The sound of "swinging" flowing water continued to be heard in the bathroom separated by a wall. I think the person in it has taken off all his clothes and started showering! Albert Bister sighed softly, but he didn't dare to continue to imagine. Because the black-haired beauty sitting on the sofa opposite was staring at him intently, her eyes scattering cold light seemed to be making a silent warning. What a powerful character, how could her close subordinates be bad? He was worried and did not dare to take risks.

The eighty-square-meter room was cut vertically in half from the middle, the half facing the door on the left was the living room, the half on the right was cut horizontally in half, the bedroom was away from the door, and the bathroom and kitchen were close to the door. This is the VIP suite in the most luxurious hotel in Tigbam, and it is also where Monaghan Baharov entertained them. Although it is just a VIP suite, it is enough for lovers who only stayed for one night. If the Bister family is put on the shelf, it will force the presidential suite with two main and secondary bedrooms, it will cause suspicion. Lenas was backfiring and thanked and accepted before Abert Bister showed his ruthless look. Under the facts, Albert Bister couldn't say anything else.

Lenas shook her head, shook off the water stored in her hair, then raised her head to the spray head, causing the torrent to hit her neck, and then flowed naturally along her body. After a while, she twisted the nozzle switch on the wall, took a dry towel and wiped her body, and changed into a T-shirt and casual pants that had been prepared. Then, she came to the pool table, wore a wig in front of the mirror embedded in the wall, and muttered to herself: "Monakhan Baharov's tone was too tight, so I can't test it too much. Since the warship was parked in the airport, there would definitely be a few restless soldiers running into the residential area. If it didn't work, I would start from the lower floor. Hum... "

After a chuckle, she opened the door and walked into the living room.

"Mr. Lenas." Anne stood up as soon as she saw Lenas come out. At the same time, Albert Bister also stood up.

Lenas glanced at Albert and said to Anne, "Prepare for me, I'm going out."

"Yes, Lord Lenas." Anne said as she walked into the bedroom, and a few seconds later she trotted out with a black box and ran straight to Lenas.

Lenas opened the lid and saw a silver shell, a black grip pistol, a seemingly matching magazine, and a black holster.

Annie smiled and said, "Specially customized, FN-BDA9 9mm double-action pistol."

"FN, that's Browning." Renas held the gun with his right hand and picked up the magazine with his left hand. With a click, he put the magazine into the gun handle.

"Yes." Anne nodded and replied.

"I like it very much, thank you!" Lenas said, squatting down and rolling up his right leg trouser, taking the holster from the box, tied it to the inside of his right ankle, and then stuffing the pistol into the holster. After everything was ready, she stood up and suddenly found that Albert Bister, who was sitting alone on the sofa at the far end, was looking here, and she was amused and said playfully: "No matter what era, weapons will always have a market, military enterprises will never go bankrupt, and war will never disappear. But is it because war provides a market for weapons, or does weapons inspire war? Anne, do you know?"

Anne shook her head and said, "Mr. Lenas, I don't know the answer."

"Of course it is war that provides the market for weapons." Albert Bister laughed, "Otherwise, we, Anaheim, would not have grown to this point."

"You're right!" Lenas smiled "huh" and turned to Anne seriously, "Go to the airport immediately. If I haven't arrived before ten o'clock, you can escape from Tigbam immediately."

"Yes, Lord Renas." Anne nodded solemnly.

The space shuttle they were riding here was modified and there was a crack cut by a meteorite on the surface on the engine. It looked like the engine was damaged and the engine could not fly. But in fact, the crack did not hurt the engine and the engine could still run intact.

"Wait, isn't the space shuttle injured? Why..." Albert Bister asked without knowing the reason, but Lenas ignored it at all and threw the door out early.

The elevator's tower ship is marked with a constant speed change, and it is almost becoming "1". Reinas recalled the previous topics about war and weapons, and couldn't help but sigh: "What leads to war is the hearts of people. Ambition, hatred, and greed are the sources of war. Everything I do now seems to be no different from Gillian Zabi. But can reality allow me to stop?"

With a tingling sound, the elevator went down to the first floor. Lenas walked out and only knew that he had passed by a blonde beauty who had entered the elevator, but he didn't notice it. On the contrary, the blonde beauty murmured after closing the elevator: "Is that woman..."

The elevator went straight to the top floor, and the blonde beauty walked into the presidential suite familiarly.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, Captain Nanayi Miguel." A middle-aged man stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window at the end of the suite, looking at himself and the woman who was looming in the window, saying: "Abert Bister, the senior manager of the Anaheim Consortium, is in the VIP suite downstairs. It's rare to have this opportunity. Do you want to meet him on behalf of New Gene? You can get the body of Anaheim through him. In addition, there is information that Selana Kahn has arrived here and will be up to you if you don't see him."

"Serana Kahn? The sister of Haman Kahn." Nanayi snorted coldly and asked back, "You are really sure that there is only that incompetent child, Deputy Foreign Minister, His Excellency the Minister of Defense of Mona Khan."

"What do you mean?" Mona Khan half turned around and looked at Nanayi, who was still at the door in confusion.

Nanayi took a deep breath, leaned her back to the door, wrapped her hands around her chest, lowered her head and said mysteriously: "This colonial satellite may no longer be safe, I think you should leave as soon as possible."

"Because I have too big goals, I'm prone to being targeted, right?" Monahan sneered indifferently, and said, "This is the Gene Republic. As the Minister of Defense of the Gene Republic, there is nothing abnormal about me coming for vacation. On the contrary, you have been here for too long. The federal side has turned a blind eye. Seeing that you haven't been out for so long, you will naturally pay attention."

"What you said makes sense, but no matter what, we can't leave now. The Federal Army might be outside, and as soon as we go out, they have an excuse." Nanayi said as she walked to the living room, sat on the sofa, and continued, "I suspect that Haman Kahn has sneaked in, you'd better pay attention. Also, I want to see the one in Anaheim or the one in Kahn's house."
Chapter completed!