Pouncing head-on and throwing a series of punches, it was as if the most intense drumbeat had sounded. At that moment, who knew how many punches landed solidly on Ciri Wang's chest and head … A group of Muay Thai students shouted and rushed forward, pulling their master who was staggering on his hind legs. These Thais had some backbone. Three or four of them stretched out their hands, closed their eyes, and blocked in front of them.
The whistling fist wind suddenly stopped less than a centimeter in front of the person at the front. The woman's figure was originally like a violent hurricane, but she stopped steadily in an instant.
Protecting Ciri Wang in the middle, this group of people screamed and shouted, because in front of their eyes, this Muay Thai master, who almost carried honor and hope, had a face full of blood. Just now, the rattlesnake like wave of the hand directly slashed his eyes. Both of his eyes had already been slashed into pieces, turning into terrible bloody holes. Later, the heavy punches like a storm almost collapsed his chest. Even if he didn't die, he would be completely crippled in the future.
These disciples who learned Muay Thai from Ciri Wang were associated with him. If they lost this trip to China, they would be despised at most. Ciri Wang's strength was still there, and he had a chance to make a comeback. However, he was actually crippled. A few seconds later, a group of people called for a doctor, and some cried. They hurriedly put Ciri Wang on the ground. The Thais in front of them were trembling, but they forced themselves to stand. When most of them recognized Ciri Wang's situation, more people looked at the woman who was still holding her fist coldly with resentment, as if they were going to rush up and fight her at any time.
However, resentment was the power of the weak. When the woman in front of them looked at them with indifferent eyes without the slightest emotion, more people subconsciously took a few steps back. In front of such a person, there was no room to fight. Everyone knew that if they gritted their teeth and rushed up, the most likely thing was that they would all be sent back to Thailand.
Slowly, she withdrew her fist in the air, took out a tissue from her pocket, and coldly wiped the blood on her fingertips. The hellish feeling of death in her eyes gradually faded in the process. Just now, in front of them, although there was not much movement, everyone could feel that the invincible human-shaped weapon had completed the transformation into the original simple and elegant woman.
Gently gathering the scattered hair on her forehead, she put her palms together and gently bowed.
"Sawadika."
Just now, when Tilapa challenged He Yihong and Ye Han in a condescending manner, she pretended to show off and greeted them like this. Now that she said it with the attitude of a victor, it formed an indescribable irony in the air.
She quietly turned around, while walking, she buttoned up her shirt's cufflinks. At the edge of the venue, she casually put on her shoes and jacket, put her reporter's ID in her pocket, and then put on her glasses. At this time, she returned to the image of a quiet and elegant female reporter and directly walked out of the gym.
Quietly, people made way for her and watched her walk out of the door …
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"We followed her out of the hotel, and then … I lost my target …"
Still in the room on the top floor, the voice of the foreigner named Charles sounded in the special channel of the intercom system. Kelly was still sitting in the middle of the sofa, with her slender and sexy legs spread out on both sides of the sofa, tightly stretched into a perfect "one" shape, which looked full of indescribable artistic beauty.
While listening to the voice, she turned her body, then pressed her upper body down on one of her thighs, folded her calves back, one hand wrapped around her lower abdomen, and the other hand raised to the ceiling in the same graceful posture. In a relaxed and casual manner, she completed a difficult yoga pose.
Her lovely lips were lightly pursed, but her eyes were still focused on the TV screen in front of her.
Just now, the martial arts scene in the gym below was being broadcasted. Although the picture was slightly shaky, the video this time was much clearer than the video from last time. Just now, Charles was filming and sending it up. The tatami in the venue was seriously damaged, and there were cracks on several walls due to punches and kicks. A man and a woman were fighting fiercely in the video.
"Ah …" She opened her mouth and took a deep breath, then she frowned, "Annoying!"
Jian Suyan came over, but actually went to find a group of Thai guys to fight, then left after the fight, which made her quite dissatisfied.
Suddenly, an even more annoying voice came from the intercom, "Hello, Miss Kelly, that … I'm Chen Shaojie, I called to ask about the flight to Japan, it's tomorrow at three in the morning, I just wanted to confirm, uh …"
"Pa!" Even though she was still in the yoga pose, Kelly suddenly reached out and cut off the conversation with this guy. However, because of this, the complete yoga pose was a bit off. She twisted her body and sat up straight again, putting on the black high heels beside the sofa, then stood up and did a few simple stretching exercises, then walked over to the table in a half-naked posture.
With a casual pat, the eight laptops on the long table were restored to their working state at the same time. At this time, the screen of each laptop was divided into six surveillance images. Her eyes scanned back and forth between the forty-eight images, her fingers occasionally tapping a few times.
Everything was normal.
After a while, she picked up the intercom and pressed the button, "Charles, tell your people to be on alert, she's back."
"Okay … where is she?"
"My intuition tells me that she's already come up. You know, for a pure girl, intuition is always very accurate …"
"… Okay, I got it."
Charles was the person by Natalie's side, in the current delegation, he was the one who understood her the most. No matter what she did, it was said that she did it because of her woman's intuition, but these "intuitions" were frighteningly accurate. After a while, Charles asked, "Miss Kelly, do you need to temporarily move?"
"Come on, Charles, I love her!"
"Uh, okay …"
The intercom system temporarily quieted down. She sat by the long table, watching the movements of the figures on the surveillance screen, then lay there in boredom. Her fingers lightly tapped twice, and the song "Blue Caribbean Sea" softly played in the room.
The ethereal music that was close to the sounds of nature made the atmosphere in the room even more profound and quiet.
Kelly lay there for a long time. She suddenly sat up, looked at the images on the surveillance screen, and began to tap on the keyboard.
Everything still looked normal, but the images of the surveillance cameras, Just now, began to repeat for the first time. With her amazing memory, she could remember every change in the forty-eight images during this time, but when she compared them, all forty-eight cameras were wrong at the same time.
"How is this possible, she's an alien …"
When the cameras were controlled, it was basically impossible to use the program to steal the images from the receiver. After tapping a few times, she gave up this useless effort and pressed the call button on the intercom. Before she had time to speak, there was already a voice on the other side. It seemed to be a clip from a movie. A man's disgusting voice sounded:
"Hello, I'm looking for … Zhou!
Run!
Fa! "
“SHIT！
Brother Fa is not here! "
Kelly slammed the walkie-talkie on the table and stood up in her high heels. At this moment, she was only wearing an open top. She had a tall and sexy figure, and the anger in her eyes was also quite charming. The electronic systems here were all designed by her. Who would have thought that they would be completely controlled by the other party in an instant? Her face was tense, but there was also a hint of nervousness and excitement.
Since Charles and the others had not knocked on her door to check, it meant that the other party had only completely cut off the communication in this room, and it did not surprise the people outside at all. Out of some psychological considerations for a private meeting, she did not let Charles and the others guard around this room. As long as they could break through the defense outside, they would have the right to see her. It was just that... it was really too unpleasant to lose like this.
Currently, she couldn't contact Charles and the others at all, which meant that her ability to adapt was completely cut off. But since it was a game, rushing out to meet up with the others was breaking the rules of the game for her. She ran to the bedside in her high heels, opened the drawer, and took out two pistols. She skillfully checked the magazines and slowly walked to the door.
She pulled the door open and raised the gun. There was no one outside the door. The gun in her left hand pointed to the empty corridor on the right. At the same time, she used her body to block the door, and her right hand was alert to the left.
The corridor was quiet. She looked around and gradually relaxed. It seemed that they hadn't arrived yet.
She just stood by the door like that. The next moment, she seemed to feel something. The woman's body instantly tensed up like a cat.
She turned around and pounced on the bed behind her like a beautiful leopard. The muzzle of the gun was pointed at the air vent above. The next moment, the ceiling behind her suddenly exploded, and a figure fell down. When she turned around, she only saw a beautiful and cold face among the flying hair.
The other party didn't even consider coming down from the air vent. She directly opened up another hole in the air vent.
Before she could shoot, her lower abdomen was punched hard. The half-naked white girl's body slammed into the wall behind her. Then, she curled up and fell onto the luxurious bed.
The two guns that were originally in her hands had magically landed in the hands of the woman beside the bed, and the muzzles were pointed at her.
"You're already dead."
In between the faint voice, Kelly held her stomach and rolled on the bed a few times. She was still wearing the black high heels. Her sexy and slender legs were folded together in pain. She curled up like a shrimp, and moaned with a sobbing tone.
"It's broken … Little Kelly is broken … Ugh, it hurts … I've already said that hundreds of alarm systems are useless. You have to put feces in the air vent …"
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