Smith Michael walked out of the airport with his suitcase.
He had a tall and straight figure, a handsome face, golden hair, sunglasses, and a wallet.
He looked into the sky of Jiangdu.
"Is this China?”
Not far away, there were three hooligans.
"Big brother, that handsome guy looks like a fat sheep.”
"Do something to him?"
"Get him!"
The three hooligans did not need to say much. Their division of labor was clear and they were directly divided into two groups.
Smith Michael waved his hand, and a taxi drove over.
He opened the car door and was about to get in.
At this moment, the hooligan White Paper covered Smith Michael's eyes.""Guess who I am?"
Smith Michael was furious.""Let go!"
White Paper: "If you can guess who I am, then let go. I'll give you three chances."”
At this moment, the other two gangsters had already carried Smith Michael's suitcase into the taxi and left in the taxi.
Smith Michael: "Sir, if you don't let go, I won't be polite.”
"Alright, alright, I'll let go…" Whitey
said. Then, it let go and quickly slipped into a corner and disappeared.
Smith Michael looked left and right, but he didn't see White Paper. He was furious!
He lowered his head and prepared to pick up his suitcase and leave.
In the end, when he reached out, it
was empty.
“？？”
Two more times and it would still be empty.
His face froze for a moment.
Smith Michael looked down. The box was gone.
F * ck your lungs!
The item in the box was a very important prop to him!
Without it, Michael's assassination ability would be at least a few levels lower!
How could Smith Michael not know that he had been played? He quickly looked around to see the bastard who had stolen his precious box. In the end, he couldn't find the suspect after scanning the place several times.
"Damn it!"
Smith Michael cursed in a pure Northeastern accent.
In
the manor, Ye Xuan was eating while paying attention to the movements of the international assassin Smith Michael. In the end, he saw Smith Michael being tricked by the local hooligans.
A mouthful of soup was spat onto Ning Nanshi's face.
F * ck.
Wasn't this international assassin too pitiful? He hadn't even started to act cool, yet he had already been f * cked to the ground by the local hooligans?
You're an international assassin!
Ning Nanshi wiped the soup with a dumbfounded expression.
Smith
Michael took out his phone from his pocket and called his team assistant.
"Hey, Serena, send all my props to **…"
"Michael, didn't you bring props?"”The other side of the phone asked.
Smith Michael: "…"
How do you want me to answer that?
He couldn't possibly answer that his item box was stolen by an expert when he had just arrived in the country, right?
If you find out about this, won't I lose face?
Smith Michael was quick-witted, and he quickly thought of a perfect excuse."When we passed the plane security check, the box was found to be suspected of being dangerous, so it was detained at the airport.”
The assistant, Serena, did not suspect anything and said straightforwardly,""Alright, I'll send it over in two days."
After hanging up, Michael hailed a taxi.
Because he was in a bad mood, he urged,"Yellow-skinned monkey, hurry up and drive. I want to go to the hotel!”
Yellow-skinned monkey?
The taxi driver's face darkened.
However, the driver did not show it on the spot and continued driving.
Soon, they arrived at the main road outside the Geman Hotel.
Stop the car.
The chauffeur was all smiles.”
"Humph!" Schmidt Michael was in a bad mood. He paid the money and opened the car door.
He stepped out.
His feet missed a step.
"Ah ~~~~"
A miserable cry was heard.
F * ck, where's the manhole cover?
Smith Michael stepped into the air and fell into the sewers.
The
driver sneered,"I told you to call yourself a yellow-skinned monkey. I'll kill you if you fall!"
The taxi drove away!
Ye
Xuan spat another mouthful of tea on Ning Nanshi's face.
F * ck, who the f * ck came to Jiangdu to steal the manhole cover?
Awesome!
His heart ached for Michael for three seconds…
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