C48

Monica's wedding was grand, and she invited a lot of friends and relatives from Hangzhou. Seeing me enter the hotel, Monica hurried over to greet me. After receiving the red packet, she thanked me as she lowered her head and her eyes turned a little red.

"Maybe he's thinking of the Manager Qian." I said to myself, if the Manager Qian was still here, would he be the groom today?

The food and wine were excellent, mainly from Hangzhou cuisine, such as Longjing prawn, Boiling hoof, Song Sister-in-Law fish soup, Hangzhou Sanjia, Guihua chestnut soup, Xihu vinegar fish, Red Mud Hands shredded chicken, and one pint of South Cream. It could be said that the taste was perfect, but I couldn't bring myself to be interested. The dishes on the table weren't vegetables, they were all the meat of Manager Qian in my eyes.

Although reason told me that the spirits of the Manager Qian wish for Monica to have a good home in heaven, but sometimes, I would rather die. While waiting for the wedding to start, Annie, who had been promoted to deputy manager of the executive department, started gossiping about the groom's reverence for Monica. The other women at the table were all expressing envy and jealousy, envy and jealousy were the good fortune of Monica, hatred was her husband could not do so perfectly.

The talkative emcee began to preside over the wedding, one of the warm memories of love, from the groom from the pursuit of the memory of the two of them, if the bride said bad or the details incomplete, will be punished by alcohol.

When the bridegroom took the receiver, I looked at it. He was quite a gentle young man, fair and clean, a little like Zhang Zhilin, but his face was longer and his skin a little whiter. He took the microphone and began to recall with a happiness that was almost overflowing.

"I've known Monica for six years. We were classmates in the United States. I had tried to woo her before, but to no avail. Later, when she returned to the United States, I stayed in the United States for the green card. I thought I was out of luck with this God's gift, so we only had occasional online conversations until I saw her blog a year ago. When I found out that she was going through a low point in her life, I quit my job and came back to be with her. I officially confirmed my relationship in May, and that was the happiest day of my life. My mother was a devout Christian, and when I was a child she told me she wanted to do good. So I often do volunteer work, take care of small roving animals, never wear animal fur or any animal products, and I think Monica is a reward for doing me a good deed. "He turned to Monica and sent her a look of love, waiting for an answer.

Monica's eyes are red. If it weren't for the fact that the eye shadow is waterproof, I would probably be spending it like a panda. Wearing the wedding dress, she was exceptionally beautiful. The pure white dress revealed two shoulders. If there was any smoke, it would be like a fairy appearing in a movie. She nodded to show her beauty, and the audience immediately booed. Some said that the bride's heart ached for her husband, and even if she didn't say it, she wouldn't expose him. Some said that this couple was a match made in heaven. Not only were they a perfect couple, they were also talented.

The next step was a two-way exchange of rings, right at the moment Monica put the ring on. I suddenly felt a heart-wrenching sensation coming from somewhere in the hotel. It made me feel as if my skin had been brushed by hair, and goosebumps were popping up all over my skin.

This feeling was a little familiar to me. Back then, when the baldy's silent tears had fallen onto the snowy ground in the northeast, it was exactly this feeling. It was an irrepressible despair and sadness, a kind of irreparable anger and pain.

It was obvious that I was the only one in the entire hotel who felt this way. Everyone else was paying attention to the newbie who was immersed in another kind of blissful atmosphere.

I slowly turned my head, trying to find the source of the aura, but the pressure that was weighing down on my chest was gone. After scanning around for a long time, I only saw an empty seat, which was also the only empty seat in the entire hotel. I pretended to look for a bathroom and slowly walked over.

From that seat, I noticed that the plate and chopsticks had not been used. The man had not eaten a single bite, but a strange spoon caught my attention. A hotel like Zhang ShengLi's would always use pretty good tableware. The spoon was made of pure stainless steel, with a solid handle as thick as a finger, but the one in front of me now was frighteningly bent into a semicircle.

This kind of strength could not only be described as terrifying, but also in movies where martial arts masters could often be seen kneading silver coins and transforming it into something else. It was probably just like this. While I was observing the spoon, Monica noticed that I was coming over and asking what was wrong. I quickly said it was all right, and tucked the spoon under a napkin when she wasn't paying attention.

"The person sitting here looks really familiar. Was he a former employee of our company?" I wanted to know who was sitting here.

"I don't know him. I thought he was one of his friends." Monica shook her head. The bridegroom, whose face had turned a little red, walked over and said he didn't know him.

"Could they be from the Ma brothers' group who came for revenge?" Thinking up to here, I couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. I hurriedly greeted the newlyweds and drove home.

Driving my low-key, money-saving, and old-fashioned Poussin, I found myself being followed not long after I had driven up to the ring. The visitors were also very skilled, and if it weren't for my anti-tracking training, I wouldn't have noticed it at all.

"Damn, this is why I didn't buy a house in Shanghai!" I decided to immediately go home and clean up before moving to another place.

After returning from Afghanistan, I had a vague feeling that the organization behind Ma's two heroes was not simple. I was always afraid that someone would come knocking on my door to seek revenge. However, even if he was afraid, it would be useless. What he needed to do finally came.

After getting off the elevated platform, I started to circle around. After a long struggle to get rid of my tail, I parked the car two blocks from the residential area where I was renting a house. I looked for a quiet path to get home from the side door of the residential area.

A few clothes, a statue of a jade monkey carved in the Manager Qian, and a laptop in a suitcase. The white fox was carrying a bag with air holes on its shoulders. He thought about going back to the Northeast to hide for a few days, but he was afraid that his enemies would follow him to the Northeast to implicate his family.

Just as I was about to leave the building, a figure from the corner of the building's residential mailbox lunged at me with an electric shock device crackling with blue sparks.

I took half a step to the left and back to where the bike was parked. I raised my hand and swung the suitcase at his belly. I have a habit of using things not just in appearance but in quality. The suitcase he bought was a full-aluminium alloy support. It was already very heavy, plus it was filled to the brim. With a desperate wave of my hand, he was knocked back a few steps by the blow to his chest, and his electric shock device was released and sent flying to the ground between the two bicycles.

Just as I was about to give him a side kick, someone rushed out from the space under the stairs behind me. "Shit, an ambush." The space was small. I didn't have time to turn around before someone came and held me from behind. At the same time, he came at me with the splattered cotton cloth in one hand, pressing it against my mouth and nose. My left hand was squeezed out of my mouth, and my right hand was blocking his arm to stop him using the cotton to knock me out.

At that moment I noticed that his arms were covered with golden hair, and that the man in front of me who had been hit by my suitcase was also a tall white man. By now he had kicked my suitcase open and was striding back.

While I was being pummelled, the white fox in my bag suddenly tried to squeeze her head out of the backpack, which was zippered and not completely zipped. It stuck its head out and bit the face of the guy who was trying to "put a mask on" me. After a scream, his hand loosened up a little, and I used this chance to grab the back of his hand. With an even louder scream, his wrist was dislocated by me. If I don't do it, I'll do it even harder.

Since he was taller than me, I put his arm over my shoulder and pressed my hand down on his forearm. It could be said that his hand wouldn't be able to hold anything heavy for six months. At most, it would only hold a cigarette. This set of maneuvers was completed in a flash, and he was knocked headlong into the left-hand wall of the resident's mailbox by a heavy elbow. With a crash, the metal of one of the mailboxes sank in, and the guy behind me slid to the ground, toppling a few parked bicycles.

Without worrying about anything else, I started to focus on dealing with the person in front of me. Holding the quad of cotton yarn I had just snatched up with two fingers, I threw it at his face like a poker player in a movie. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a God of Gamble so I don't have any internal energy that can injure people by flying flowers. Even if I hit them, the gauze would only knock the dust off his face.

The human eye automatically tracks moving objects, and that's what I want to use. Sure enough, his eyes moved along the spinning gauze. Although it was only a fraction of a second, it was enough for me. His left hand slid and the punch knocked him out of his feet. Before he could steady himself, a side kick sent him flying out of the cell door. He landed heavily on the concrete ground in front of the door and stopped moving.

The whole process took less than thirty seconds, but it was already extremely dangerous. The enemy had a lot of experience with capturing people, and he figured that if I saw an enemy in front of me, I would take a step back and open up a space to avoid the electric shock device. So the Wolf took the electric shock device to lure the enemy, and the guy behind me was going to stun me. If it wasn't for the white fox in my backpack that occasionally bit people when eating chickens, I might have been tied up and thrown into a trunk. After meeting Ryoko in Osaka, I especially hated people who drugged me. Thinking about that, I went back to touch both of them, and as expected, both of them were handcuffed.

I cuffed them to the banister of the stairs and fished out their cell phones and put them in my pocket. I left the neighborhood quickly. Just then, the sounds of fighting and screaming had reached his ears. Perhaps someone had already called the police. The reason why he took out the phone was to prevent them from immediately contacting their accomplices, to buy himself some time. In addition, he could also find his accomplices' phone numbers from the comm records, as well as text messages and mail from the smart phone. These were all very valuable information, and were also one of the important methods to counter detection.

However, I had clearly underestimated the power of technology. As I drove, I fiddled with my phone and was dismayed to find that both of them needed fingerprints to unlock it.

"Damn, even this year's underworld society uses such overpowered equipment?"