I’m A Detective In The Beauty World

Room 4125.

Smith sat quietly on the sofa, with a black briefcase on the long table in front of him. However, there is no so-called trading item in the bag, but a silenced pistol that has been loaded.

He has done work like this many times and is already familiar with it. But for some reason, Smith was suddenly a little nervous looking at the closed door.

It seems that after the door is opened, he will see the scariest thing in his life.

It's scarier than the midnight train.

"Boom..."

The door was knocked.

Smith didn't move because he knew that the other party also had the key card for this house.

Sure enough, after a while, only hearing the sound of "click" electronic card swiping, the door opened.

A tall woman walked in. She was wearing a black windbreaker with long black hair hanging down to her waist, and a pair of huge black sunglasses covered most of her face.

Seeing Smith sitting on the sofa clearly, the woman who was about to close the door with her backhand was stunned, and stood rigidly at the door, motionless.

Smith also felt that the other party was a bit familiar, but he also thought it was a colleague who had seen him before, he suddenly became vigilant, stood up cautiously, and smiled: "Don't you close the door first?"

The woman was silent, and after a moment, she slowly closed the door, and then slowly walked towards Smith.

Seeing the women getting closer, Smith felt more and more familiar with the other person, and he was not familiar with it in general. It seemed that it was the kind of familiarity with the family and friends around him.

But he still did not recognize the woman's identity.

Men, in some ways, are relatively slow.

Smith panicked a little, his hands began to tremble for the first time at work. But he still tried to maintain the basic qualities, and smiled reluctantly: "Then let's start?"

The woman still did not speak, her eyes fixed on Smith through her sunglasses. After a while, she reached out and handed the briefcase to Smith.

Smith hesitation, he knows he should pick up the briefcase on the table now, and when pretending to trade, take out the gun and kill the opponent. But for some reason, Smith felt a little panic in his heart.

Almost subconsciously, Smith said the most wise thing in his life: "I still wear sunglasses in the room, don't it feel dark?"

The woman was silent, raised her slightly trembling fingers, and slowly took off her sunglasses, revealing a pair of beautiful, bright and very familiar big eyes.

"..."

Smith shook his body for a moment, and directly slumped back on the sofa weakly, staring blankly at the sad woman: "Jane... how could it be you?"

Jane pursed her lips, trying to restrain her emotions: "Why can't it be me?"

"But..." Smith looked at his wife's dress, and finally reacted with hindsight, "Are you the same as me?"

Jane took off her wig and nodded: "That's right."

"when?"

"Always!"

"Then Columbia..."

"Yes, it was at that time!"

Smith looked up to the sky and smiled bitterly: "I can't think of my last job, it turned out to be you."

At this moment, Smith suddenly realized all the abnormalities before his wife.

Jane said coldly: "This is the company taking the opportunity to warn you that in our business, there is no such thing as early retirement."

Smith looked at his wife with a solemn expression, but with red eye circles, her mouth was full of bitterness: "It looks like this retirement task, I can't complete it."

Jian slowly drew a pistol from the briefcase and pointed it at Smith: "If you can't finish it, then there is only death."

Smith sighed and closed his eyes: "Then you do it, dear."

After a while, there was no gunshot.

Jian faintly said: "Come to the restaurant and accompany me to the last dinner."

Smith opened his eyes in a little surprise and looked at Jane, but Jane wouldn't turn around and open the door to leave. Smith quickly got up to follow, and the couple took the stairs one after another to the restaurant on the first floor.

Looking at the table already reserved, Smith said suspiciously: "Have you booked in advance?"

Jane shrugged: "After all, the last date was not completed because the car exploded."

Smith laughed, when a waiter stepped forward to take over the windbreaker for Jane, but Smith waved away. He personally helped his wife take off the windbreaker, opened the seat, and let Jane sit down.

"Do you two want a bottle of champagne?"

The waiter asked.

Jane glanced at Smith and smiled faintly: "No, champagne is for celebration. Here is a bottle of red wine."

Smith laughed: "Give me a bottle of whiskey, the one with the highest degree. It's best to just use a lighter."

The waiter looked at the two men and women weirdly, but the well-trained him quickly covered his eyes and nodded away.

After the waiter left, Smith chuckled softly: "You still want to kill me?"

Jane smiled: "Definitely, this is my job after all, isn't it?"

Smith curled his lips: "So what model company of yours is fake, and those so-called models are the same as you?"

Jane laughed: "Are you very lucky that you have never hooked up with them?"

Smith took a breath and nodded, "Yes."

At this time, the waiter pushed the dining car over, opened the wine, and put the red wine and whiskey in front of the Smiths. However, before Smith could take a shot, Jane reached out and picked up the glass of whiskey and drank it straight away.

"..." The waiter blinked and looked at Jane, who looked as usual. He couldn't help swallowing, and hurriedly pushed the dining car away.

Smith reluctantly filled Jane a glass of wine: "I remember you only drink red wine."

Jian pursed his lips and smiled: "You also said that you are an ordinary investment consultant!"

Smith spread his hands: "Much better than John Wick's costume designer."

Jane picked up the glass and drank it again.

Two large glasses of whiskey, no matter how high the amount of alcohol, is on your stomach. Jane's cheeks flushed, she stood up a little shaky, walked around the dining table to Smith, stretched out her hands and picked up her husband: "Come, dance with me."

Smith said helplessly: "You drank too much, my dear, or let's go home."

"Hate, still at work, how can I go home?"

Jane pulled Smith into the dance floor in the middle of the restaurant. It was a coincidence that after they came in, the original slow dance just ended, followed by a cheerful tango.

Jane took Smith's hand, and the water snake's waist twisted in accordance with the rhythm of the music. After a while, she lightly turned around and walked behind Smith, her hands like octopus, hugging Smith tightly.

"Why don't you kill me?"

The heat is on Smith's ear.

Smith felt the plump body clinging to his back, and sighed: "I never thought about it, and I will never do that."

"But I thought about it, after I discovered your identity before, I thought about it."

"You already knew my true identity?"

"Hehe, definitely, you were squatting in Times Square, and my gun was aimed at your head."

As he said, Jane fumbled with both hands along Smith's body, with red lips attached to his ears and whispered: "Since you don't want to kill me, why do you have so many weapons on him?"

Smith gave a dry cough, and his lips were a little dry: "That's the gun I've had since I was born."

Jane chuckled, turned around, attached to Smith, her fiery body twisted and slowly squatted down from top to bottom.

The eyes of an old couple dancing slowly next to him were already straight. Smith felt Jane's bold and hot touch, and smiled a little awkwardly.

At this moment, Jane suddenly retched, clutching her chest and got up and hurriedly walked towards the bathroom.

Smith moved his neck a little proudly, returned to his table, drank red wine and tried to calm himself down.

It seems that there will be a long-lost battle between the two of them tonight!

He was thinking happily, when suddenly there was a scream in the direction of the bathroom, and several men and women ran out of the women's bathroom with expressions of panic.

Before Smith could react, with a "boom", the women's bathroom exploded!

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