12. The way forward
Dowry.
I’m afraid I’ve been married to high-value people.
When the trunk was full of large boxes of paper, the young men were silent and unloaded, moving to the conference room to open the boxes and full of operational equipment.
Model equipment, wolf spray, wolf alarm.
The action team was equipped with walkie-talkies, baseball bats, dumpsticks, chains and powerful lightweights filled with large boxes.
The command centre was equipped with high-tech, water-free headphones, locators, cameras, voice receivers and two laptops for two desktop computers plus four or five large monitors.
The young man was fast, waiting for his cousin to tell me that the conference room had been set up as a command room, the table had been set up, the new computer had been sealed, four or five super-demonstrators had been placed, and there was a bit of a regular army position.
The cameras, locator, voice receiver are then connected.
The boys look like they’re pros, they take off the model’s phone, they put in a locator and voice receiver, and then they take one of the models’ blouses, they take off a button on their shirt, they empty half a latte of the camera, they activate the backstage program, and they watch the model’s video and location map go live to computers and our cell phone terminals.
I looked at the equipment in front of me, and I was thinking about what a fucking marriage agency it was. It was like a real spy. I mean, they’re always doing some crazy work, all this shit.
Cousin sat on the side with a little jasmine tea and looked strange.
The finance brother, who was assigned to the army in the town at any time, began to distribute the equipment from the ground down.
The first one was a model, a wolf spray was in a handbag, a wolf alarm was in a pocket, and I was still uneasy, and I put an electric shocker in a model bag.
And then the team, one of them had a baseball bat, a chain, a strong light, and, to be honest, the bat and chain were really a good tool for fighting, but I played it upside-down, and I picked it up and picked it up, and it felt good.
In his concluding remarks, cousin concluded by saying that one of the actions was to make a contribution to society on the sidewalk, and the other was to work hard to build a team that could fight hard. The goal was to be a professional thug, to be safe in action and to be just a civilian and to call the police as soon as we catch the scum.
The words of my cousin, who has been a leader for a long time, are a comprehensive, social, team-building and, finally, a combination of the rule of law and personal security.
Indeed high level.
It had already been over 5 p.m., and her cousin had been carrying four or five bags of big buns with her in a hurry to come into the conference room and shouted to support the front and let everyone eat.
My cousin told me that she didn’t have time today, so she bought a bag of a dozen pounds of beef in order to get the big guy to eat a hot meal today, steamed a big bag of beef onions at home, and had to work a day before the meal.
At that time, I gave my cousin a big compliment on her spirit of support for the front.
Let’s go first.
I know it’s a deadly war, with four big buns on my head, and I have to say that my cousin’s hand is so good, he’s chewing on the thin buns, and the soft meatballs are popping into his mouth, and the oil is running around his mouth, and the hot buns are eating in his mouth.
I’m an old smoker, and I don’t know when I get a bad habit of having a cigarette after dinner.
I watched the room and went out without a word.
It is evening, when the sun is not in the clouds at the end of the sky, and the sun’s after-effects are pouring out on the third floor of the roof of the company. I know that this is the last calm before the Great War, and I lean on the rails of the ceiling and let the smoke float between my fingers, and the light smoke is in my sight, as if I had thought.
And then the shoulder was softly hit.
I looked back and the model was standing behind me like a big bee.
The model smiles at me, doesn’t see a bit of pre-war tension and timidity in his face, with his big eyes flashing and groaning, and says, “Changa, what’s going on?”
I smiled and said, “I wonder if, after your bravery, I’m going to find someone who’s a big, understanding sister or a young, vibrant sister.”
The model punches me in the face and says, “Damn it, Chenka, you’re a bitch.”
I’ve been dazzling, and I’ve been making the model laugh, and I’ve picked up half of the smoke in my hand that just lit Mars, and my red lips have kissed cigarettes, and the slow fog has spread in front of the model.
In the smoke, I ask the model, are you afraid?
Models drop ash and hand me the smoke. The ash spills like gray snow on the roof.
The model said, “Oh, shit, that’s bullshit. Who’s gonna be scared of that freak? I can’t do that.
I took a good sip of smoke, dark yellow filtration with model lipstick and a little sweet.
I passed the cigarette to the model and said, “Don’t be afraid, if the kid shows up, you fuck him, first give her a chili and then hit the storm with a electric shocker, and don’t forget the alarm.
The model took a cigarette and said, “You’ve got to be fast. Don’t be like Wu’s village.
I said, “No, I’m sure I’ll be there within three clicks of the alarm.”
The model looked far away, a little bit of a nod, and then he handed me the cigarette again, saying there was a red handbag under our clothes, and I had a bank card, and if anything happened, you’d bring up the money, and the password was my birthday.
I took a cigarette, I gave it to the model again, and I said, “Damn it, don’t be such a jerk. I’ll protect you tonight.”
The model smiled and said, “Damn, don’t give me any free money.
I said, uh, keep it till we get married.
Model said, um.
I said, put on a new wind, two old smokers together, and the house is gonna choke.
Model says, well, pretend.
I said, forget it, quit smoking for the sake of the kids later.
The model says, “Yeah, quit smoking. For the sake of the kids, quit after this.”
While we talk about quitting smoking, half of the cigarettes burning are in our hands and round and round, and the smoke wraps us around as if a time tunnel had opened before our eyes.
Once again, we seem to have returned to Wu’s village, where we were tired and trapped in a dead-end Jedi. The only remaining cigarette turns around in our hands, and the cigarette head burns like the only light in darkness after several passing.
This is the moment.
The cigarette ran out, and I put the cigarette under my feet that was about to burn.
We stand shoulder to shoulder on the roof, watching each other in silence as the evening twilight fades in the clouds, and in the north after the autumn, the night always comes so fast, and the big cities shine thousands of neon lights at the next minute.
I know, the battle is finally about to begin.
I don’t know.
Evening, 6:10.
All personnel are on standby in the room and everything is ready.
The model said he was going to clean up and find an empty house where her cousin could help with the door and put on her own armor.
All the operatives were waiting in the conference room, and there was no sound in the messy conference room after the model had been replaced.
I must say, a model is a natural dresser.
It doesn’t look like he’s wearing a model.
A light blue-banded short skirt, which fits into the model’s magic curve, and a white V in the coat with a small suit on his waist, which highlights the model’s standard S waist.
A pair of light-headed, low-skinned shoes on his feet, and an LV handbag in his hand, if his ankles were visible, offered the model a raise.
If it’s on the average person, it’s a cheap net, but it’s on the model, and it’s hard, it’s pure.
It’s not like it’s light, but it’s got all kinds of details, and it’s got all kinds of grotesque.
I look at the model in the armor, and I’m whispering in my heart.
At the time, I felt like Suh Ning had put on his ancestral locknails, and Zong had been wrapped up in a sacrilegious horse, and Guan Yu had taken a blue dragon’s moon knife.
Straight as a man.
It was not until my cousin coughed twice, either intentionally or by accident, that all the young men who hunted the net in the conference room saw their souls.
My sister-in-law came to me and whispered, “Changa, how did you get along with such a handsome daughter-in-law?”
I smiled and said, “Where, where, I can’t stop.”
In his concluding remarks in the conference room, his cousin stressed the discipline of action, saying that only those who would leave the battlefield without father and son would be banned, the former would not be spared, and those who had escaped would be executed.
Looks like it’s real. It’s like it’s got a star.
We took a final inventory of the equipment, and cousins waved and the three troops moved.
I can see that my cousin is very good at this, knowing that the scum is a master, and this time he won’t dare. He lets the model slip out the back door, and then he walks half a mile before the model finds the side of the road and goes to the agreed place.
My cousin and I followed the two teams, one car.
Cousin used his own Mercedes E300L, I used the company Pasat, and Little Lee made me a driver.
After we got in the car, we and the model tested the signal several times, the voice receiver resonated without delay, the camera was clear, the locator followed in real time and the equipment was all right.
Cousin, he said we had a location, we didn’t have to follow too closely, so we didn’t miss out. We left about half a block behind.
At 7:00 a.m., the model got out of the taxi and arrived at the agreed location on time.
Two teams of my cousins and I stopped in the middle of nowhere, waiting in silence.
Everything is going according to plan.
The model got off the road for about five minutes, and a black A8 appeared in the traffic.
The Audi car turned on the light as it approached the model, slowed it down to the side of the road, while the back window slowly fell down, it seemed like someone was saying hello to the model, the model bended over and down for a second, and then opened up the car, and the Audi car got back to work, and it got into the wind of the night…
Almost at the same time, the cousin’s voice was heard on the walkie-talkie: attention was drawn to the team, the target was present, Combat Group II was following, Combat Group II was following, and Combat Group II was on the move, making sure that a safe distance was left and the command centre confirmed the signal.
Little Lee’s a good cousin, and I’m a team leader who hasn’t spoken yet, and as soon as he steps under his feet, our Pasadeh will come out, and he’ll be in the middle of the traffic, far behind the Audi car.
I really don’t see it. Little Lee’s kid’s usually bored.
You’re hiding something.
I’ve been taking a shit.
As soon as the two of us move, we start to listen to our colleagues at the command center in the wireless headphones.
The atmosphere was like some kind of Hong Kong police bandit.
I’m afraid of a model’s failure, and I’ve been working on my phone and laptop, and I’ve been on the model’s audio channel, and I’ve been looking at the inside of the model’s car.
The camera was hidden in the buttons of the model’s shirt, and the model was sitting on the side of the sidecarriage, temporarily unable to see the face of the scum and only hearing the sound.
When I got to the channel late, I heard that the model had been in the car with that scumbag.
I don’t know what they’ve been talking about, but she’s starting to flatter us.
The model used his real name when he met the scum, and he gave me a little detail about whether it was a real name or a pseudonym when he met the scum, and then he thought, “What’s the matter with the fog is that the flowers are real and fake, and there’s no real thing to line up, and that’s what happens.”
It’s true that this time the model tried to catch this piece of shit, with a little detail hidden in his mind.
The demon king of the model level is completely immune to this little trick, and it’s called a little twirling, and it’s like the twirling of a twirl by a twirl dress, and she smiles and says, “Who are you?”
I was sitting on the sidecarriage and listening to two things, and I was a little bit distasteful, thinking about the scum that made the police say it, and this is just a playboy’s way of doing it, and I’m going to get rid of you myself.
I’m thinking about it, and the next thing I know, the guy’s got a big hand.
Looks like the guy’s got a side on the side, he’s got a little twirling at the model, and he’s got a bad look at the model, and he’s like he’s scared that he’s suddenly taking advantage of something.
I listened to the channel for about five seconds, and I didn’t see the man on the scene, and the next minute I heard the man suddenly changing his voice and saying, “No, I mean Miss Wang’s style, Wu’s troupe, but so.”
When I heard the man’s voice changed, the eight words came out of the wireless earpiece, and Li and I had a little bit of a vibrating vibrating, and suddenly I felt like I had opened the door to the new world, and I understood at the time why the demon king of the White Moonlight would still stomp on his feet.
Five seconds to stop, and the man’s voice is perfect for a moment.
The man’s voice was no longer the glitter tone of the old playboy, but suddenly it was a man’s bass with a hyphenation, and eight large words from the Wu with a wind-and-tale coat came through my earpiece with an electric current.
I can still carry the bass, but I don’t know how it works, but it’s got a little magnetic in it.
I had the illusion that the eight words were not boring words, but an eight words of truth came into my heart!
As soon as my smug mind was removed, I suddenly felt that the space around me seemed to begin to distort, that the world seemed to begin to blur, that the brain began to imperceptible like a lack of oxygen, that there was a sun rising in the east, that the bells of Notre Dame in Paris were resounding in their ears, that the people of the world cried out to Intensils, and that the old priest whispered that God would have mercy on the world, and that my chest was sore, I couldn’t help but cry out, oh, holy light!
This terrible illusion lasted for seven or eight seconds, and it took me so long to force myself to return to the gods, to look at the little plum that was driving around, to lose its voice, as I did, to look at the ploughing of the car, and I touched the elbow of the plum, which came back to the god, and set the wheel straight.
I said, “Is this a human voice? It’s a fucking Buddha.”
Little Lee’s face is full of shit, Chen, he’s a good fucking expert…
I was reminded of Lee Li Li’s introduction to this scum in a ring called low-magnetic stealth when I thought it was a device, and now I know it’s a ghost voice.
When the sound changed, Li and I suddenly got out of hand with this piece of shit, knowing that this time I met someone…
The model also seemed to make the bass sound a little chilly and took two or three seconds to catch up.
The model’s saying is typical of a soup that is neither attacked nor guarded, and that obviously makes the scum’s voice sound so heavy as not to slow down the gods.
Listen to the slag go on and bombarding, Miss Wang. Won’t your boyfriend mind coming out so late?
Typical piece of crap.
It’s kind of like a little bit of a model that’s back on the line, and it’s like, “Well, what a boyfriend, man, it’s just like that, you know, it’s all about being poor, rich, fucking enthusiasts, or being alone.
The modeling was clearly the essence of the moonlight, with the face of a demonic king, and a small murmur of the world’s events sprung out.
Little Li’s mouth is a little tweaked.
I was sulking back, and I was scolded in my heart, and watching the model play made me go in.
You can count on me. I’m poor.
Scumbags seem to be eating this kind of demonic king’s money, and when they look at the picture, they suffocate with a half-laze, and then they say, “What about Miss Wang?”
The model flipped over and said whatever.
It’s just another gushing of moonlight.
Scumsters threw stones at the road and looked at it as if it was coming, and the Audi car jumped at speed, grabbed a yellow light and headed for the road ahead.
Little Lee and I were too afraid to follow each other, followed by a few feet, followed by a red light, and cousin warned several times in his headphones that he had a location that he did not follow too closely.
It’s just at the peak of the night, when the red and green light flashes out, and we’re on our way.
Scumbags say it’s for lunch. It’s not easy to choose.
I followed Lee from behind and watched the A8 go around the corner, and watched the cars get smaller and smaller, and Li gets more and more, and says, “Didn’t they say eating, running out of town?”
I also watched the road go a little off, and I looked at the camera behind the notebook, and I looked at that piece of shit in the video, and he didn’t show his head, he was in the driver’s seat, and the radio channel of the model in the radio headphone was normal, and he used that low-magnetic sound to flirt with the model, and he didn’t seem like a demon.
I’m not allowed to take any of the pills that this piece of shit sells, I’m chewing my teeth on Lee, and I’m gonna keep an eye on him.
I had an idea, and I’m gonna be a dog’s plaster tonight.
Lee and I ran for half an hour with the scum, and we were both groaning, looking at this A8 in front of us, and suddenly I turned to the right, and I looked down, and I saw an extra tree in the wilderness, and I didn’t get back to the gods.
Li was screaming, Chen, it’s broken.
Little Li, the kid was real, and when he stopped at the side of the road, he turned and tried to pull the door.
I looked far away and looked at the lights in the woods, and I moved, and I pulled Li back and said, “Look at this.”
Little Li is so anxious to say, Chen, what are you waiting for?
I sat on my sidekick and said to Lee’s laptop, “I don’t think it’s a problem.”
On the notebook, the model’s camera is still transmitting.
The model’s camera was on the button, and it was right in front of the car, and I saw the image of Leodi A8 in the woods, and it was a bad light in the middle of the desert, and it was dark as a drill in the woods, and I was staring at the notebook in front of me like a big shrimp rice, and it was so bright that it was so clear.
While several white flowers appeared at the end of the forest, the dirt road became hardened, and A8 ran a few steps along the hardened road, looking at a parking lot at the end of the road.
The parking lot was a big one, with a small kiosk in front of the door with a rise-and-down pole, and the Audi’s car came up in front of the kiosk with a little monk in a robe, lying in front of the car and asking for a couple of questions, turning around and carrying the pole.
Little Lee and I both looked at each other a little bit, and Li said, “What the hell is this?”
By this time, the Audi car was in the parking lot, the video was in the parking lot with the Audi, and I looked in the back of the parking lot, and I realized that I was whispering a good guy!
In the dark darkness of the night, a long, dark, blue stone step appeared at the bottom of the foot, and at the end of the stone level an ancient fragrance came into the eye.
This stone-step straight through the door of the mountain, and I look up at the line of stone, and I see a half-legged threshold at the end of the stone-step, with two red-sealed gates close and closed, and a golden tablet on the door of the mountain, clearly written in five big words — a beautiful view.
Indeed, it is a true vision!
I was in my heart scolding my mother for selling and thinking that the scum had a way of making so many moths out of eating.
The model was a little confused, and he pretended to ask the scum, “Why are we still here?”
The scum stopped and put out the fire, and said to buy Miss Wang a meal.
It’s the low-magnetic sound that the scum used to speak, and the four words of trajectories are clearly coming out, and I’m a little dizzy.
As soon as the scum pulled over, another smart little monk came out of the picture, and with all due respect, helped the scum to get out of the car with his own hand.
Scumbags were supposed to be familiar with the place, looking at the little monk, and then they got a handbag, pulled a LV, pulled a zipper out of a zipper, pulled a little cash out of it, swayed two hands out to the little monk. The monk picked up the little Phoeshizid and said, “Thank you very much.
Little Lee lets the doorman stop for a while, Chen.
It’s like I’m in some kind of high-end convention or something, and I don’t know who’s going to see it and do it.
I’ve been to these high-end clubs with my cousins, but most of them have been converted to a small house.
It’s a clean place and it looks like another business with a sheep head.
I’ve got a point in my heart, and Li says, “That’s what people are about. Wearing a robe is a monk, taking off clothes is a man, they’re primates walking straight, who doesn’t love money.”
Little Lee gave me a big thumb and said it right.
I was just chatting with Li, watching the scum and the model get out of the car and start walking towards the view of the road, and I watched the two of them go far behind the picture, indicating that Li followed, and Little Li followed the door to the car park.
Little Li was still young and ran out of a window and shouted the pole, and it didn’t move.
Half-drive the doorman out of the kiosk, staring at me and Li, looking at our car, asking us who, who, why, what are you doing here?
Little Li is young and can’t stand this trial and say, “What can you do?”
The monk said, “Do you have an appointment?” We don’t have a reception here.
As soon as I looked at the monk, I understood that I and Li were wearing a jersey for ease of action today, that it was a little dirty, and that it was an old Pasat.
It’s like a dog looking low.
When I was laughing, I went south with my cousin and didn’t learn anything else.
Li wanted to argue, and I dragged Lee back, and I showed a white face and said, “What’s the appointment, don’t you know the license plate?” Zhao’s come to dinner and let’s wait in the parking lot.
I’ve got a big cloud, and I’ve got a hard talk, and this little monk is obviously a little obstinate, looking at the plates and looking at the clothes on us.
I’m not lying, I’m talking golf, I’m trying to fill the hole in our sweatshirts, I’ve made up a bureau, and I’ve told him to go to the court, “Passat is a low-profile car, and there’s a lot of people in the court.
The monk fainted and said clearly softly.
Li, the kid, went straight to me and said he was blind. Can I call Zhao? Can you fucking afford it?
After that, Li immediately raised the window, and there was something about leading the driver.
After a few seconds of stomping, the little monk put up the pole, Li made a whole set of plays, went straight to the gas door, opened up a pasat with a feeling of Ferrari, and buzzed into the parking lot.
It’s a very small parking lot. We found a place to park, and we heard cousins say they’re waiting for a meeting.
Young people don’t want to eat, so when Lee looks at his cousin, he says it’s a dog’s ass, and when he looks at his face, he says it’s a dog. Look at the car parked around here, it’s a pine lion.
I’m looking at this parking lot, and it’s either seven or S, and there’s a couple of big bulls, and G63 or something.
I really didn’t think about it this time, but this piece of shit took a lot of blood for a model.
Cousin looks at us and says we’re not going up there, we’re going in there, we’re going in, we’re going in, we’re going in, we’re not going to do it, we’re in the parking lot, we’re going to give him a car watch.
Four or five of us went straight to Pasatri and continued to watch the model live.
I saw the difference between the two doors and the door opening.
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
