?The autumn wind blew the sycamore trees yellow, and the dead leaves swirled and floated to the sidewalk. For a moment, the wheels were speeding, and then whirled and floated to other directions.
A red car drove into the raised safety barrier and parked in the parking space. Linda, who was wearing tight jeans and a windbreaker, took off her sunglasses and threw it to the co-pilot. She glanced at her phone, put it in her satchel boringly, and walked away with her waist swaying Entering the Anclayton Building, greeted the oncoming staff, walked into the elevator, and pressed it to the floor where the office was located.
At this time, there were not many people in the office. After punching the card, he took off his windbreaker and put it on the office chair that belonged to him. After watering, cleaning up the trash can and so on, she looked at the time on her wrist, and the sound of high-heeled shoes rang out on time behind her.
Natalie, dressed in trousers and a small suit, with brown curly hair, came over with a pile of documents, handed them to her, sat on the boss chair, turned on the computer, took a sip of the steaming cup of coffee .
"Thank you for the coffee, Linda. Only you know what I like."
"You're welcome, I'm your assistant." Putting down the file, Linda sat across from her, her red nails biting her chin little by little, and looked at the woman opposite her who was about to start working again.
Natalie raised her eyes, "Don't look at me like that, just find something to do when you have time, I'm very busy" The screen of the mobile phone beside her suddenly turned on, she glanced at it, put down her hand For work here, he dialed a number on the mobile phone and put it on his cheek.
"Hello, Director Smith."
Leaning on the back of the chair, with his slender legs crossed, he turned in one direction and looked at the early morning outside the window. His expression changed slightly, and he said in a cold tone: "Okay, I see." Then hung up, Get up and go outside.
"Hey boss, what haven't you told me yet?"
Linda chased after her. The figure who was going out stopped and turned her face sideways, "What you have always wanted to do, now, book a ticket immediately, we are going to fly to Los Angeles."
"What's up?"
"My younger brother, I just took Wang Ruhu to his home!" Natalie pressed the elevator, and the moment the elevator door closed, she raised her face and took a deep breath, "Director Smith called just now, the Los Angeles Cia got an anonymous phone call, informing them of Hu's whereabouts, and the two got mixed up, and I was worried that something bigger would happen."
Linda has been in Anclayton for many years, and knows more or less about Jayden. Hearing that Wang Ruhu is with him, she feels dizzy, but she can't say that, especially in front of Natalie.
"Perhaps Tiger is just staying with him temporarily, and will not be interested in his affairs"
The words gradually weakened. When the two women walked out of the elevator room, they saw an advertisement in the lobby, a large silver screen hanging in the hall, a high ring, and several strong men gesticulating with fists and feet, fighting fiercely. .
There is also a string of flowing slogans below - do you want to prove your strength? Want to get the title of the world's number one fighting master? If you still want exciting money, you are welcome to join the Anclayton World Tournament!
"Just pretend I didn't say what I just said."
Linda saw this terrible advertisement, and wished to tear up the other party's plan. Unfortunately, this advertisement was sent from Los Angeles. The two companies have the same origin. Except for the different research directions, the rest are related .
"Jayden."
Natalie looked at the playing screen, stomped her high heels vigorously, took out the phone, and called her brother. She sat in the car and drove to the street without stopping to speak.
"What do you want to make a fuss about? Blow up Los Angeles? Do you know how dangerous Wang Ruhu is next to you? Don't provoke him. Also, after receiving a report from cia, he's at your place. I'm afraid he's already on his way. On the way, you'd better be careful Jayden! I don't want Anclayton's legal heir to be cut off from now on!"
On the other end of the phone, Jayden Ancreton was sitting in a wheelchair. He glanced at the figure waving a sandbag not far from the office. He retracted his gaze and overlooked the outline of the city outside the panoramic window. He seemed to be looking through the streets and alleys of the city outside. The corner of his mouth With a smile.
"When did my sister become so timid? Or is it not about me, but some Asian?"
"Who who said that I care about that Asian." The cold female voice stuttered on the other end of the phone, and soon returned to a cold tone.
"I'll be over to see you in person soon!"
Jayden's face changed, "No need, we're just looking for a little fun, we won't blow up Los Angeles, otherwise, General Marshall will be the first to take out a tank gun.?On my forehead! As for the cia you mentioned, I'm sorry, but they are just a bunch of flies who can't find shit, they are annoying! "
However, the phone on that end had already been hung up first. The young man in the wheelchair slapped his forehead and turned his head to look at the shaking sandbag. The figure over there was standing on the other side of the desk at some point, unscrewing the mineral water and pouring it into his mouth.
Wang Ruhu looked at his face, and what he said in a hurry, grinned his beard and laughed: "Your sister is coming?"
"Yes, and, why do you look so happy?" Jayden rubbed his brows, as if he didn't just dislike Natalie, but Wang Ruhu felt that it should befear?
How scary is that cold workaholic?
Jayden looked at him sitting on the sofa and smirked, "You haven't seen this woman when she exploded, well, I really don't want to talk about it. To change the topic, the world ring advertisements and promotions have been sent out by the following people Now, the whole world will spread out, are you ready?"
'Hehehe'
Over there, Wang Ruhu just chuckled and didn't speak.
Almost at the same time, on the several streets leading to this Anclayton building, vehicles from the CIA have already gathered here. Originally, this domestic matter should be handed over to the FBI, but the higher authorities have already taken over this matter. The wanted Orientals returned to the United States, and they had no choice but to bite the bullet under the mocking eyes of the FBI and NSA.
Soon, a car drove to the Los Angeles Hospital. Asasterman, who had just come out of the hospital, stood there in a daze, looking at the documents and guns handed over, his hands trembling.
"Is that guy again?"
"Yes, please set off with us as soon as possible."
"Shet" Asasterman had just been discharged from the hospital today. Before that, he was recovering from his injuries in Australia. After stabilizing his injuries, he returned to the nearest west coast city, Los Angeles. He had already received psychological treatment, and gradually looked away The painful experience began to surface again.
"II may still be a little unwellYes, there is still vacationI want to go back to the hospital for another month"
A black cia opposite him shook his head with another companion, stuffed his documents and gun into his arms, lifted him up, and took him into the back seat.
"I'm afraid not. Only you know him best here."
"No!"
The body started and drove out, Asasterman slammed the window, looked at the red cross that was getting farther and farther away, stuck to the window glass, opened his mouth wide, and cried.