Chapter 290 Take a plane for the first time in your life
"Why did you cry? Isn't it all because of you, an amorous white-eyed wolf?"
"Woo...Woo..."
It's okay not to talk on the weekend. As soon as Su Xiaoyue spoke, she became even more sad. The tears that flowed to her cheeks slid to her delicate chin like broken pearls, and then fell on her chest drop by drop, fused with the drops of coffee sprayed before the weekend.
In this quiet cafe, the beautiful girl cried on the table, while the young man sitting next to him was at a loss.
Soon, many people around found that Su Xiaoyue, a columnist who was crying on the table, were crying. Therefore, those fans of Su Xiaoyue took it for granted that they bullied the goddess in their hearts on the weekend, one by one, and there was a posture of killing them in elemental coffee on the weekend.
The weekend was anxious. He reached out and pulled Lasu Xiaoyue's delicate arm on her head and whispered, "Xiaoyue, don't cry. If you cry any more, I will be killed by your brain-damaged fans..."
"Woo...Woo..."
Su Xiaoyue felt that she was too wronged. Isn't she just secretly in love with the weekend? In order to be alone with the weekend, she tried her best to get such an opportunity to interview the weekend? Is it easy for her? If you don't want to interview on the weekend, you can say it directly. Why do you have to let Su Xiaoyue interview Qi Baobao? Isn't Qi Baobao's imaginary rival in Su Xiaoyue's heart? How can there be no reason to popular your rival?
The more Su Xiaoyue thought about it, the more wronged she was, and the more she cried thrillingly. She was so anxious that the fans around her wanted to strangle the weekend. Of course, no one is really willing to make this head. After all, they don't know the situation. Who will really be a brain-damaged fan? Don't beat Su Xiaoyue's dreamer at that time, it will be a tragedy. Therefore, although there are many fans of Su Xiaoyue, there is no one who really dares to teach her a lesson on the weekend.
Su Xiaoyue's sad crying shocked the security guards of Element Coffee. When the three security guards rushed into the door and saw that it was the weekend with Su Xiaoyue, the three security guards belonging to the baby security company hurriedly bent down and shouted: "Boss!"
Feeling ashamed on the weekend, he waved his hand to the three security guards to leave, and then continued to comfort Su Xiaoyue in a low voice.
Seeing the scene of security guards greeting each other on the weekend, *'s viewers began to describe such a bloody joke in their hearts. Su Xiaoyue, the idol reporter of Kangcheng Satellite TV, was taken care of by the boss of a company.
She cried and cried. She must have been tired of crying, or figured it out. After a long time, when she was so anxious that she wanted to kneel down and beg for mercy on the weekend, Su Xiaoyue suddenly stopped crying. She lay on the table and looked up with tears and saw that the weekend sitting beside her at a loss to comfort her in a low voice. She noticed that her forehead was full of cold sweat on the weekend. Su Xiaoyue suddenly laughed.
"Put..."
With tears in his eyes, he smiled without warning, with pear blossoms and rain, and his heart was fury on weekends.
"You...you don't cry..." On the weekend, he didn't dare to see Su Xiaoyue, who covered her mouth with tears and smiled secretly, because he was afraid that he would make Su Xiaoyue cry by saying something wrong again.
"Do you like me to cry?" Su Xiaoyue gave him a white look.
"Of course not!" On weekends, his neck shook his head as fast as if he had installed an engine.
"Isn't that right?" Su Xiaoyue raised the juice in front of her and took another sip, ignoring the strange eyes of the people around her. After a pause, she nodded to the weekend, "Ok, just interview the baby sister!"
When Su Xiaoyue said this, her expression was as bright as she was and happy as she agreed, but only she knew that her heart stung so much at that moment, and she felt very strongly.
He talked about 5 or 6 p.m. with Su Xiaoyue, and he took the initiative to invite Su Xiaoyue to dinner on the weekend and took the initiative to send Su Xiaoyue back to the Emperor Dragon Court, which seemed particularly enthusiastic.
It's strange that he is not enthusiastic. After all, the business opportunity that Su Xiaoyue brought to him today is as big as the day!
After returning from Emperor Longting, he made an appointment with Dulong to AC Bar on the weekend.
"Dunlong, is there any big order on the blood network recently? I want to move my muscles and bones." In the private room of AC bar, ask Dulong on weekends.
"Do you want to play the killer world in person as a ghost?"
"Yes, I want to make the name of 'Ghost Hand Lin Feng' shock the whole killer world!"
The actual intention of the weekend is to make huge profits by doing killer tasks, and then use the money earned to name "I am the king of songs". After all, 50 million soft girl coins is a huge expense, let alone 50 million, 5 million now he can't take out.
Although the salary of the killer profession is high, it is a profession that tying your head to your trousers. If you want to kill others, others also want to kill you.
Immediately, Dulong took out a tablet and studied it on the weekend.
The assassination mission on the Bloodsman website is updated every day. Of course, the amount is also large and small, but there are few super-large orders. After all, the people who pay super-priced are generally the kind of people at the top of the pyramid. It is very likely to expose their identity on the Bloodsman website, and they can pay a super-large price. They are more or less associated with the top killers in the International Killer List, and these people can unilaterally contact the right killers without offering rewards through blood.
For example, Lin Feng, who is ranked 36th in the International Killer List, often received high-scale assassination tasks before his death, but now that Lin Feng is dead, although he is still using the name of "ghost hand" on weekends, it is impossible for those buyers to contact today's "ghost hand" weekend.
Therefore, if you want to take over the killer mission on the weekend, you can only go to the blood network to find it yourself.
After browsing the web page for an hour, I finally locked a task on the weekend.
"Five million soft girl coins, assassinate Xiaoliu Village, the head of this Yamaguchi Group!"
"Yamaguchi Group? Xiaoliu Village?" Seeing this task, the weekend immediately thought of Kurosawa, who had just been killed by him.
Although Dulong has secretly found that Kurosawa had died in a five-star hotel, he did not know that Kurosawa was killed by the weekend.
Not only did Dulong not know, but even Ajiao and Yuanyuan did not know, and as for Li Aiguo, it was even more likely to know.
You know, he was very careful on weekends. Before assassinating Kurosawa, the reason why he asked the married saleswoman of that hotel accompanied him to the bathroom was not to flirt with others, but to create an illusion that he was in the bathroom at that time. Even if someone found out, he was not here. The certificate.
It only took seven or eight minutes to come out of the fitting room to assassinate Kurosawa, and then to come out of the bathroom and go downstairs with the saleswoman.
Although seven or eight minutes is not short, this time can't be doubtful if you have to squat in the toilet for a little longer.
Of course, this is a statement after being really targeted by someone on the weekend. At present, no one will come to check him, otherwise, he can't feel it at all.
After reading the reward task in detail, Dulong said, "The person who released the task is anonymous. He only said that he would have an interview at the Oriental Hotel in Tokyo. Do you still need to meet? How can there be such a task? Generally, you have to pay a one-fifth deposit after receiving the task.
When Xuesha.com releases the killing task, the full bounty must be transferred to the specific account of Xuesha. After a killer takes over the task, Xueshara.com will give one-fifth of the bounty to the killer who takes the task as a deposit.
Bloodsha.com is not afraid that the killer who collects money will run away with money, because behind the world's largest killer organization supports it, but anyone who abscondes with money will be hunted and killed until death.
However, the task of killing Xiaoliu Village of the Yamaguchi group was very strange, and he didn't pay money first.
"Isn't it fake?" Dulong scolded, "The liar killed the whole family!"
"If five million bounty is not put into the account of Bloody Network, how can this task be successfully released?" He frowned slightly over the weekend.
"Yes!" Dulongjing's reminder on the weekend suddenly realized, "The steps of publishing reward tasks on Xueshi.com include publishing task descriptions, payment, and waiting for website confirmation before successful release. Since this anonymous buyer does not pay, how can he successfully release the task?"
"I took over this task!" I thought about it on the weekend.
"But..." Dulong looked puzzled and worried, "Big, not to mention whether this man named Xiaoliu Village is powerful, but he is the master of the Yamaguchi group, and this reward task is very problematic. I'm worried that this is a trap."
"The trap?" He smiled faintly on the weekend, "Even if it's a trap, it can't be a trap for you and me, right? In the killer world, you and I are still scum. No one is bored enough to joke with us like this, right?
The reason why I really wanted to kill this "Xiaoliu Village" on the weekend was that Zhang Xinyu and those stewardesses also flew to Japan.
For now, the weekend will not be stupid enough to believe that Zhang Xinyu is really just an intern stewardess. On the weekend, there is a hunch that the reason why Zhang Xinyu will go to the book is most likely related to the task of assassinating Xiaoliu Village.
In addition, he familiarizes with the modern history of China on the weekend. He hates the invasion of Japan. In China, he can only be a businessman. The underworld is only an assistant. If he is in Japan, he can burn, kill, loot and obtain huge profits, and he is regarded as owed to China.
Since I made up my mind, I asked Dulong to arrange a ticket that night and leave early the next morning.
This night, he didn't go back to the baby travel agency on the weekend, because what he was most afraid of was parting. He lay alone in the private room of the AC bar all night.
Before getting on the plane, I texted Zhou Xiaomo and Qi Baobao on the weekend, saying that I would go out of town and come back soon.
On the flight from Kangcheng Airport to Tokyo, I didn't see seven beautiful stewardesses like Zhang Xinyu on the weekend, which became the first time I took a plane on the weekend.
On the six-hour international flight, when I stepped on the land of Tokyo at noon on the weekend, I couldn't help swearing: "Nima, I didn't meet a beautiful stewardess, and the ticket of nearly 3,000 soft girl coins was wasted like this."
It's the first time to go abroad on the weekend, not to mention going abroad. It's a lie to say that you are not nervous. When he was on the plane, he could still hear the passengers speaking Chinese, but when he got off the plane, there was only overwhelming Japanese around the sea of people, and the Chinese-speaking passengers were submerged in the flow of people, like a drop in the ocean.
Fortunately, I have been learning Japanese by myself since I was a child on weekends, so I will not fall into an embarrassing situation in terms of communication.
On weekends, he has always adhered to the principle that as long as he has money in his pocket, he will not be afraid of losing it. Therefore, after leaving the airport, he took a taxi directly to the Oriental Hotel in Tokyo.
Although he spoke fluent Japanese on weekends, after all, it is impossible for his accent to completely imitate locals in Tokyo. Moreover, he usually does not communicate in Japanese. Therefore, although he is also an oriental, the driver immediately found this after getting on the bus on the weekend.
After the originally kind driver got on the car on the weekend, he became disgusted, as if the weekend in his car was a beggar on the roadside, which made him sick. After a pause, he asked the weekend in a very contemptuous tone: "Are you a Zhina?"
"China people?" Hearing this discriminatory term that made any Chinese angry, sitting on the co-pilot's weekend, a sudden rise of national hatred anger. Looking at the driver's eyes were about to burst into flames, he stared at the driver and said in a low voice, "This dog, say it again!"