan pushed Brandy's movements, seeming to be impatient and quickened his pace to move forward.

Jin watched the interaction between the two, licking the corners of his mouth.

"I didn't expect him to be this kind of person, heh, he looks like a white lotus." Vivienne sat next to Jin and put the cigar in Jin's mouth.

Jin laughed, the wrinkles around his eyes disgusting.

"No matter how beautiful a saint is, he has an ordinary heart. No wonder there are rumors that the young master of the Sun family doesn't attend any social dances. So he likes this kind of hanging..." Jin said, asking Vivian to light a cigarette for him.

Vivienne lit a cigarette, watched Jin spit out beautiful eye circles, smiled slightly, and squeezed her body into Jin's arms.

Jin's old and wrinkled hands took advantage of the angle to cover up, and slipped in from Vivienne's tube top, holding her breasts and kneading them fiercely.

Vivienne groaned, lowered her head against Jin's chest, and leaned her mouth into Jin's ear, speaking obscenities.

"How's it going?" Brandy asked from the stairwell.

A Quan showed Brandy the text message on his phone.

Brandy frowned, thought for a while, bit his lower lip, and went back to the reception with A Quan.

After Jia Mian put down the remaining two people, he turned back to where he was just now, and Joe was gone.Jia Mian looked around carefully, and after confirming that there was no one there, she took out the fingerprint sleeve from her bosom at the door and put it on her hand.

"Dice, I'm already at the door, try to hold Joe back." Jia Mian pressed his fingerprints immediately after speaking, and the door opened with a sound.

Jia Mian looked around and stepped into the room.

The things in the room are very simple, and Jia Mian didn't have time to appreciate them, so he took out the USB flash drive and put it in the computer.

Sweat was already dripping from Jia Mian's forehead. Joe's strike ability was obvious to all in the Middle East. He could sneak into the oil tycoon's house with his bare hands, kill hundreds of bodyguards by himself, and leave unscathed. see.

Don't know if the dice can hold up...

At this time, Guo Ding was almost out of strength, and greeted Joe with punches and kicks. He had already fallen to the ground, but immediately got up to attack Guo Ding.

There were bloodstains all over his face, and at least three ribs were broken by Guo Dingjie.

What Guo Ding didn't know was that Joe didn't feel pain and had undergone an operation in the hospital, so unless he died, he would never fall down.

Guo Dian kicked Joe in the lower abdomen again. Joe knelt down on the ground, his reaction was much slower, but he still stood up and continued to swing his fist at Guo Dian.

The moment Joe swung his fist, he clenched the handle of the knife behind his waist with the other hand, and when Guo Ding raised his hands to block Joe's fist, he swung the knife towards Guo Ding's abdomen...

The receiving speed of the U disk is very slow, and the data transfer rate is 1%, 2%, and 3%.

Jia Mian was counting and suddenly heard some noise outside the door. She suddenly picked up the computer on the table and squatted under the table.

boom.

The door was opened and someone came in.

Jia Mian held her breath and shrunk her body as much as she could. The gun on her back was held in her hand and aimed at her face. As soon as someone came over, she would shoot immediately.

"What are you doing? I was scared to death. I thought you were gone." Guo Ding said, covering the blood on his head.

Jia Mian glanced at Guo Dian and was too surprised to speak.

Guo Dice, won Joe?

Guo Ding tried his best not to let the blood drip on the ground, covered the wound with his tie, and stuffed the tie into his pocket after hemostasis.

"That man is a fucking monster. Luckily, my body is stab-proof, otherwise I'll be sure of his way today. Jia Mian, how much more?"

Jia Mian regained consciousness, looked at the computer and said, "There are still 32% left."

Suddenly there was another noise at the door, and Jia Mian subconsciously glanced at Guo Ding.

Guo Ding frowned, leaned down, and looked outside from under the door.

"There are three people outside. The person we knocked out just now must have woken up and reported it." Guo Ding said, looking at the progress bar on the computer.

Gee, there's another 12%.

People outside can enter the house without fingerprints, so Guo Ding still has a few minutes to delay.

Jia Mian's face was dark, and the sweat on his head was running down the tip of his nose. If someone from outside rushed in, he and Guo Ding would be forced to be crippled immediately based on the fact that he and Guo Ding were both injured.

"Bang—" The people outside had already started banging on the door, and the guns were fired at the keyhole.

Guo Ding cleaned up the traces on the ground, opened the window and took a rough look at the situation below.

"Is there anyone inside?" a mercenary said with a cigarette in his mouth.

The other elbowed the door and said, "I don't know, but it looks like the upper floor must have been attacked, otherwise it's impossible that none of the guards upstairs are there."

After a strange silence, the three mercenaries began to knock on the door collectively, and the door creaked from the force of the attack.

Suddenly there was a burst of electric sparks from the door lock, and the door was smashed, and the three rushed in immediately, pointing their guns at the opposite side.

But there was no one in the room.

The computer shut down intact, there was no trace on the carpet, the only difference was the window that was blown open by the wind...

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