2167: C2167 Beauty Don't Look at Me

C2167 Beauty Don't Look at Me

Athens at two in the morning.

The temperature of 19 degrees Celsius, coupled with the cold and humid sea breeze and constant spring wear, really made people feel that it was even scarier than the cold winter in northern China.

Lee Nanfang couldn't help but shiver.

He had often heard people say that after doing that kind of thing, it was best for a man to not be stimulated by any cold. Otherwise, it was very easy for him to be possessed and he would feel sick to the point of wanting to die.

Lee Nanfang was deeply impressed by this.

He thought back to when he was at Qingshan, under a certain crooked tree, and Zhan Hsingshen, who was still somewhat arrogant at that time …

It was nice.

However, on the second day, he deeply felt what it meant to be ill.

The evil energy seeped into his body, causing him to be in so much pain that he wished he were dead.

That experience was still fresh in his mind.

To be honest, he really didn't want to do it again.

However, there were some things that one had to do in the early hours of the morning. It was impossible not to leave the house after doing those kinds of things.

This was because there weren't many Chinese men who could resist a beauty with blonde hair and blue eyes.

For an entire three days, he had changed many different patterns.

It would always make you angry when you were unprepared.

This kind of woman couldn't be called a demoness, she could only be called … the nemesis of men.

If it weren't for the fact that he had something important to do, Lee Nanfang would have already lived in Athens forever, becoming a man who was a goddess, carefree and happy.

Forget it, there was no use in saying all this.

He had already walked out. How could he possibly hold up his business for the sake of the matters on the bed?

The dim road lights stretched out on the long street, which could not be seen with a single glance. They could not illuminate much of the city, but they could clearly sense the depression that had occurred in the city.

The population was small, and the people of Athens, in the face of high social benefits, had long since lost their will to fight. They never knew what it was like to be hungry, so they never came out in the middle of the night to look for food.

Even if there were beggars here, they would still receive a fixed monthly allowance. They would only like to sleep on the streets.

He walked through the streets.

Lee Nanfang walked until it drizzled down from the sky and finally saw a coffee shop that was open 24 hours a day.

That's right, it should be here.

At the door of the café, two regular Greek policemen would stand under the streetlights all night, staring at the building opposite the café.

From time to time, a few people would come out from the building.

The man either waved to the chauffeur, hugged the pretty girl, and got on the car to leave.

Or, he could put on his hat and scarf, not even dare to easily open his umbrella. He could wrap himself up in a state where not even his own mother could recognize him, and quickly leave.

As for the women who walked out of the building, they went straight to the coffee shop opposite and ordered a cup of coffee before sitting there quietly.

Until —

A new man entered the café and took the coffee from in front of them, along with their men.

It was a very strange scene.

However, the true reflection of some countries in Europe, the kind of gambling business, but also a unique way of doing things.

No one can say what they're doing with money and their bodies.

After all, men spend money on coffee.

The women wanted coffee.

When Lee Nanfang walked into the café, he definitely attracted the attention of countless women in the restaurant.

He didn't need to look at anything else, he just looked at Boss Lee's figure.

Many of the ladies who were obviously not in the mood to receive guests regained their sparkling and translucent eyes. Some people even took the initiative to raise their coffee cups in an attempt to attract Lee Nanfang's attention.

After all, it was already the latter half of the night.

In the first half of the night, he had experienced so many setbacks for three seconds.

The money was more or less made, and they preferred to be both mentally and physically happy.

Lee Nanfang was obviously a man who could make them happy.

Don't ask them how they came to see it.

After all, he was a professional.

It was all thanks to their many years of experience that they had been so happy.

Unfortunately, Lee Nanfang obviously didn't have much feelings for the ladies here.

It was all because his body had already been completely squeezed out.

How to describe it?

This made people think of a joke.

A certain diaosi painstakingly chased after the school beauty for many years, finally on the night before graduation, finally and the goddess in her heart came to the dream of a small hotel room.

In the bathroom, there was the school belle goddess taking a bath.

The diaosi who was sitting on the bed recalled the experience provided by her roommates, and concluded that when all men did that kind of thing for the first time, it was very easy for them to fire within three seconds.

In order to leave a "lasting" good impression in the goddess's heart.

The diaosi decided, first, roll a tube, after the stimulation, then do the real work.

Thus, he released the beautiful figure in the bathroom onto the wall.

As the children and grandchildren trickled down the wall, Diaoyu suddenly felt that the school belle was just like that.

With an unprecedented tranquility, he pulled up his pants and left without even saying goodbye.

In the end, all that was left was the school belle, alone in her room, blowing on the air-conditioner.

Lee Nanfang's current condition was about the same.

However, there was one thing for sure. Ye Xiaodao was definitely the dorm mate that sneaked into the room after Diaoyu left.

Master Dao walked out of the opulent hotel and returned to the coffee shop with the two pretty girls in his arms. He only glanced at Lee Nanfang from afar before turning around to pick up two cups of coffee and walking to the opposite side of the coffee shop.

"Hehe, sooner or later, I'll die to a woman's belly."

Lee Nanfang pouted, expressing his strong disdain towards Master Dao.

Then, he chose a corner at the end of the coffee shop and sat down.

All the women who tried to get Lee Nanfang's attention were very disappointed.

But very quickly, their disappointment was washed away by other matters.

Tonight, the cafe was doing exceptionally well. Who would care too much about a scumbag who had no interest in women?

Lee Nanfang was like a tramp sleeping on a chair, with his head lowered and his eyes fixed on the room behind the counter.

The door was closed.

Lee Nanfang couldn't see what was going on inside the room, but he had heard about the furnishings inside.

If you look at this room from a purely artistic point of view, it can be said to be devoid of any sense of beauty.

From a practical point of view, the room had no value at all, no room to live in, no place to lie down, not even a seat.

Honestly speaking, this place was more like a warehouse.

The first row was filled with all kinds of documents and books, while the second row was filled with all kinds of bottles and jars.

The contents of the transparent glass jar were not that rare.

Ear, tongue, nose, eyes, fingers and feet. If there was a crazy biologist here who was serious and took out the contents of all the bottles and jars, he would definitely be able to piece them together into a mixed football team.

It's a pretty scary place.

If Lee Nanfang and the rest did not do a serious investigation, they would not believe that this small storage room was the legendary Rodman's Killer Organization Headquarters.

The things inside those bottles and jars was evidence that the Rodman killers brought back after completing their missions.

In the middle of the warehouse, Mr. Manda, the boss of Rodman's Killer Organization, was standing atop a large red wine barrel. He gently swirled the red wine cup in his hand and smiled at Charlie, signalling to him.

"Mr. Charley, it's a pleasure to cooperate with your Interpol. This matter should be recorded in history. You are a truly enlightened person within the international Criminal Police Service. "

A rather flattering remark.

It only made people feel disgusted.

However, Charlie could no longer care about whether it was disgusting or not. He did not even care if people knew that he was just an Interpol, and wanted to secretly meet with the head of the assassination organization.

Not to capture anyone.

Instead, he requested for the assassin's guild's help.

Help them kill someone.

A few days ago, the psychological trauma Black Ghost had created for these Interpol and America agents was just too big.

The thirty odd people, under full vigilance, were actually controlled by the group. They stripped naked and threw them in front of the America embassy.

All the pictures were disseminated throughout the world through the Greek media.

It could be imagined that at this time yesterday, in the entire America International Criminal Police Headquarters, all the newspapers in everyone's hands were filled with "sexy" photographs of Charlie on the headlines.

Humiliation, failure.

Charlie encountered an unprecedented failure in his efforts to capture Black Ghost.

Thus, he began to use any means at his disposal.

"Respected Mr. Manda, in order to achieve the cooperation between us, I have brought the greatest amount of sincerity. I have even instigated a fierce factional conflict at the Interpol Headquarters.

I have no other request.

I only want Black Ghost, dead or alive.

As long as Black Ghost is in my hands, the Rodman's Killer Organization will officially become a branch of the America headquarters.

Your actions around the world can be assisted by Interpol.

Your weapons and equipment can also be obtained directly from Interpol.

However, if he couldn't get Black Ghost.

Forgive me for being blunt.

Rodman's Killer Organization's greatest enemy would become a police officer.

If that's the case, Mr. Manda, you should understand it clearly enough, right? "

Charlie's tone was extremely heavy.

However, Manda did not care about this at all. He continued to sip the red wine and said lightly: "In my dictionary, there is no such thing as failure."

Absolute confidence.

This was something that only someone on the peak of the assassination world pyramid had the right to say.

With these words, Charlie's face finally broke out into a smile.

"Then I wish us a happy cooperation."

"Alright, let's have a happy cooperation."

The red wine glasses clattered together, and Charlie drank the sweetest wine he had ever tasted in his entire life. He reached out and picked up the scarf that was placed beside him, completely covering his face.

"Mr. Manda, please allow me to drink two cups of coffee outside."

"Ha ha-ha, Mr. Charlie, your coffee will always be free for me."

Men know what it means to laugh.

Charlie turned around, walked around the large bookshelves, and pulled open the door.

Everyone's attention followed the creaking sound as the door opened.

Charlie strutted around the coffee shop like a chicken that had been reignited, and finally stopped in front of a certain spot.

This was a woman with a beautiful face from the East. Charlie hated Black Ghost, who belonged to the East. He wanted to vent his anger on the matter of ravaging the East.2

But when he reached for the cup of coffee.

But... he missed.

The coffee cup that had been lying on the table a few seconds ago had magically disappeared.

Charlie was slightly stunned.

He saw a man dressed exactly like him, holding a coffee cup to block the Oriental girl's eyes.

"Beauty, don't look."

As the sound of his voice faded …

A gunshot rang out.

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