Chapter 186: Fall
Kim Mi-jung looked at Lee Jae-yong with a smile.
He was pressing on a woman with a ferocious expression on his face.
The helmsman of Samsung Group.
Others may not know how powerful Lee Jae-yong is, but Kim Mi-jeong knows it very well.
Although his younger sister Lee Boo-jin is a woman, she inherited her father Lee Kun-hee's business acumen. She is not only smart and capable, but also daring.
After taking over the hotel business under Samsung Group, sales soared sixfold in just three years, and he was once called "Little Lee Kun-hee."
Deeply loved by Lee Kun-hee.
It seemed that the position of heir was about to be taken away by his own sister.
Lee Jae-yong used a "beauty trap" and arranged a handsome male bodyguard to get close to Lee Boo-jin, so that the unsuspecting Lee Boo-jin fell in love after a long time of getting along.
Lee Kun-hee tried to persuade Lee Boo-jin several times but she refused to listen to his father.
at last.
In extreme disappointment, Lee Kun-hee gave the position of helmsman of Samsung Group to Lee Jae-yong.
Soon after taking over the position, Lee Jae-yong married Lim Se-ryung, the daughter of South Korea's Elephant Group.
After the marriage, my father-in-law's Elephant Group was in crisis.
At this time, Lee Jae-yong not only did not help his father-in-law, but instead pushed Samsung Group to fully acquire Elephant Group.
Although the acquisition failed in the end, it still swallowed up many of the Elephant Group's industries.
If it weren't for the fact that in the end, he bet on the wrong horse in the struggle between the two major cults in South Korea, which led to him being implicated and imprisoned.
Lee Jae-yong has absolute power in South Korea.
However, Lee Jae-yong, who was in prison for two years, did not relax his control over the Samsung Group or the transfer of interests in the South Korean presidential election, and was pardoned not long after.
Since then, Samsung Group has controlled nearly 80 percent of South Korea's economic activities.
It can be said that Lee Jae-yong is the underground president of South Korea.
Looking at such an ambitious and capable man, he kept being humiliated by me.
One can imagine the joy in Jin Meiting's heart.
"What? Do you really want to kill me?" Jin Meiting held a cell phone in one hand and a glass of red wine in the other. She faced the camera, slightly opened her red lips, and took a sip of the red wine.
A stream of red liquid flowed out from the corners of Jin Meiting's red lips, flowing down her snow-white neck into her towering white shirt: "It's a pity that you can't do anything to me. Tsk tsk, you can only roar helplessly."
"Don't be complacent, Kim Mi-jung." Li Zaiyong stood up with a red face: "One day I will catch you back."
"Then I'll continue waiting. Please be quick." Jin Meiting said with a smile.
Lee Jae-yong hung up the phone, and soon at his call, the next middle-aged man walked in.
"Failed again. Is this the top assassin in North America you mentioned?" Li Zaiyong kicked the middle-aged man to the ground and said gloomily, "I want the best, understand? The best, can't I afford the price?"
"I'm sorry, President. We've already made contact, but several of our top killers are on missions." The middle-aged man got up and knelt on the ground.
"What about the Seoul Central District Prosecutors' Office? Any reply?" Lee Jae-yong breathed hurriedly, took out a pill, tilted his head back and swallowed it.
"The two prosecutors replied that Jin Meiting has been very popular recently. She was originally sent out as part of the government's cultural program. She has a good relationship with the Japanese government now. The two countries are in a honeymoon period, so there is not much reason to arrest her." The middle-aged man lowered his head, hesitated a little, and said:
"It seems that Chairman Choi and the president are somewhat opposed to the government's intervention against Kim Mi-jung. Chairman Choi has gained more and more trust from the president since he came back from Japan last time."
"Moreover, he has been frequently visiting U.S. military bases recently and has become friendly with General Paul LaCamera, the commander-in-chief of U.S. forces in South Korea."
"This Choi Byung-jin went to Japan and became as powerful as Kim Mi-jeong." Lee Jae-yong took a deep breath and sneered, "I really don't know what kind of big shots Japan has hooked up with. None of them take me seriously."
"Contact the secular tribunals of religions in various countries. Contact them for me. I don't believe that Jin Meiting can be so powerful."
"Even the religious killers can't do anything to her."
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Tokyo Port at night.
A huge luxury cruise ship docked at the pier.
From the outside, the surface of this 20-story luxury cruise ship is filled with suite balconies.
It looked like any other luxury cruise ship, nothing unusual.
There are dozens of cruise ships visiting Tokyo every year.
But when you walk into the main lobby of the cruise ship, you won’t see individual rooms.
It is a huge alloy casting site.
On the high platform next to the venue.
Zhou Yuanyan looked expressionlessly at several alloy containers being slowly loaded and unloaded by a forklift to the center of the site.
He was surrounded by people of all skin colors and nationalities.
An alloy container was opened.
Inside stands a huge nutrient tank filled with liquid.
A naked blond white man was sleeping inside with his eyes closed.
"Gorman Brave, a Canadian, is a mercenary. His previous physical data, information, and resume are in your hands." Zhou Yuanyan turned around and faced the representatives of various countries, extending his hand in a gesture of invitation.
"Master Kari, you go and give it a try." A white-haired old man in a suit and holding an exquisite cane said to the young man in the nutrient trough.
"Yes, Bishop."
A young black man walked out from behind the white-haired old man and answered respectfully.
The young man called the God Chief Kari turned over and jumped down from the more than ten-meter-high stands and walked towards the nutrition tank.
He tore off his white shirt, revealing a muscular body with scars all over his skin, and there was almost no intact skin.
“I never thought that this young man named Kari is a priest and an ascetic monk at such a young age.” said an old man wearing Southeast Asian traditional costume nearby.
"He is one of the most outstanding ascetics in the Vatican in recent years." The white-haired old man played with the exquisite cane in his hand with a little pride.
Zhou Yuanyan winked at the assistant next to him.
The assistant next to him nodded and pressed the button on the remote control in his hand.
The nutrient solution in the nutrient tank was quickly emptied, and Gorman Brave inside trembled violently and began to breathe heavily.
Then his eyes opened instantly and he looked around.
He pushed open the nutrient tank, stretched out his muscular legs, and walked out.
The tall body looks extremely sturdy.
Cary, at 1.9 meters tall, is still a head shorter than him.
Kari took off the iron thorn necklace that hung from her neck to her waist and slowly wrapped it around her hands.
His whole body suddenly glowed white, he rushed forward quickly, and with a grim smile, he punched German Brave hard in the abdomen.
With a thump.
German Brave was knocked flying and fell heavily on the alloy floor.
There was an uproar.
"Mr. Zhou, your latest achievement doesn't seem to be that good." The white-haired old man shook his head.
"It won't end like this, Mr. Zhou," said a Middle Eastern man with a white cloth on his head. "If this is the case, there is no point in us coming here with so much trouble."
"Keep watching, everyone." Zhou Yuanyan said calmly, "I won't let you down."
Gorman Brave stood up and dusted himself off.
Lord Kari's punch, which was so heavy and had iron thorns, did not leave any mark on his lower abdomen.
"Come again." Carey spread his legs and ran over, then shrank and bounced his body, leaped into the air, swung his right fist and hit Gorman's head hard.
Just when it was about to hit, a big hand appeared in the air, grabbed Kari's fist, and instantly neutralized his punch.
Chief Kari was stunned, and with the help of Gorman's big hand, he kicked Gorman in the chest like a cannonball.
Gorman only shrank back slightly after being kicked, but he twisted the big hand holding Carey's.
'ah.'
Cary screamed, and the white light covering the arm held by Gorman shattered, and the bones of the entire arm were broken.
Gorman grabbed Carey's foot, which was still on his chest, with his other hand, and like pulling a sandbag, he grabbed Carey's body and swung it in the air.
There was a loud bang.
Then he threw him heavily onto the alloy floor.
Gorman strode forward and followed up with a heavy punch, hitting the fallen Carey.
Kari was covered in white light, and a transparent cover with ripples blocked his way.
This heavy punch only caused the shield to dent slightly, and then returned to its original shape.
Gorman frowned, and the bones of his right hand retracted in an abnormally twisted shape.
The whole arm suddenly turned red, and then another punch flew out quickly.
There was a loud bang, like a sonic boom.
The transparent cover on Kari's body was instantly hit and deeply dented, then shattered with a bang.
Gorman then raised his thigh and stepped quickly towards the chest of Master Kari.
At this time, the white-haired old man in the stands raised his exquisite cane in his right hand and shouted loudly: "Law order."
A white light descended from the sky and enveloped Kari, instantly taking him away from the venue and back to the white-haired old man.
'Boom.'
There was another loud noise.
Gorman's big foot stepped on empty air and landed heavily on the alloy floor.
Leave a deep footprint.
The loud noise made the audience in the stands look at each other.
"How can human fists shatter the Lord's holy light?" The white-haired old man looked at Zhou Yuanyan in confusion.
"There is a creature that can punch at a top speed of over 80 kilometers per hour, and its acceleration far exceeds that of a 5.588mm caliber pistol bullet." Zhou Yuanyan said calmly:
"He integrated this gene into his arms. His arm bones evolved into snap-ons. The muscle fibers twisted like countless springs, constantly accumulating power to the extreme, and then the front end ejected. It's no wonder that the impact force generated shattered this thing."
A brown-haired, black-robed, masked woman walked out from behind the Middle Eastern man.
He pulled up the black robe, revealing a tight-fitting stretch outfit.
She pulled out a dagger from her thigh, which was emitting a faint black light.
He leaped into the air, flipped a few times in the air, and landed lightly behind Gorman.
Gorman turned around and grabbed it with his big hand.
The woman's petite body flashed by, black light swung, and the dagger cut a hole in Gorman's chest.
Blood oozed from Gorman's wound, but within seconds, the wound began to heal.
The woman's eyes focused, and she leaped up and continued to move, her speed getting faster and faster, gradually becoming difficult to catch with the naked eye.
All I saw was a black figure leaving an afterimage in the air.
Gorman's wounds continued to increase, and several attempts to capture him were in vain.
Although his eyes could catch the woman's movement, his hands were a little slower.
Gorman suddenly roared, his body swelled, his nostrils flared exaggeratedly, and the tip of his nose curled up.
Gorman opened his mouth like a bat and let out a silent roar.
The woman in black veil was instantly disturbed by the sound waves and her movement slowed down.
Gorman grabbed her ankle and threw her against the alloy wall.
The woman in black veil rolled a few times in the air with the force, and her petite legs touched the wall.
Fall back to the stands.
"This is the first phase of your funding results." Zhou Yuanyan said in a deep voice: "It's still the same as always, whoever pays the money gets to enjoy the results."
"Money is not a problem, but your additional conditions are too harsh." The old man in Southeast Asian clothing said: "Since you are already in Japan, why do you still make this rule?"
"Yes, this is my only rule. You cannot use it to fight against my motherland." Zhou Yuanyan sneered, "We can sell anything in our race, but there is one thing: we rarely sell our ancestors."
"I agree." The white-haired old man paused with his cane in his hand: "It may be useful on the battlefield of the Orthodox Church."
The Middle Eastern man nodded and said, "I agree, too. I will deposit the second phase of funds into your account as soon as possible."
The people behind him also nodded.
——————
In an apartment in Tokyo.
Feng Dielian prepared herself mentally for a long time and finally sent a text message.
[Right now, I'll wait for you at this cafe. 】
Then I sent the address to the other party.
Feng Dielian climbed up from her little bed.
Going back and forth in the closet, choosing.
What's the sexiest outfit and who do you think you are?
Feng Dielian cursed inwardly.
But in order not to arouse suspicion, she began to recall the clothes she had worn.
When I think about how my male subordinates would stare in amazement every time I wore an OL uniform to work.
This is how it was decided.
Took out a white shirt and a gray uniform skirt.
Then take off the white cotton briefs you wear to sleep.
Changed into a white thong.
Feng Dielian was lying on the sofa, raising one of her long white jade legs straight up, with her red-nailed toes hooked and inserted into her black stockings.
The soft and elastic black stockings stuck to her skin and slid over her knees like water.
Then he put the other long leg into the black stockings and pulled it up as well.
Then she arched her waist and pulled the black hip-wrapped stockings up to her soft waist.
The white thong and black hip socks, the two colors layered together, have a different kind of temptation.
Feng Dielian lay sideways on the sofa with her legs apart, picked up her cell phone and swiped it to check the messages.
【OK expression.】
The old pervert can also express emotions.
Feng Dielian cursed inwardly with disdain.
Straighten your back and stand up.
A pair of white feet wrapped in black stockings stepped on the carpet and walked to the shoe cabinet.
Although Feng Dielian likes high heels very much, as a police officer, she usually wears sneakers to keep herself cool at work.
But with this outfit, I have to wear a pair of high heels.
What's more, the lady who had been playing a trick on him for so long, Sakura Kurumi, had always loved wearing high heels.
If I don't wear it, will it be exposed? And I'm shorter than Sakura Sora Kurumi.
Feng Dielian thought it over again and again, and finally took out a pair of black chain high heels and put them on.
She hasn't worn this new pair of shoes yet.
The instep is completely exposed, with only a thin transparent strap and a golden chain holding it in place.
The sole of the shoe is only half the width of the sole of the foot. The white and tender feet wrapped in black stockings step on it, revealing the graceful shape of the feet.
Even though the high heels only had the soles, they weighed a lot less, but the uppers were very smooth. In addition, Feng Dielian was wearing black stockings, which made Feng Dielian, who was not very good at wearing high heels, feel a little uneasy walking in them.
In addition, the heels of this pair of high heels are much higher than other high heels and are very small.
After Feng Dielian put it on, she had to hold on to the wall and tables and chairs to barely walk. She walked back and forth twice before she gradually got used to it.
However, the advantages of high heels are obvious. Feng Dielian, who was originally smaller in figure than Yingsora Kurumi, now has a figure almost the same as Yingsora Kurumi when she puts on high heels.
The pair of beautiful legs, set off by high heels and black stockings, appear even more beautiful, straight and slender like jade.
Because she was standing on tiptoe and trying her best to hold on to her high heels, she had to keep her legs tight and her chest up to maintain her body's center of gravity.
Seen from the side, her figure is curvy, voluptuous and attractive, although her buttocks are not as exaggeratedly full as those of Sakura Sora Kurumi.
But they are almost the same in size.
This should be very similar to Sakura Sora Kurumi.
Feng Dielian looked at herself in the mirror and nodded with satisfaction.
She took out the artist mask and slowly put it on her face.
The artist's mask flashed with black light and fitted her little face.
Then the face shape slowly changed and became blurred.
Finally finalize it.
Feng Dielian looked at herself back and forth in the mirror.
Sure enough, they look very similar. Her figure was worse before, and the lines of her long legs were slightly different. Now, with high heels and black stockings, she looks almost indistinguishable from the real person.
The buttocks are still a little thin, but under the cover of the skirt, it shouldn't be noticeable, right? Feng Dielian thought to herself.
After walking out of the apartment building, Feng Dielian, who originally wanted to ride a heavy motorcycle, decided to give up when she thought about the different models.
Anyway, the coffee shop she gave was not far away.
Come to the coffee shop.
Inside were three men sitting in chairs, looking at their phones and drinking coffee.
Two middle-aged men and an old man.
Which one is he? You can't just send a message to ask, right?
Just when she didn't know how to choose, a middle-aged man stood up and left. When he passed by Feng Dielian, his eyes widened.
He stared at Feng Dielian again and again and almost bumped into the glass.
There are still two left, still drinking coffee and looking at their phones.
Feng Dielian stood at the door pretending to be on the phone.
Constantly wandering.
She tried to let the two men see her and walked over.
But both of them were looking at their phones and didn't look up.
Feng Dielian opened her red lips slightly and cursed softly.
I could only stay away and call Fang Zuo.
Then he hid his little head behind the glass and peeked to see who answered the phone.
No one answered? The two men were still looking at their phones.
Suddenly the old man picked up the phone, which frightened Feng Dielian.
I felt relieved when I found that my call was still not connected and the old man was talking happily.
I don't think Yingkong Kurumi would be so depraved as to have a relationship with a man in his seventies or eighties.
Then there is only one left.
Feng Dielian sneered and walked towards the last middle-aged man.
Feng Dielian walked up to the middle-aged man.
This wretched man is watching a 2D video.
"Hey." Feng Dielian shouted with a look of disdain.
The middle-aged man looked up and looked at Feng Dielian blankly.
"Why didn't you answer my call?" Feng Dielian said.
"Who are you? Oh, you're from a brothel, right?" The middle-aged man looked puzzled. "Have I ever bought your time? I have to go home and explain to my wife today, so I can't help you."
The middle-aged man looked at Feng Dielian lustfully, and was very reluctant to let her go: "Which brothel are you in? I'll come find you tomorrow."
Having said that, Feng Dielian knew that she had found the wrong person.
Her little face instantly blushed.
With a thump.
She lifted her long legs wrapped in black stockings and stepped on the table, shouting in anger: "You have a wife, but you still go to a brothel? Believe it or not, I will arrest you and take you back to the police station."
The middle-aged man looked at Feng Dielian's long black legs in confusion, then looked at the fierce expression on Feng Dielian's little face.
He left without even drinking his coffee, saying "you're crazy".
Feng Dielian took a deep breath and finally suppressed her violent mood for a long time. It turned out that she had been busy for a long time, but that damn man still hadn't come.
He neither replied to messages nor answered calls.
Fang Zuo was on the street across from the coffee shop, watching the woman's performance with great interest.
From the time she arrived at the coffee shop and looked at the three men, to the time she called to confirm, she just didn't answer.
Then when she saw that it was an old man, a look of panic and contempt appeared on her face.
When I found out it wasn't, I felt relieved again.
In the end, she became angry and raised her long legs to step on the table to intimidate the middle-aged man.
A delicate little face, whose facial features change from calm, to panic, and then from shyness to cursing.
Fully interprets her psychological activities.
I have to say that this shape-shifting magic weapon is very delicately made, but unfortunately in Fang Zuo's eyes, it is almost nothing.
Who is she? Why did she pretend to be Yingkong Kurumi to see me?
It should be someone around Sakura Kurumi, otherwise she wouldn't know of my existence.
Feng Dielian sat in the coffee shop, constantly watching the people passing by. From time to time, men came in, but none of them was the one she was waiting for.
Instead, a few people came up to her and asked for her contact information, but they were scolded by the furious Feng Dielian and left in embarrassment.
There was no reply to any messages on the phone, and no one answered the phone after I called several times.
It seems that this damn man is deliberately playing tricks on me.
Feng Dielian finally couldn't stand it anymore, stood up and walked out the door.
Just opened the glass door of the coffee shop.
A pair of large hands hugged her from behind and went straight into her white shirt.
"Do you miss me, baby?" the man said in a deep voice.
It's finally here.
Feng Dielian was surprised, happy and shy.
I saw passers-by staring at my white shirt with all kinds of complicated looks.
She struggled hard, but the arms were holding her tightly and she couldn't get free.
I want to use my spiritual power, but I'm afraid of being seen through.
Forget it, this face belongs to Sakura Kurumi anyway, so it’s her who is embarrassed.
Feng Dielian gave up.
It’s just that the body is your own.
The solid feeling is also your own.
She seemed like a small lotus pod.
Then.
I could only bite my lower lip.
Fang Zuo was very satisfied with the feel.
"Why are you so late?" Feng Dielian gritted her teeth and endured it.
"Guess." said the man.
I guess you XXXXXX Feng Dielian almost went berserk when she heard this.
He wanted to pull out his pistol, pull the trigger frantically at the man, and empty the magazine.
It seemed as if the man sensed her rage.
With an impatient pinch of two fingers, Feng Dielian's body trembled and became much more obedient.
"Let's go inside and talk." Feng Dielian's legs were trembling a little.
"What are you talking about?" The man's voice was full of doubt: "Aren't we meeting to do what we love?"
"When is there any need to talk?"
The man kept talking but his hands kept moving.
How did Yingkong Kurumi get along with this man? Fengdielian was going crazy.
"Then what have you been doing these days?" Feng Dielian asked unwillingly.
"I'm thinking about you." The man's hands became stronger and stronger.
This made Feng Dielian's legs even more unstable.
"I'm asking you a serious question." Her face was getting redder and redder.
Even her beautiful eyes began to look a little confused.
(End of this chapter)
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