Chapter 1080: I sell myself, is it okay?

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Outside the hotel.

The tourist Beka admires the historical sites of the romantic city, and a van behind him follows it not far away.

When she reached an alley, the van accelerated, came to her and stopped, the door opened, and the two big men got out of the car.

With Beka on the left and right, he got into the van, and then drove away quickly.

Not far away, someone walked by, saw this scene, and quickly turned his head down, he was blind and saw nothing.

"It's so indifferent."

Becca saw this scene through the car window and couldn't help but uttered a word.

The big man who grabbed her left and right, looked at each other, and felt something was wrong.

This is not the reaction of a little girl who was taken captive on vacation in a foreign country!

puff!

puff!

At this moment, they only felt a strong attack, their arms hurt, their palms loosened, and then their foreheads collided with each other. They were already plunged into the ultimate darkness before they screamed.

"Keep going."

Beka put the muzzle of the muffler behind the driver's forehead, and said with a smile, "I'll sell myself, is it okay? Let's go on and go wherever I go."

The driver glanced at the rearview mirror, seeing that the two companions could not die anymore, his eyes were fierce.

"Wrong choice."

Beka has fake bullet time. In the past few years, after Adam bonus, he has become stronger and stronger. Before the driver looked fiercely and wanted to act, he shot him.

Reaching out, he directly dragged such a big man from the driver's seat to the back seat.

She was responsive and held the steering wheel with the other hand, and when she quickly dragged the cold driver away from the driver's seat, she got in there for the first time and became the driver herself.

Except for a slight deceleration and shaking, the van under exercise hardly saw any abnormalities outside.

Beka’s car skills were also certified by Adam, the car god.

"But it's all the same."

Beka said into the headset as he drove, "Navigate."

"500 meters ahead, please turn right at the end of the road..."

A real-time voice announcement came from the headset.

In front of a red door, the van stopped, Becca walked off, and Da Lala opened the door and walked in.

The two men who were playing cards in the small yard looked like bad guys with tattoos. They heard the sound and looked at them. The toothpicks in their mouths were no longer fragrant, and they reached out and touched their waists.

Becca beckoned with his left hand, and the muffled version of Mie Happiness with his right hand brought ultimate happiness to these two bad guys.

"Stop playing, there are 11 goals in there."

A reminding female voice came from the headset.

"knew."

Becca walked up the stone ladder, the silenced version of Mie's happiness, she just pointed out a sense of rhythm.

no way.

She is the most professional in composing music and singing without (elimination) accompaniment (tone) playing (gun).

But after all, there are so many criminals with guns, and the silence is not silent at all. After walking into a room and quickly killing 3, the remaining 2 finally have the opportunity to shoot.

As soon as the gun fired, the rhythm changed immediately.

Beka was even more excited, avoiding the burst, pursing his mouth, shaking his head slightly, and slapped his right hand to the new beat. This time, the tune style was obviously more exciting.

Then when she took advantage of the gap between the shots, she re-mastered the tune, holding the gun in her left hand, one shot at a time.

After cleaning up the bad guys in this room, she frowned and fired three more shots at the happy victim who was headshot by her.

He tilted his head to listen, and saw that this time fits the tune she imagined, and then smiled with satisfaction.

Then there is a new battle.

For Becca, such as the Tyrannosaurus Rex Little Red Riding Hood, who opened the plug-in, these people were quickly swept away where they were opponents.

Beka took a few photos and opened the door of a room, only to see women lying on the bed, not people, ghosts and ghosts, on the bedside table, all poisoned needles.

"Ugh."

Becca sighed, took another photo, turned and left.

This is a black industrial chain.

It was originally a group of refugees, and then naturally formed a gang, began to smuggle and sell foreign women, using calves to control their missteps.

But after they had been in business for a long time, they found a good way to increase revenue and reduce expenditure.

That is to directly stare at the girls who come to travel and vacation.

There is no partner in a foreign country who threatens them, and there is no difficulty in kidnapping such a girl.

The most important thing is that they delivered them to their door, saving a lot of freight.

With the cooperation of airport staff, search for the most cost-effective target.

An experienced handsome guy is responsible for accelerating conversations and getting more information.

There are professional kidnapping gangs.

There are professional training control gangs.

Of course this is not over yet.

For girls with ordinary looks, they are so in control.

But for those who have special identities, such as first-time girls and twins, they naturally can't be so wasteful. They are all sent to the upstream industry chain for auction.

First, the price is higher.

Secondly, to clear the relationship and ensure that all (1) efforts (drag) will (re) go to (drag) afterwards, and the (no) will (un)solve (the) case.

Beka has only cleaned up the downstream of this industrial chain, and naturally will not easily let go of the upper and middle reaches.

Emmm.

This time, Juno’s rare co-construction and distribution of the closed-loop campaign, she naturally wants to open up this black entire industrial chain and empower them!

Into the night.

A grand party was held in the palace.

High-class men and women in suits, leather shoes, and gorgeous dresses look at each other here, creating a scene of prosperous times.

Three rounds of wine.

A waiter wandered through the ball, stopped by the upper class people from time to time, leaned in their ears, and whispered.

Everyone who was whispered gave a knowing smile, and quickly found an excuse to leave the ball hall, walked through the maze-like corridors, got on the special elevator, and came to the basement.

Luxurious small boxes are arranged in a circle, enclosing the stage in the middle.

A beam of light hit the center of the stage.

In the box, small lights are lit up to illuminate the silhouettes of people sitting upright. You can't see the faces clearly, but you can see them elegantly sipping red wine.

After the stage lights were turned off and turned on again, in the voice of the host, a girl wearing only underwear appeared danglingly under the spotlight in the center of the stage Seeing her expression, it was obvious that she was being touched. After the drug was injected, it is hard to tell what year it is.

"The first lot, speaks English, speaks a little French... The starting price is 20,000 yuan."

The host introduced the ‘lots’ in a bewildering manner.

The upper-class people in each box tasted the red wine elegantly, looked at their favorite "lots", and then began to press the buttons on the table.

"20000."

"21,000."

"22,000."

The host is reporting people’s quotations.

Although these people know how to play in the city, they can't do it with grandeur.

Obviously, the landlord’s family has no surplus.

What they didn't know was that there was one more player this time.

With a long sigh, Beka easily mixed in, installed one monitor after another, and recorded all the absurd scenes in it.

"The last lot is customary, the best is left to the end, the first girl... the starting price is 100,000, and the price increase shall not be less than 50,000.

In a box, Becca sat in the dark, stepping on a celebrity who had already been cold, and complained to the sisters in the headset: "It's finally over. My big gun is already hungry and thirsty..."

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