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Chapter 169 Happy Holidays

Li Shengnan studied politics at Hong Kong University. She keenly felt that she had been exposed to an international political conspiracy. She looked at the Canadian Mounted Police sincerely and said, "Zone, I hope you can tell me the truth and what happened?"

Smart people don’t need to hide their lies. Jonny pondered for a moment and told her that the gunfight in Manila was not simple. Not only the bodyguards and policemen died, but also five elderly white men, all short-term tourists who entered the country with fake passports.

"In fact, their identities are not simple. These five people are retired field agents from intelligence agencies in various countries. There are CIA, KGB, and Israeli Intelligence Agency. The autopsy report shows that they were all killed by nine millimeter bullets. The most were twenty-six, and the few were more than a dozen. Automatic weapons were found next to their bodies."

Jonny showed off the information he had. Because Li Shengnan was his own person, intelligence exchange was conducive to handling the case. The case was led by the Canadian police, so their information was the richest. Jonny had hundreds of photos of the Manila crime scene in his mailbox, one by one, shocking.

Li Shengnan sat in front of the computer and browsed the photos. This could no longer be called the scene of the criminal case. It was clearly a battlefield. A car chase and gun battle on Manila Street, and a motorcycle crashed into chaos. He was a fugitive wanted by mainland Chinese police.

Under the coordination of the Interpol, the Chinese police also intervened in the case and launched an investigation.

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As the Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching, Miao Chunlei’s noodle restaurant welcomed a long-lost guest. At first glance, I almost recognized it. The young woman was dressed in a fashionable and fashionable manner. She was holding her suitcase, and she was only a little familiar.

"Sister Chunjiu, it's me, Xiaohong." The woman said coquettishly, "I can't even recognize me?"

"Xiaohong? I really can't recognize her. The girl is so frightened." Chunjiu smiled. She would not compliment people. To be honest, when Xiaohong first came to the noodle restaurant, she was a country girl of fifteen or sixteen years old. She had two red faces on her face, wearing cheap jeans and a T-shirt with a Meteor Garden F4 printed on it. She was so dirt-descending. Now she has been transformed and has become a fashionable girl in a big city. Beijing is really a furnace.

Although the appearance of Xiaohong has changed, its essence has not changed. Seeing that Chunlei has work, she threw down the LV bag without saying a word and helped her start the work. She boiled water and washed dishes in the stove. After finishing her work, the two sisters went to the opposite roasted shop to get a pack of five-spice sunflower seeds and chatted about the homework.

"My sister, I sell clothes on Xiushui Street. That guy is facing foreign guests all day long. I can speak several languages, such as English, French, Italian, Japanese, Korean and Russian. I tell you, I almost caught a foreign son-in-law. His pussy is so handsome, 1.8 meters long legs, and I came to buy fake Nikes. I coaxed me to be a descendant of European nobles. My sister knows that I have seen big scenes, can European nobles become like this? I also want to fight free shots, so I can easily get his background. It's a Turk. Later, you guess what, I sold him to a duck restaurant. The White Horse Club was just opened in Beijing, and I earned a fee for agency."

Xiaohong is erect and bragging while eating melon seeds. The Jinjiang country dialect and authentic Beijing films are seamlessly switched, flying and radiant. The men in the vegetable market can't help but watch the gaze when passing by. Xiaohong is indeed extremely beautiful. The men whisper, saying that the girl in the Chunleek Shop looks like Fan Bingbing.

Speaking of home, Chunleiu said stutteringly: "I haven't been back for a long time."

In fact, since entering the city, Chunjiu has never returned to her hometown and has never mentioned her family.

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Chapter completed!
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