Monica is angry and funny, not to mention a hundred rubles, even 100 million pounds is a drop in the bucket in her eyes, the underground black boxing markets in Macau, Thailand, Vietnam and other places are all controlled by her, and the wealth that goes in and out of her hands every year far exceeds the GDP of a moderately developed country!

This outrageous huge amount of invisible wealth, up to trillions of dollars, is just some boring numbers in her eyes, and what she wants, ordinary people can't give it!

Monica stepped on high heels and walked in front of Ye Fan, the chic red evening dress revealed a whole smooth and perfect bare back, turned around leisurely, the bewitching face that seemed to be smiling was gorgeous and amazing, her red lips spit lightly, and her right hand wearing snow-white gloves pointed at Ye Fan: "You!"

"I?haha...... Ye Fan laughed, "No problem, what tricks do you want to play? ”

The woman smiled and walked over and put her arm around him, "Then let's go." ”

"Listen to me. Ye Fan smiled and walked up the stairs with this bewitching girl.

People who don't know the truth may think that these two people met by chance at the station, they were already familiar with each other, and after some flirting, they immediately hooked up and became adulterous, but in fact, only they know the original story.

Just as the two of them walked into the underground passage, on the sparsely populated Moscow railway station, a decent figure flashed from behind the pillars.

A black tuxedo, shiny leather shoes, and a snow-white shirt are matched with a pair of vicious eyes!

"What's your name?" Sitting on the convertible sports car, Ye Fan reached out and stroked the exquisite interior of the car, "This car is old, right?"

"Monica. The woman smiled charmingly: "The 1962 version of the Lord." ”

"Oh, I haven't heard of it. Ye Fan squinted, the night wind was very strong, the snowflakes were blurry, in this kind of weather, the person who drove the convertible sports car was either a madman or a perverted neurosis.

The woman laughed coquettishly, and her tone was flirtatious: "I knew that you were not interested in luxury cars, you are a natural prodigal son, a lover born for women, am I right?"

"Are you the roundworm in my stomach?" Ye Fan asked rhetorically, "It seems that you know myself better than I do." ”

"Of course, it's very easy for us to gather any intelligence we need. For example, the incident you did in Macau, and last night, on the Lennon Boulevard, your performance has been eye-catching. Monica put away her smile and looked serious for the first time.

Hearing this unexpected self-defeating door, Ye Fan's hippie smile suddenly retracted, "So, you are the behind-the-scenes boss of the underground black fist?"

"Hehe, do you want to know? When you go to bed, let's have a good talk. As if talking about an easy deal, Monica replied calmly.

"Are you sure I'm going to your bed?"

Monica smiled disapprerovingly: "What you just said doesn't count? You Chinese people have a proverb: A gentleman is a word, a horse is difficult to chase, dear Ye, do you want to break your trust with others?"

"Naturally, I won't lose my trust in people, but Monica, you're a ghost!

The woman's face changed drastically, and she asked in a cold voice, "What did you say?"

"I said you're a ghost. Ye Fan looked at her face that had turned cold and gloomy slowly: "A bloodless face, even if you are angry, you won't be as rosy as a normal person, Monica, I talk to you about people, why talk nonsense to me?"

"You know!" Monica looked a little flustered when her true identity was revealed.

"Haha, are you afraid of seeing people?"

"You recognized it from the beginning!" Monica exclaimed, in a state of enlightenment.

Ye Fan nodded and laughed: "You are very smart, but smart people will always be mistaken by smartness, Monica, tell me, who cleaned the gypsy camp." ”

"What do I get paid?" the woman was shrewd, fitting her identity, a bargaining profiteer.

"As you wish. Ye Fan glanced at her proud and sexy chest and smiled: "Even if you are a ghost, you are also a charming and touching female ghost, in our place, the love story between a female ghost and a scholar has always had a long history, I am interested in giving it a try." ”

Monica was particularly impressed by the half-truth, and with her high heels on the accelerator, the antique sports car shot into the avenues outside Moscow, spilling a string of silver bells of laughter along the way.

In an abandoned arsenal, light bulbs flicker, and there are many people, with the secret help of Oleg, and Fujiwara Oshima and his party from Japan are stationed here.

"Hey, I see, master!" Fujiwara Oshima was holding a cell phone to report to Vladivostok, Siberia.

This time, in order to successfully obtain the nuclear warheads and the batch of **, the Fujiwara family spared no expense, poured out their nests, and divided their troops into three routes, all the way through Andrei and Kolyyan contact, directly put forward the purchase intention; all the way as a backup plan, stationed in Moscow, if necessary, climbed the Oleg line; and the final decision-making base camp was far away in Vladivostok, and Fujiwara Takumi personally sat in the battle to supervise the battle.

At this moment, the arms were on the way, and Fujiwara Oshima maintained close contact with Colonel Iliad and reported the results of the battle to the head of the family in a timely manner.

The only thing that is lacking now is that the revenge plan has not yet been officially implemented, and the Chinese people who have a common enmity with Japan are still living freely.

The laughter of the samurai was heard in a certain room, and suddenly the laughter stopped, and then there was a sigh of disappointment and helplessness, followed by the old woman's screaming and cursing that became more intense and heartbreaking.

Hanging up the phone, Fujiwara Oshima's face was unusually angry.

"Lots!" he turned and shouted at the factory office.

"Hey, Oshima-kun......" Fujiwara lot, who appeared in a panic with his pants, buttoned up while running, with an obscene face.

The three big-eared scrapers were pumped over, and Fujiwara Oshima pointed to the nose of the ballot tail and scolded: "Yaga! Why did you kill people!"

"Hey, hey!" Fujiwara nodded vigorously and confessed, half of his face swollen high.

After Fujiwara Oshima finished venting, he held the *** and shouted to the people around him: "Now there is only one useless old woman left, kill her, gather all the samurai, and march to Siberia! We must rush to the Far East as soon as possible." ”

"Oshima-kun, shall we leave like this?" a samurai asked cautiously.

"This is the order of the head of the family, I don't need to explain it to you!" Fujiwara Oshima's pigtail on the back of his head stood tall and proud, full of violentness.

"Hey!"

The samurai were ordered to pack their bags, and Lady Sally was racked up and thrown on the cold concrete floor.

Three disheveled Japanese samurai carried Lilith out of the room, her skin was bruised, her eyes were wide open, and two tears of blood slipped from her forehead!

"Hurry up and dispose of it!" Fujiwara Oshima was a little impatient, he had just been reprimanded by the head of the house, blaming him for his incompetence, and now the police were searching everywhere for evidence, and their gang had to leave Moscow as soon as possible.

A samurai pulled out his long knife and licked the corner of his mouth, the blade was raised, and the bright silver light slashed at Sally's neck!

Keng——

The piercing sound reverberated through the factory floor, and the Dongying long knife came out of his hand, vibrating in the air!

The long knife flew and eventually, fell into the palms of a pair of hands!

The sudden appearance of this extra figure stunned everyone.

Holding this long knife, Ye Fan's eyes were filled with endless killing intent, seeing Lilith's body ruined to death by this group of beasts, her eyes were blood-red for a moment, and she didn't say half a word, she instantly moved to the front of the warrior, and her hand rose and fell!

Poof!

An ugly head flew diagonally, filthy blood rushing to the ceiling!