Fast through the white moonlight: boss, pick up the morals

Chapter 599 Stockholm Syndrome (4)

Her eyes narrowed slightly.

At that time, the original owner was able to determine where the boss was, after countless deliberation and analysis, as well as her own understanding of the boss.

But now that Li Weixi has the memory of the original plot, he can see where the boss is at a glance.

Letting that group of people separate to investigate is just to create an opportunity for myself to get along with the boss alone.

After saying this, she left the main control room.

She moved her foot, felt the gun on her ankle, and went down the stairs with satisfaction.

This is the reception hall on the outer floor of the exhibition hall, because this is the largest international art exhibition hall in the country, and it has to receive countless foreign guests, so it is very magnificently decorated.

Even before the exhibition started, the reception hall was packed.

The boss that Li Weixi noticed just broke through the obstacles in the room and came to the reception hall.

He was dressed in black sportswear, a peaked cap, and a rucksack on his back. He looked inconspicuous, submerged in the crowd.

Unexpectedly, the real product of that painting was hidden in his canvas bag.

Li Weixi stood in the corridor overlooking, locked the target, and quickly chased after it.

—he was going up.

Her eyes followed the boss's footsteps, and she walked through the crowd and came behind him.

Li Weixi quietly stretched out a hand and put it on the zipper of the canvas bag.

In an instant, another strong force grabbed her hand, causing her to turn around and enter the corridor of the safe exit.

It was dark all around, and his movements were too light, and the voice control light was not turned on.Only the cold moonlight outline is clear.

She was pressed against the cold wall.

Boss stretched out his other hand slowly, and locked the door to the safety exit behind his back.

[[Main task] Mission 24, attack the boss of this world: Si Heng.250 points will be rewarded for completing the task, and 250 points will be deducted for failing the task. 】

Siheng, Heng Naiyu, a good name.

There was black paint under Li Weixi's slightly trembling eyelashes.

"Compared to stealing..." The man's voice was shrouded in shadow, "Xixi, I'm better at it than you."

Here, Li Weixi uses the English name Vichy Lee, but the man insists on calling her Kiki, which translates to Xixi.

Until he didn't know where to get Li Weixi's Chinese name, discarded the pronunciation of "k", and uttered her name in a low-pitched Chinese.

Gentle, ambiguous, lingering.

Yes, the boss is from the same country as her.

The first time she was called this, she became angry from embarrassment. After thousands of times, she got used to it and chose to ignore it. She simply uttered a cold word: "painting."

"It's right here," the man lazily narrowed his eyes, "Xixi, what do you think of my painting? Is it better than last time?"

Only she and he knew that the fakes that the boss found to replace the famous paintings were all painted by himself.

Li Weixi told outsiders, but no one believed it.

There was nothing she could do.

"It's not good-looking," she said with a cold face as usual, "haven't you been recognized?"

The man said "Ah", "This time they were very efficient, and I didn't even have time to take the painting away."

Against one's will.

Before she appeared, he was reluctant to take the painting away.

At first, he stole the painting to tease those in the CIA, but now he stole it to see her and get close to her.

He enjoys it.

Li Weixi was indifferent.

She hooked her leg slightly and kicked the man's calf.Combined with her skills, this body maximized her strength.

　good night

　　
　
(End of this chapter)