A War Between Spies

It’s good to feel nothing.

Yang Yi was excited at once, and couldn't help but stand up. When he found out that his reaction was too rough, he was hesitant to sit down, but he saw John Jones standing up.

"Now I am going to meet with the contacts to talk about the mission, where do you live."

"Hotel."

“To rent a house, it is best to get to work near here. Do you need financial support?”

"Oh, no, thank you."

“It may take some time to rent a house to find the right one. You should solve this problem today. Also, you can live in my house before you find a suitable house. Today I will call my core team to go to my house. You Just meet everyone."

"Ok."

John Jones glanced at the watch and nodded. "That's it, wait for me."

Yang Yi and John Jones left the office at the same time, then John Jones went to see the contact, and Yang Yi, of course, was looking for a suitable house to rent.

However, the house was not so rentable. Yang Yi found a real estate agent. He made his own request and then started to look at the house with the agent, but when he saw the second house, John Jones played I came by phone.

Telling John Jones where he is, Yang Yi waited for a while, a silver-gray car parked in front of him.

It turned out that Yang Yi didn't know what car John Jones was driving. Now he knows that John Jones just drove a Ford sedan in London's rotten street.

Yang Yi pulled the car and got on the bus. John Jones smiled and said: "Is the house found?"

"Not yet, just just looking for it."

"It doesn't matter, you can live in my house these days, and then move after the mission is over."

"The task is over?"

"Yes."

It seems that John Jones is in a good mood, so Yang Yi’s mood is also getting better.

Soon, John Jones’s home arrived, a townhouse in downtown London, probably built between 1930 and 1950, and the house was a bit old.

It used to be a very ordinary house, but now, having a well-located townhouse in London, is a reflection of strength.

After Yang Yi entered the door and closed the door, John Jones looked casually: "There is a room upstairs for you to live in, but never make a move in the middle of the night. Go up and put things down and go down. Now I am I need to make a few calls."

John Jones poured himself a glass of wine and then confronted Yang Yidao: "Do you want it?"

"Thank you, I don't drink, can I borrow a bathroom?"

"Of course, the door on the right hand side upstairs is."

Thanks to John Jones, Yang Yi hurriedly went upstairs.

The house is old, but the decoration and furnishings are very tasteful. The stairs are covered with thick carpets, and the oil paintings are hanging on the wall next to them. However, Yang Yi does not appreciate much because he is in a hurry.

Put the box at the door of the toilet, then Yang Yi directly opened the door of the toilet.

Yang Yi lived because he found someone inside when he opened the door.

A woman, just got up from the toilet, the most important thing is that her pants have not been able to mention.

Yang Yi’s mind snorted, and then he stunned, glanced at him, and looked up again. After seeing a woman with a ponytail in front of him, he was finally stunned. Come over and turn and leave.

In fact, it was a momentary thing, but before Yang Yigang turned and closed the door, a fist quickly enlarged in front of his eyes.

The eyes were black and then began to take Venus. Then Yang Yi slammed his fist again, letting him curl up immediately and pour it directly backwards, but this is not over yet, before he falls, the chin He took a heavy punch and then he fell down.

Yang Yi almost fainted, but he didn't faint, so he curled up on the floor with his stomach, and looked at the woman with difficulty. It was extremely painful: "Fuck, what are you doing!"

The pants were pulled quickly, and the woman’s ponytail was very handsome and moved, and the hand was pulled up.

"What happened!"

John Jones hurried to the stairs, and when he saw Yang Yi lying down, the toilet door opened again.

Looking at the woman coming out of the toilet, John Jones said in a strange way: "How are you here!"

The woman looked angry and she said loudly: "This is my home! Who is this bastard!"

John Jones looked at the constipation and whispered: "A son of a friend, what happened after a few days, God, have you made him like this?"

When John Jones and the woman started questioning and answering, Yang Yi stood up hard and went to the toilet. After he said sorry in pain, he finally entered the toilet.

When Yang Yi finally came out of the toilet, John Jones looked at him helplessly, and the woman, still staring at him with disgusting and angry eyes.

Yang Yi sighed, then very helplessly said: "Sorry, this is an accident, and you have already beaten me, now you can accept my apology."

John Jones is also very helpless: "Kate ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I don't know if you are at home, you didn't say you want to come back, so this is just an accident! And, you shouldn't beat him, I told him After many times, you can't always be so violent, you..."

The woman suddenly turned her head, and the ponytail smashed out a beautiful arc in the air. She passed by John Jones in a very handsome position, went straight into a room, and then slammed into the door.

Looking at the door that was closed, John Jones opened his hand to Yang Yi’s face and smiled bitterly: “I’m sorry she hit you, um, she is my daughter Kate, Kate Jones.”

Yang Yi is not angry, he just feels the shame deeply.

A shameful shame!

Being a woman, a very young, very beautiful, small, woman who seems to be a little girl, fell down, no swearing, shame, shame!

Just a glimpse of it, Yang Yi feels that he is not guilty, but this must be reported, must be reported, not to violently that Kate Jones, but must prove that he can beat Kate Jones.

Yang Yi’s face became firm, and at this time, John Jones smiled at him and whispered: “If you want to prove that you are higher than Kate in terms of force, then I advise you to give up. The idea, if you don't want to suffer a bigger blow, then it's best not to provoke her."

Yang Yi is quite convinced: "I am just, just..., why?"

John Jones is quite annoyed: "Because I accidentally over-trained her, she began practicing boxing from the age of seven, practicing free-fighting at the age of ten, and starting to contact Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu at the age of fifteen, fifteen I started practicing Ma Jia, so give up, you can't beat her."