Absolute Honor

The next day, Qin Fei got up early, and after washing up, he sat in a chair behind the door and listened with his ears up.

It was not Qin Fei's gossip, but he discovered something.

That is, the big stallion Ma Mister who was in the same room with himself did not come back!

This is nothing new at first. Qin Fei and Mister are not on the mission together on the first day. This guy can find meat to meet his physical needs wherever he goes. Bars and restaurants even stand on the street and wink and whistle. Mistor did not do anything wrong.

But to Qin Fei's surprise, this energetic big stallion could really take it everywhere.

In fact, Mister's appearance, Qin Fei, thinks that it is just like that. One hundred points should be used to measure his appearance. At most, this is a level of 60 points, which is not much different from ordinary foreigners.

But the figure is quite good, the special soldiers, of course, the muscle lines are all first-class, plus the iron stubble on the sides of the face and the chin, wherever you stop, it really has a taste of iron-blooded man.

Domestic idols like neutral idols, but foreign girls like real muscular men. Qin Fei still agrees with the aesthetics of foreign girls. It is better than admiring the so-called beautiful men who are sissy and not.

At least when you look at people like Mister, the woman knows that this guy has enough ability and physical strength to accompany you through all the difficult moves without blinking.

Is it okay for a beautiful boy?

It is estimated that there are not many difficult moves that the handsome man will be panting.

Therefore, Mister is simply a human-shaped hormone spreading machine, and his cynical little eyes make him look like a disposable item with the words "Only talking about **** but not about love" written on his forehead. Therefore, wherever you go, you can attract like-minded women who like dew love.

These days, men are looking for meat, who says women can’t? When you roll the bed sheets, you say that the man has earned it. Who knows who's the prey? Can't women hunt men? When a piece of Harpy arrives at dawn, the man who feels good about it will be on the man's side?

This theory is so fucking! Zhuang Zhou's dream of butterfly, did Zhuang Zhou dream of butterfly or Die dream of Zhuang Zhou? This is a philosophical question.

The only thing that evokes Qin Fei's gossip is that Michelle's room was really making a big noise last night!

Anyway, it is a five-star hotel. The sound insulation measures are definitely good. I can hear movement in my room. Qin Fei was lying on the bed last night. Almost lost his reason and came to Michelle to ask what happened.

What are you doing? Fighting in the ring?

The only thing Qin Fei wanted to figure out now was who was in Michel's room last night.

When Mister opened the door lightly, he saw Qin Fei in the next room flashing out like a ghost, looking at him with a weird smile on his face.

"It was very hard last night, right?" Qin Fei said.

"Cough, cough, cough--" Mistor withdrew some messy autumn clothes, put on the down jacket, and glanced at Qin Fei: "You slept in the room last night?"

"Well, sleeping is sleeping, I didn't sleep well, the next door is too noisy." Qin Fei's words were meaningful.

Mister looked back at Michele's door, and said with a smug expression: "Ah, that's it... Sorry, it was a bit too strong last night."

Mister pushed the door into the room, and Qin Fei followed in and closed the door.

"There are a lot of scratches on your neck." Qin Fei said, "Is there a cat in Michelle's room?"

Mister was taken aback, then his old face blushed, and he ran to the mirror to take photos again. Soon, he made a move that surprised Qin Fei-deliberately pulling down the collar, trying to expose those blood-red spots as much as possible. Scratches.

"Fuck me!" Qin Fei couldn't help cursing, "Shameless!"

"Stupid Oriental!" Mister glanced at Qin Fei, "You know what a fart, this is Brother's medal!"

"You are going to be a medal museum, you still care about this one?" Qin Fei couldn't help but sneered, "have you collected all the medals from all over the world? Can you summon the dragon after the complete collection?"

"What summons the dragon?" Mister didn't understand, his face was blank.

"Nothing, I'm praising you for being awesome." Qin Fei was too lazy to explain the Dragon Ball comics to him, and then said: "Well, let's talk about business. You didn't really fight Michelle all night last night, right? Didn't talk about business?"

"Talked." Mister picked up the mineral water in the room and took a sip, "Ah, it's pure water, I thought it was soda water."

"What is Michelle going to do?" Qin Fei asked, "If Baskif really died in an airstrike, I would like to know what mi17 plans."

"You have to ask, ask her yourself, you don't know her." Mister returned to his bed and fell into the bed like falling apart.

"I wanted to ask last night, but do you think it is appropriate for me to knock on your door last night?" Qin Fei said, "I would not be so uninterested and disturb your good deeds."

Mister lay on the bed, tilted his head and thought for a while, and felt that this was reasonable, so he said: "Yes, you are right, I think the most correct thing you did last night was this."

"Go ahead, what should I do?"

"Nothing to do. If Baskif dies, the basis for our cooperation with fsb will no longer exist." Mist continued to drink and spread his hands: "Then fsb will definitely not continue to cooperate with mi17~www.NovelMTL .com~We have to rely on ourselves, maybe there are some clues in that hard drive that we can use."

"Yeah." Qin Fei remembered the call with An Ruosu last night, so he said: "Some of the data in it is gradually being analyzed, pointing to a number of shadow banks, and some of the overseas companies that the money flows to seem to be very good. The problem, my people are dealing with it."

"That's right." Mister suddenly sat up under the covers and looked at Qin Fei: "It is said that some money in the hard disk goes to the accounts of some executives in our country?"

"Private accounts are also mobile. As for whose account it is, your database may be more comprehensive than ours." Qin Fei said, "Your boss probably knows who he is looking for."

"I want a copy of those materials." Speaking of business matters, Mistor was serious, and his cynical expression was gone.

"Yes, after my people sort it out, send it to your designated mailbox." Qin Fei said: "After getting these, did you just retire?"

"No, I'm waiting for a result." Mister said.

Qin Fei asked: "What is the result?"

Mister just wanted to answer, but the phone on the table rang.

When he picked it up, his expression became a little surprised, and he pointed to Qin Fei in the direction of Michel's room.

When he hung up, Qin Fei asked, "Whose call is it?"

"Michelle's." Mister bounced off the bed. "Go, let's go over."

"In the past?" Qin Fei was stunned.

"Fak, what are you thinking? Do you think I invited you to men's doubles?" Mister said with a look of disdain: "I'm not so perverted. Yushchenko is here. In Michel's room, he called us. past."

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