Vol 3 Chapter 21: Measures to kill all potential threats

Yuguan double-blows to attract phoenix, and the song goes to Baiyun Township.
How come Qintai dreams, but Xiao Lang does not see Shen Lang.

"Jiannan. Do you love me?"
In a villa on the banks of the Charles River, Song Xiaodan's neck was lifted up like snow, her delicate face was dizzy, and the waves of smoke in her star-lit eyes were full of tenderness.
Shen Jiannan laughed and laughed.
I really don't understand why women always like to talk about love and ask such meaningless things.
Love?
Shen Jiannan didn't know.
He knows very well that for people like him, love is a luxury.
Don't you love it?
Nor is it. But he is really not sure what love is.
Life and death promise or worry about day and night?
Can you do it yourself?
She habitually tucked Song Xiaodan's hair together, and Shen Jiannan smiled.
Although I don't know, this question is not difficult to answer. I often hear this kind of question and the answer is already on my lips.
"Love!"
Song Xiaodan was a little dissatisfied with this answer.
Although she didn't know why she was not satisfied with this answer.
"How much love."
"Baby. A man's love will never be on his lips, love is not what it says, it is done."
"Big bastard. All day long, just say it quickly, don't try to fool me."
"I'm so decent. If you understand the truth, it will be distorted when you understand it?"
"Kill you."
"Haha."
"Quickly talk about how much love you have."
"Then I said, Lu Yao knows horsepower, and will see people's hearts over time!"
"..."
"..."
How much love is there?
Under Song Xiaodan's reminder, Shen Jiannan discovered that he really loved this woman who gave everything to him.
The love is deep, deep.
That 10,000 yuan is like a flash of lightning, always echoing in his heart.
a long time.
Seeing Shen Jiannan's sincerity, Song Xiaodan fell asleep contentedly.
The night is already deep.
In the night, standing in the garden can feel a little bit of autumn in Boston.
The bright moon is high in the sky, and the silver light shines on the earth, like a light veil covering the sky above Boss.
Shen Jiannan walked out of the bedroom with a bath towel and into the spacious courtyard.
Peng Er walked out of the darkness silently.
Kong Wu is tall and powerful, but his silent steps are like ghosts walking in the dark night.
"boss."
Shen Jiannan dropped a cigarette in his hand.
Marat Savage took the cigarette, lit it and took a deep sip, and as the nicotine entered his body, he shrugged.
"Boss. Why the better the relationship between you Chinese, the more you want him to die."
Shen Jiannan couldn't help but laugh.
He swallowed a bite of nicotine that committed suicide, jokingly.
"Are you still afraid of death?"
"Of course. There are so many beautiful rivers and mountains, so coquettish beauties, so fresh air, so clear moon. It feels good to be alive and free to live."
"Then you still smoke."
"But it tastes really good!"
Shamelessly speaking, Marat Savage took a deep cigarette, enjoying the fascination of nicotine in his body.
"Did you hear anything."
"Oh. It's nothing special. The went to meet a group of in the morning. I think it might be planning a robbery. Of course, what he said, I think you don't want to hear."
"Where are people now?"
"The monkey is following, everything is under control."
"..."
Eastern suburbs, slums.
The path full of mud, the dilapidated and crumbling houses, when walking on the road, you can smell the smell of urine from time to time, and you can even see disgusting stool.
This is a gathering place for blacks and Indians in Boston.
The dirty environment makes people want to frown as soon as they approach.
Ken Seuss looked disgusted and walked into an old building led by a black man.
The three-story old building has been in disrepair for a long time. With the steps, people wonder if the stairs will be stepped on at any time.
Finally, the two stopped on the second floor.
In a small room with an open door, five or six black people lay on the floor, like walking dead, looking at pornographic magazines that they didn't know where they picked up.
The tangy smell came oncoming, making Ken Hughes who wanted to take a step had to stop.
"Damn it. What the is it. Damn nigger, what a disgusting maggot."
Ken Seuss cursed in his heart.
He has always been very disgusted with black people.
These creatures are naturally lazy and dirty. They can rest for three days after one day of work. They also talk about human rights every day. They are really disgusting and criminal creatures.
If he didn't want to use these guys, he wouldn't come to such a damned place.
"Hey. Man, who is he?"
A black man in the room spotted Ken Hughes standing still at the door and asked his companion who had returned.
"Tony. He is my friend, hey, man, come in first."
Ghosts will go in.
Glancing at the blanket on the ground that was obviously bitten by rats, Ken Hughes' eyes were full of disgusting smoke. God knows why these guys are not infected with dysentery and plague.
"Nigra. Tell them about the matter."
The black man who called Nigra burst into joy and danced, telling his companion what Ken Seuss had told him.
"Guys, listen. There is a big deal waiting for us, and we are going to make a fortune."
"..."
"Walter? You said that woman took tens of thousands of dollars with her?"
"Yes. At least tens of thousands of dollars."
"Is she the same person?"
"No no. She is Chinese, she is Chinese."
"Oh! God! We are really going to make a fortune."
"Now. Let us discuss it."
"...'
Soon, Ken Hughes walked out of the slum with his nose and mouth covered. The moment he absorbed the fresh air, there was a twist on his handsome facial features.
Hate, humiliation, burning in his chest like a fire.
Thinking of picking up the banknotes from the ground that day, Ken Hughes's face twitched.
Song!
I think you will taste the gift I prepared for you soon.
You will thank me, right!
Wild fire, in spring.
A guy like Shen Jiannan was so gloomy in his bones that, that day, when he saw Ken Xius's bitterness, how could he let his bitterness go on.
Ken Seuss may never understand what he provokes. He doesn't even know that when he accidentally collided with someone on the street, he already had a button-sized bug on his body.
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Sunlight shot into the room from the window sill, and the sleeping Song Xiaodan blinked his long eyelashes and opened his eyes quietly.
The brain paused for a while, and she laughed subconsciously when she met a pair of black eyes.
"When did you get up?"
"I woke up long ago."
"Then you don't ask me to get up and cook."
"I made something casually. I fried two eggs and heated the ham. Get up and eat."
"How can a man cook."
"It is my honor to serve beautiful ladies."
"..."