“Breakfast is ready!”

The clouds floated through the sunlight and the shadow reflected by the sun passed through the kitchen window. The busy Pova unbuttoned her apron, like a housewife who was a weekday, brought five plates of steak, milk, and sandwiches to the dining table. However, her figure was a little thicker than an ordinary woman, and she shouted.

There was a knock on the door from the entrance, and then the door lock turned, and the black Tori, Ken, and Zon looked inside. Seeing Pova's dress at the dining table, Ken whistled down on the flowery turban on his head.

He hadn't seen Pova wear a skirt for many years. Even Zon, who was beside him, nodded silently. The woman glared at them fiercely and knocked on the table. The two of them and Tori. The three of them came over with a smile. Seeing that there was still a missing figure, Ken whistled again.

"It seems that some cars are too fuel-intensive."

Bang!

The knife and fork placed beside the plate flew directly over, scaring Tori, the black man standing in the middle, squatting to the ground with his head in habit, while the Ken behind him reacted quickly, clamping the knife and fork with both hands, and raising the angrily woman at the glaring woman, smiling so badly.

When Powa took the knife again, the bedroom door opened. The woman stopped moving, and the angry face suddenly turned into a smile. She put down the knife and moved the chair considerately. She stepped on the stockings to meet her, and kissed the man gently on the cheek. The three men on the other side shivered.

Looking at the fragrant steak in front of me, I felt I couldn't eat it anymore.

Wang Ruhu touched the wet kiss marks on his face and forced himself to sit in the seat as he used to. Then he found that the three men were staring at him and knocked on the table.

"Have a meal."

Then I started to use the steak directly, took it in my hand, tore it off and stuffed it into my mouth and chewed it. While eating, I talked about the idea I decided to take it last night.

"You three should still go back to Shengzhi to reply to the mission, right? I won't send you away. I want to leave for a while and go around."

Ken, Zorn stopped the knife and fork. The woman who had just sat down next to him probably knew what Wang Ruhu thought, cut a piece of beef, inserted it into the tip of the knife and put it into his mouth. Her red lips opened and closed, and she also said, "Captain is going to complete the task that he had not completed before? I want to go too!"

He boldly stretched out his feet under the table, gently rubbing Wang Ruhu's calves, and a rustling sound sounded. Powa pursed the corner of his lips and blinked his eyelashes at the man.

“…You will need mine.”

The other three suddenly coughed and glanced at Wang Ruhu, and they hurriedly lowered their heads. On this side, Wang Ruhu turned his eyes away, pushed the woman's feet back under the table, wiped the butter from the corner of his mouth, and rejected Pova's request to go with him.

Although I have a shared pillow, I am not as familiar with it yet, especially when I am used to being alone, I don’t like a clingy woman around me.

"Don't follow."

Wang Ruhu glanced at Bowa coldly, and the latter took his foot back and had to nod.

He was not good at speaking and could only refuse with this indifferent method. After that, he asked Zon to write some rough information about the five celebrities in the underground world.

‘Mexican poison king, Valandia...Las Vegas, United States, Gunter Wilterson...Australian Kangaroo...Hmm? Kangaroo?'

When Wang Ruhu read this title, he raised his face in confusion. On the other side, Zorn shrugged, "A retired boxing champion, but very powerful."

There are two remaining, one in India and the other in England, which almost led the world to a new end.

After folding the paper, he found a coat to put it in his inner pocket. Wang Ruhu talked to the three of them for a while, and then he sent them out of the O block. Before getting on the car, Powa stood in front of the car door and shouted toward the back who was turning back, "Captain, I will tell the upper level about you!"

Wang Ruhu turned his back to her, raised his hand and waved it back, and left straight away. He stopped and looked at the car that was leaving, looking at the car that was leaving without knowing what he was thinking. He looked at it in a daze for a while, and there was footsteps close beside him, and he didn't look back. He just said softly: "I'm leaving, about Long Xingzheng in Chinatown, and Tori here, the four young people, I hope you don't make things difficult for them..."

As he said that, he turned around and looked at the white man with a thin chin opposite him, and continued to speak in a low and powerful manner.

"...Agree? Director Smith."

The man with his arms wrapped around his bandages and hung on his chest was Smith, the assistant deputy director of CIA in Chicago. He went back to recuperate for a night and after a simple treatment of his injuries, he brought his men to the side to squat. He watched Wang Ruhu personally send the people into the car. He originally wanted to notify the people outside to stop the other party in the suburbs, but after thinking for a while, he gave up and showed up.

Looking at the Oriental man in front of him who was living his life for him, Smith was grateful, but he did not do his duty.

"I'm sorry, I can't listen to you..."

"Then what? Don't forget, you are only two steps away from me."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Wang Ruhu. When he heard the words coming, Smith was stunned. He never thought that the other party would be so direct and threatened.

"Okay, I can turn a blind eye to Chicago at most. Oh, by the way, you just said you were leaving?"

Wang Ruhu passed the director and walked straight to the apartment. He looked at the faint figures in the surrounding streets and alleys, retracted his gaze and nodded.

"Travel around the world and relax, and if I leave, you should be very happy."

"It's true." Smith followed behind with a breath, looking like a high wall on his back. Moreover, the other party's skills were really hard to describe in words that he could think of, so the pressure was naturally very huge.

"If I can know exactly where you are going, I'll feel more at ease."

The figure walking in front stopped, and Wang Ruhu looked at him slightly, "Mexico, then Australia, India... some other countries."

He has another place he didn't say, Las Vegas.

"Don't you feel at ease now?"

Smith's injury has not healed, and even after a night of rest and treatment, he was still a little listless. He probably knew the itinerary of Asian men and his eyes were full of energy. Chicago was considered to be a lack of danger. He couldn't help but breathe, and he might have deliberately tried to show Wang Ruhu, "Don't worry, but if you leave Chicago, will the CIA or CIA headquarters agents in other cities continue to arrest you, it is not my promise."

"I understand this."

Wang Ruhu understood what he meant, but he was not embarrassed. "Since I was going to Mexico, I remember that a while ago, the Chicago Police Department arrested a Mexican here. I need a guide. Please take him out and don't refuse. Your CIA should be able to do it very easily."

"This is OK, just send it back to Mexico as a drug dealer insider."

Soon, the two left one after another. They said everything that should have said to Tori and Wang Ruhu's previous partings. Before the person was sent, he went to the Shuita campus and met Professor Harles. The old man had received hundreds of thousands of dollars and was addicted to research experiments. He ignored Wang Ruhu's leaving.

When I realized that I realized that there was a chip on the table, a ring device, and a note next to it, with a skewed handwriting.

‘Help me keep it for a few months. If you are interested, you can use it for research. I will thank you very much when I come back.’

Haarles looked at the content on the paper and threw it into the trash can, took the thing into his hand, and instantly fell into obsession, locked the door, took out the phone, and notified the school that he said something, "If there is a new topic, you need to study it in depth." "Don't disturb him in the near future!"

Afterwards, Wang Ruhu went to Chinatown, and Uncle Long was still sitting in the tea restaurant reading newspaper leisurely. It seemed that nothing happened that day. The women rented in the building still greeted him enthusiastically and occasionally chatted with Li Lan, who had left the United States. They said that after the woman returned to China, she opened a small beauty salon and lived a good life, which made the women envious.

As for the four young men, Wang Ruhu followed Uncle Long to see him off. The one who greeted the other was a black business car, two men and one woman.

A handsome man with a cowboy in his lower body, a white shirt, a slender figure, and a spacious scabbard in his hand. The slim reins hanging from the front of the sword slowly swayed while walking with his light feet.

The man in a black suit next to him was wearing gold-wire eyes and majestic eyes. The four young men rushing over nodded indifferently, their eyes always on Wang Ruhu, as if they were looking for flaws.

After a while, I returned to the car. As for another woman, she looked a little more lively. She leaned against the front of the car and hugged Wang Ruhu, "I heard that you have great fists and feet, so I will compete with you in the future."

When I received someone back into the car, the woman poked out of the window.

"By the way, the matter is so big. Be careful that the Americans secretly make bad things. They won't be so open and honest."

After saying that, the four people in the car waved goodbye excitedly and then left.

"who are they?"

Wang Ruhu is not a new young bird, so he can't tell that these two men and one woman are so fierce that they are so fierce. At least no one can compare with him among the ones he has seen. Perhaps he himself can't compare with him. Of course, except for this martial arts that cannot be beaten.

The old man next to him patted the dust, whispered away the sweat stains on his forehead, and said softly.

"Yun Sect."

Then, he walked to the hatchback he had hit before, "Let's go, I'll send it back."

"No, I'll walk by myself."

Wang Ruhu followed the old man. When the other party opened the door and got into the car, he told the old man about what he wanted to leave. The latter didn't say anything. He smiled and reached out his hand from the window and slapped his arm twice.

"It's right to leave. Young people just want to walk around more, where are they going?"

“Several countries.”

After shaking the old man's hand, Wang Ruhu laughed, then said goodbye and watched the car go away, before wandering back to the O block. Two days later, he saw Smith and the other party brought the Mexican man who avenged his wife, standing there with disheveled face, looking gratefully.

‘It’s time to leave!’

Wang Ruhu walked down the stairs and looked back at Tori who was waving to him, smiled, turned over the duffel bag and took off his shoulders, walked straight out of the apartment building, and got on the business car that had been waiting outside with the CIA logo printed on it.

Buzz!

The vehicle started and drove away from the dilapidated block. Through the bustling streets, the tall buildings on both sides flew backwards outside the car windows.

Soon, I got off the bus in the suburbs and transferred. A white off-road car drove from the city center from a distance. I stopped not far away, and the driver and the co-pilot got off. Two women stopped here and looked at it.

"They asked me."
Chapter completed!