"I've dragged your car for repair. Drive mine first, the White Wrangler will see it when you go up." Hank threw a bunch of keys.

"Thank you." Eisa took the key and put on her jacket.

Kim Hee-yeon's face changed a few times, and she finally spoke up and said, "Wait, let me be with you, what if you faint again when you are alone?"

Weize wanted to refuse, but then he seemed to think of something and nodded, "Okay, then you can drive, let's see a friend first."

"Also, you should be able to use this thing," Hank pulled out two 3D-printed human skin masks from the tool table, one man and one woman. "The latest generation of technology is enough to deceive most ordinary people, but if you meet an expert and a skull comparison device, you will be finished playing, so I strongly recommend that you avoid surveillance cameras and places with a lot of people."

Wei Ze put the human skin mask on her face, and then raised her head, he had become an old drunkard with a red nose. After wearing it, Kim Hee Yeon was five years younger and became a high school student. Although she looked ordinary, she could easily crush the little ghost of her class with her model figure. However, she still seemed a little dissatisfied, so she took out chalk and put on makeup.

"Contact me if you have something to do." Hank made a phone call gesture.

Weize climbed the iron ladder and found that they were going down a waste recycling bin.

Four fully automatic hydraulic balers are working in the factory, compressing abandoned cans like hills into aluminum blocks of the same size, waiting for recycling, while the white Wrangler parked at the door.

The bounty hunter opened the co-pilot's door and sat up.

After that, the model lady also climbed into the car and clumsily looked for the start button on the control panel. She took the time to take the test a year ago, but she never drove it because she didn't buy a car.

Fortunately, most of the suspended cars are now equipped with fully automatic navigation and safety systems, which effectively reduces the lethality of road killers.

Kim Hee-yeon tinkered for a minute before starting the car and asked someone, "Where is that friend?"

“The third district, a cheap and affordable motel.”

"Hotel? Does your friends live in a motel?"

"What, can't it be?"

"No, I just asked casually." The model lady set her destination and started the hovering car.

Wei Ze didn't speak much along the way, and seemed a little worried. This was the first time Kim Hee-yeon saw Mr. Hunter like this, so he was so obedient that he didn't speak.

What happened yesterday was even more exciting than her previous two decades combined, especially the gun battle in the parking lot, which made her understand how ridiculous she had said before, "avoid when you encounter danger." If it weren't for the Chevrolet she was riding in, which would have killed her several times with excellent defensive performance.

This also made her feel a little curious about the men around her.

After being poisoned and smoked last night, she fell into a coma, so what happened later was Hank, who told her that it was Wei Ze who took action to save everyone. Seeing that the respect on his face did not look like a fake, Kim Hee Yeon was even more surprised.

Her first impression of Weize was not very good. In her imagination, the bounty hunters should be like Hank. They were tall and mighty, full of weapons, and had money that seemed to never be spent and a steady stream of logistics support.

Like someone's pocket is empty, he is a lonely ghost, and he has to pick up everything and find a cheap place to invite a girl to have a meal. Even a hunter should be the lowest level.

If she hadn't chosen her, she wouldn't have chosen such a person as her partner.

So before that, she just treated someone as a pedal for making money and never really wanted to understand the other person, but now she does have an interest.

There seems to be an unknown past hidden in this man, which is very attractive to women.

…………

The Wrangler stopped outside the motel door.

"Get out of the car." Weize said as he pushed open the car door.

"Really, can I go too?" The model lady showed joy on her face. She was thinking about how to get to know each other. Starting from interpersonal relationships seemed to be a good option, so Kim Hee-yeon parked the car as fast as possible, followed someone in, and looked around curiously.

Like its name, this is a small hotel that takes a affordable route. The cheapest materials are used for decoration, such as dirty carpets, peeling walls, and the pungent smell of inferior disinfectant in the air.

Weize said to the fat black woman knitting sweaters at the front desk, "A room must have good sound insulation."

"Suspended overnight?"

"but."

The latter looked up at the two of them after the glasses, "20 per hour, 100 deposit, do you need to be safe? One pack of 15."

"unnecessary."

"Young people should be more at ease. Don't be happy for a while, you will suffer later."

Kim Hee-yeon's face turned red. She knew what the other party had misunderstood. The main reason was that the combination of the two was too strange now. A middle-aged drunkard and a high school girl would naturally make people think in strange ways.

"Why are you still standing there? Pay?" Weize, who was standing by, looked calm and didn't seem to have any intention of explaining.

So the model lady could only swallow the words to her mouth, lowered her head and took out her wallet silently.

This time it was the black fat woman's turn to be stunned.

What is the way to play this?

She has been running a hotel for so many years, and it is not uncommon for such combinations. Girls of this age generally lack pocket money and do not know how to cherish themselves. If they instigate a little bad senior or friends around them, they will easily go to the forklift. Once they take this step, it will be difficult to turn back.

After all, nothing can make money faster than this industry. Anyway, when the lights are turned off and eyes are closed, age and appearance will not be a problem.

But she had seen an uncle looking for students, and she had never seen a student looking for students.

But anyway, it's all about business, so she naturally won't refuse. The most important thing in this business is to talk less. She doesn't want the two of them to show their ID documents and directly take out a key and hand it to Weize. "The room is at the end of the corridor, the last room on the right side, and behind it is a karaoke room. Don't worry, no one will hear it no matter how loud the call is."

The model lady's cheeks were so hot that she could fry eggs. She didn't know how she entered the room, and she was in a daze. She didn't come back to her senses until Weize closed the door and asked the bounty hunter, "Where are the person you are looking for, when will he come over?"
Chapter completed!