my beauty world

Chapter 82 Artistic Performance (for further reading)

In Bucharest, the bright sunshine dispelled the cold. Chenkov wearing a round neck sweater came out of the Lorraine bar. The 10 euros he had just spent made his face quite ugly.

Serious dereliction of duty by the personnel of the Foreign Intelligence Service in Bucharest!

Zhikov came here for six days, and they didn't even hear the news!

The action team chased all the way from Moscow to Bucharest, and had to buy information from intelligence dealers.

For Chenkov, who has experienced the KGB era, this is a great mockery.

There can be no delay.

Chenkov got into the van on the side of the road and said, "Drive."

"Where are you going?" asked the driver, Pavlenko.

Chenkov said: "Fourth District, Room 908, Belin Hotel, Lia Street."

In the carriage, there was also a tall blond woman and a short man with a crew cut.

The latter sat in front of the computer and quickly searched for relevant information.

Bucharest is located in Eastern Europe, very close to Russia. Although the people here failed in the Zhikov case, they did a good job in basic work.

Sergey called up the information of the Belin Hotel, including the electronic drawings.

Chenkov said: "Anna, you are in charge of action. Sergey, you are in charge of response."

Anna carefully looked at the hotel floor plan on the computer screen.

"Intelligence shows that the information in Zhikov's hands has been taken away." As long as you have money, you can buy information from the Lorraine Bar. Chenkov just paid 10 euros: "Anna, your task is to clear the information in Zhikov's hands." Cove."

Anna nodded silently.

Sergey said: "If you can't find something, it will be very troublesome."

The big shots in Moscow are in full swing, but the people below are about to lose their legs. Chenkov frowned: "Lorraine doesn't know the identity of the person who took the information. He only knows that he is related to MI6. Sergey, inform Bukovina Colleagues, pay attention to the abnormal movements in Bukovina."

The van was parked in the parking lot of the Belling Hotel, and Sergei, disguised as a repairman, went to the rear of the hotel.

Anna put on the black cotton cap that is common here, checked the PSS micro-sound pistol, put it in the handbag, and waited patiently.

Not long after, Chenkov was notified by Sergey and said, "Anna, act."

Anna got out of the car, went in from the main entrance of the hotel, took the elevator up to the 9th floor, came to room 908, looked at the Do Not Disturb sign, took out a gun with one hand, and opened the door with the room card specially made by the intelligence agency with the other hand.

After entering the room, Anna smelled something unusual from the rigorous training she had experienced.

Walking quickly to the half-open bedroom door, Zhikov was sleeping soundly on the bed. Anna confirmed that the target was correct, and immediately pulled the trigger to shoot.

puff!puff--

In the fart-like sound, Zhikov's body twitched and died in a coma.

Anna left the room, closed the door, hung up the Do Not Disturb sign, went downstairs smoothly through the elevator, and returned to the car.

Sergey, who was ready to meet him, did not come in handy. He waited for the car to turn to the street behind the hotel and got on the car.

Chenkov looked at his watch and said to Sergey, "Let the people here contact the plane immediately, and let's go north."

Sergey called and said: "Ukrainian warlord Yarosh has a dispute with Kiev and blocked the airspace of Bukovina."

Chenkov cursed: "Damn warlord!"

Anna took off her cotton cap and leaned against the back of the seat, her delicate face was expressionless, like a zombie.

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In the middle of the afternoon, Ronan drove a jeep to Bicaz, and then he would enter the Carpathian Mountains, where Bukovina is located.

Went to the gas station to fill up, just in case, bought two more barrels of oil.

Ronan went to the bathroom.

There were three white youths smoking at the door of the toilet. Ronan passed by them and heard an American accent.

American English is rare here.

"Oli, the Netherlands is so good, you insist on coming here, where is the fun place?"

Another complained: "This is the backcountry!"

The person named Ollie was older, with an Eastern European accent: "Parker, Josh, I heard a lot of people say that there is a good place here, and there are groups of beautiful women in it."

Ronan went to the convenience store to buy some food, returned to the car, and drove to continue on his way.

As soon as I got out of the gas station, I saw a young Caucasian man rushing to stop the car with a thumbs up.

Ronan had his own business and was too lazy to deal with the second-class tourist youths in the United States. He stepped on the accelerator and the car whizzed by.

The person named Parker resentfully said: "Romanians don't have the spirit of mutual assistance!"

Josh said, "Shall we call a taxi?"

Parker pointed to the street from the beginning to the end: "Are you sure there are taxis here?"

A black car drove over, and Ollie quickly raised his hand and raised his thumb.

The car stopped, the window was lowered, revealing a very white man's face, asking in English with a strong accent: "Where are you going?"

Parker leaned forward and said, "Is there any lively and fun place nearby?"

The white-faced man was puzzled at first: "Fun?" Then suddenly realized: "I know a place, just in front of the town of Borka, which is full of beauties, and the top women in Romania are concentrated there!"

The three young people immediately became interested: "Can you take us there?"

The white-faced man said: "Of course! Because I'm going too! Get in the car!"

Romania's infrastructure is pretty good in Eastern Europe, and the main road into the mountain is not difficult. Ronan combined the surrounding terrain, looked at the navigation map on the LCD screen from time to time, and recalled the situation Haji told him.

There is a T-junction ahead, and there is a sign at the intersection.

Ronan's proficiency in Romanian allowed Ronan to understand the above text - the town of Borka!
After parking the car, Ronan smelled his body carefully, opened a bottle of essential oil, and applied it all on his clothes.

Close the doors and windows, and move on.

Because of the perfume curse, Ronan didn't dare to get too close, and stopped the car some distance away from the town.

There is a large hotel outside the town, some luxury cars are parked in front of the store, and the people who come in and out to greet the guests are all top-notch beautiful women or handsome men.

Seeing three women looking at this side one after another, Ronan started the car to turn around, drove away, turned into a small road, and hid in the woods.

According to Haji, when the darkness falls, all the nearby blood servants and vampires will gather in the hotel to provide services for their customers.

Ronan parked the car and waited patiently.

Vampires who treat human beings as food and make a killing business deserve to die!

Of course Ronan is not that tall, mainly because of Grenouille, the Akasha family has never died with him.

And vampires may produce the soul fragments of the ancients!

A black car drove past the main road and headed towards the hotel.

From a distance, Ronan could hear American-style yelling.

The black car was getting closer and closer to the hotel. Parker, who was sitting in the co-pilot, saw the female doorman in uniform at the door, his eyes widened.

The short skirt uniform with black stockings, the hot and sexy figure, the exquisite and beautiful Eastern European face, is really killing me!

Ollie looked straight and asked the driver: "Dude, is it here!"

The white-faced man said, "That's right, this is it, isn't it good?"

The car drove past the door, and through the glass curtain wall, the three found that the lobby was full of young and beautiful girls.

"Hey, man, it's passed!" Parker found that the car didn't stop.

The white-faced man turned around and turned to the road leading to the back of the hotel: "I know the hotel manager, let's go through the back door and go first to pick girls."

The three of them couldn't wait, and quickly followed into the back door of the hotel. As soon as they entered, their mouths and noses were covered by someone!
"Take it away!" The man in a black suit asked someone to drag away the three unconscious people. When someone dragged Josh past him, he asked someone to stop again, carefully inspected Josh's black hair, and said, "Antonio The lady is going to start tonight, she likes black-haired men the most, and the goods I prepared before are a bit old, so I will inform the operating room that there are suitable goods."

The business of Claudia's company is to make money by satisfying the desires of rich people, including rape, sadism and cruelty.

For example, this hotel provides services to members, including but not limited to skinning, amputation, castration and beheading.

They even rob people everywhere to meet the special appearance needs of members.

The unconscious person was transported away, a garbage truck drove to the back door, and two thick blood servants dragged a heavy garbage can over.

The white-faced man opened the trash can and took a look. It was full of broken limbs and arms, some of which had no skin on them.

Before it was cut down, the skin was peeled off.

The white-faced man couldn't help shaking his head, human beings are really cruel creatures.

As the sky gradually darkened, vehicles came to Borka town along the north-south main road, and many people entered the hotel wearing masks.

They travel in fancy cars, are escorted by bodyguards, and dress fancy.

Today, I came here from Italy, Romania, Ukraine, Poland and Moldova to participate in a carnival feast.

Beautiful girls and handsome young men, accompanied by distinguished clients, walked through the lobby, entered the elevator, and descended to the underground.

On the ground floor of the hotel, a theater surrounded by hundreds of seats is opened up.

Gianna Antonio enjoyed the performance in full view. With the assistance of two people, she put on the surgical gown, gloves and mask, put on the toolbox, and walked into the theater under the watchful eyes of the public.

She comes from Rome, a family that is so large that it spans black and white forces.

Then, someone pushed Josh, who was hanging by his hands, over.

Jaina, like an artist about to perform, bowed slightly to each side.

Then, she looked at the black-haired man with a bit of cruelty in her eyes, as if seeing the black-haired man who abandoned her.

Her family didn't want to provoke that killing god at will, and she was powerless to retaliate.

You can only vent your anger through other channels.

There was warm applause at the scene, and Jaina paid tribute again.

Angel, who was about to be promoted to a vampire baron, appeared with a microphone in his hand and said loudly, "I announce that tonight's art performance has officially begun!"

　I feel very unlucky. I tested the waters last week. Every day, the collections increased by 500+. In four days, more than 2300 favorites were added. Then I suddenly established the All Heavens Unlimited Channel, and the book was pulled into the All Heavens Unlimited category. This category The webpage is not well done, and the APP feels that there is no traffic. It seems that all the books in the same category are not intelligently pushed, and the data will not rise all at once.

　　Kneel to the left and beg the big guys for support! ! !
　　
　
(End of this chapter)