Kidnapping All Mankind

Customs, immigration office.

Sitting in front of the dresser, staring intently at herself in the mirror, Miura Ogura switched from time to time with a sweet smile, a seductive smile, a pure smile, a pitiful smile, a dignified smile ...

Can appear here, no matter how looks, body, temperament, Miura Ogura is undoubtedly the best choice.

As predicted at the time of departure, as soon as they entered the customs, the police of country Z directly seized these gifts and detained them.

Next, there was no interrogation or deportation. Of course, there was no abuse. From the first moment when he entered the land of country Z, 72 hours have passed, and Miura Ogura has been locked in this suite without anyone. Communicate with her.

The room is not too high-end, but it is quite exquisite and clean, and the facilities are very complete. There are treadmills, TVs, massage chairs in the lounge, and even a pool table, books, computers, game consoles ... Entertainment equipment also filled the entire study.

No one communicates with himself, and no electronic device has any network.

This life may be difficult for many people.

However, for Miura Ogura who joined the artist's office early, received strict training, and was used to strict management, this is an extremely rare adjustment time.

7 days left ...

Looking at the clock, Miura Ogura silently counted the approximate time predicted by the office.

There are 7 days left, I will definitely adjust myself to the best state!

The senior management of the office, as well as the bureaucrats who obviously did not belong to the office, said to themselves when they assembled, Miura Ogura remembered very clearly:

As long as I can squeeze into Wu Qingchen's side, my brother, parents, close relatives, and myself-if I leave Wu Qingchen's side-any conditions can be met!

Crowded to Wu Qingchen. ——This is the only requirement of the office and the bureaucrats. You don't need to do anything that may cause the dissatisfaction of country Z or Mr. Wu Qingchen.

This condition is of course very favorable.

However, for Ms. Ogura, who has been eager for a gorgeous stage since she was a child, she has received strict training and strict contracts. The gathering of global eyes has made Ms. Ogura full of desire.

And now, as long as I can squeeze into the side of Mr. Wu Qingchen, even if it is only one day, no, even if it is only one night, I can immediately get the attention of 7 billion people!

Just thinking about this temptation, Miura Ogura is feverish.

If there was a man with horns on his head and a smell of sulfur, claiming that he could help Ogura Meiling fulfill this desire, she would immediately sign the name without hesitation.

Kokura, you must work hard! try hard!

Ogura Miura cheers herself up. Another thing the bureaucrat said gave Ogura Miura a little more hope: Under the cultural output of Japan for many years, many East Asian men like their light and soft partners.

According to the Japanese government's all-out efforts, it has lost valuable information collected by a large number of manpower. Mr. Wu Qingchen, there are many similar works in the document!

Kokura, you must work hard! Be sure to seize the opportunity! You know, when you sign the contract, you are going to go in this direction!

"Tuk Tuk Tuk ..."

The door was knocked.

Huh? Ogura Miura turned back in surprise.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk ..." The door was knocked again.

Although she didn't have the key and didn't know she was the owner of the room, Miura Ogura responded and said softly: Come in.

The door was pushed open.

Several police officers came in.

"Miss Ogura, may I have time?" The leading police officer said in skilled Japanese. "Now, there is something about Mr. Wu that needs your help."

Gosh! Actually selected me!

Gosh! Gosh! Gosh! Actually selected me!

Become famous!

Savior!

National treasure of Japan!

Global Idol!

A series of wonderful titles instantly came to the mind of Miura Ogura.

"Rong ... honored." Miura Ogura tried her best to suppress herself. She wanted to show the sweetest smile, but the expression on her face was a little distorted.

Ten minutes later.

Out of the suite, Miura Ogura was surprised to see that in this enclosed building, the doors of many suites had opened.

On both sides and in the opposite hallway, there were two or three elegant and graceful girls on each floor, under the supervision of police officers, and headed for the elevator.

Miura Ogura also walked towards the elevator.

In the elevator, Miura Ogura suddenly realized that entering the elevator and the girl who had just appeared in the hallway seemed to have a common feature.

-They are all relatively small.

It turned out that the office told me. Is it really true?

Warriors in the intelligence community, thank you for your sacrifice, please continue to bless me!

Good at wearing high waist pants, accustomed to stepping on the inside, proficient in makeup, expression is good at changing, clothes change age ...

What else is there? The police officer leading the team quickly opened the minutes of the training group:

Ah, I almost forgot!

The group of perverts with completely opposite appearances and genders are all masters in these areas!

Fortunately, the **** had not had time to deport ...

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Acre Village, 57 km away.

Baron Archford, 21 km away.

Half-waist in the hills, a small team climbed slowly.

This team consists of two cows, two carts, three horses, dozens of people, and a large number of poultry and livestock.

A knight with a wide body, an iron mask on his face, and chain mail, riding a tall warhorse, walked in the center of the team.

On the side of the knight, two servants, with horses and chain armor on, looked around alertly.

Before and after the three superiors, seven or eight soldiers carrying spears with precious iron gun heads on their tops and a layer of leather on their chests advanced slowly.

At the back of the team, three soldiers drove a large group of men in ragged clothes, blushing noses and swollen noses, hands tied by a long rope.

Several experienced farmers landed at the end of the whole team. They drove goats, geese, cows, and a cart dragged by two cattle. The cart was cluttered with tents, water bladder, buckwheat, peas, baskets, and farm tools , Two wounded, a dead body, and a handful of less honest, noisy all the way, scurrying around, and finally caught **** poultry.

Over the hills, a hillside much higher than the hills appeared in front of everyone.

Near dusk, at the top of the hillside, a huge shadow cast over the entire team.

Looking at the direction of the top of the hillside, the source of the huge shadow, the superiors, soldiers, and farmers in the team were all excited, and the tired feet briskly.

"what……"

Looking at the tall creature in front of them, the captives were stunned, and several of them called out involuntarily.

"Oh!" The saliva and spear fell on the captive at the same time: "Stop, thief!"

The attendant on the right glanced admiringly at the soldiers who shot.

This is Colinburg.

Throughout the center of Fishgard, one of the church's fifteen pillars, how can a lowly thief make a dirty call.

By this time, the castle had found the procession.

From a distance, the bell to warn the inside of the castle came.

The leading knight waved, and an attendant turned over, and the leader rushed forward.

In about ten minutes, the rhythm of the bells slowed down a lot, but it didn't stop.

About twenty minutes later, the team reached the top of the mountain and stopped at a few dozen steps from the castle.

This is a majestic castle.

In front of it, the tiny mortal must look up.

The castle is extremely tall, and it is several times taller than the most well-built wooden house.

The castle occupies a very wide area. From one end to the other, the tallest farmer will have to walk for a long time.

Its exterior wall does not have a single piece of wood. In most places, it is composed of extremely viscous, compacted mud blocks, and the foundation is based on unimaginable stones.

The towering observatory, the squared arrow stack, exudes a breathtaking atmosphere, moss-covered walls, potty towers, telling a long history.

Several soldiers crowded two young men and appeared in the tower.

The young man standing on the left beckons towards the bottom: "Teacher, are you?"

The knight patted his horse forward, took off the iron mask, and looked up and said, "Yes, Lohalin."

"Sorry, teacher."

The young man named Lohalin still looked carefully.

"Pastor Tobira ..." After half a minute, Lohalin turned his head. "I can see clearly, here is my teacher."

"Yes, Rev. Lohalin ..." The other young man nodded. "I can see too. The following is indeed Deacon Marta!"

"Open the door, put the suspension bridge, Deacon Master is back!"

The sound of the winch turning, a narrow suspension bridge was lowered, and it crossed the trench filled with wooden signs and hit the team.

Stepping across the narrow suspension bridge, through the same narrow doorway, the team entered the castle.

"Teacher, are you okay?" Lohalin ran down the tower and waited beside the doorway, looking at the teacher with concern: "I seem to see the body!"

"Well, I'm fine ... poor Bayonne was stabbed in the chest ..."

With the assistance of the two attendants, Deacon Marta turned over and dismissed: "Drove these **** **** into the dungeon, and quickly carried Keel and Nibbin to Deacon Pephos ... Well, and poor Bayeux Well ... wash him clean. "

Drive the captives, lift the wounded, move the corpses, and the soldiers take action.

"What happened?" Lohalin also came over and helped Marta untie the chain mail.

"No ..." Upon hearing the students' questions, Deacon Marta motioned to the captives: "Look at these guys ..."

"Is this the thief who attacked the reclamation site ..." Lohalin looked over, and the soldiers were driving the captives to the dungeon: "Well ... no, why are these guys so strong? They cannot be thieves!"

"No, they are thieves." Deacon Marta smiled. "At least, Lord Illus will definitely confirm that they are thieves."

"Did it be arranged by Illus?" Lohalin clenched his fist tightly. "Damn, you shouldn't have collected his ransom last time, you should just break his head!"

"Illus should not have the courage if he was alone ..." Deacon Marta shook his head: "If I am not wrong, it seems that Flens Parish does not like our reclamation site very much."

"The bastards! The scum of the church!"

"It's nothing, I hope that the next time the Flemish parish chooses a reclamation site, don't be too close to us ... OK ..."

Deacon Marta took down the hammer and long dagger hanging from the side of the war horse: "Anyway, most of the materials in the reclamation site have been taken back ... this time, leave it to the priest."

After taking the hammer, Lohalin sinks his hands slightly. Compared to when the teacher set off, the surface of the hammer is dark brown and the natural anti-rust coating is much thicker.

"All right……"

After disarming all the deacons, Deacon Marta let out a deep sigh of relief. "It's been two days, and finally I don't need to wear these things."

"The teacher has worked hard," Lohalin said.

"Hmm ..." Deacon Marta asked, "Is the priest there? Is the evening prayer over?"

"It's over ... the priest should still be in the church now."

"Okay, I'll see him."

"Teacher ..." Lohalin suddenly whispered to Deacon Marta.

what happened? What's the matter

Marta turned her head and asked with her eyes.

"Well ..." Lohalin looked around slightly.

"Well." Marta nodded slightly, "Go back and wait for me."

About an hour or so, Deacon Marta walked into Lohalin's room.

There was no attendant beside Deacon Marta, and when he entered the room, Lohalin quickly closed the door.

Turning around, Lohalin asked Marta to sit down, then removed a box, and pulled out a sheepskin roll from the crack in the wall behind it.

"Teacher, please look at this."

Five minutes later, Tarma's pair of smash-resistant taxpayers, **** thieves, rampant knights, and other parish priests—of course, this is very occasional, and quite secretive—the head is always rock solid His arm began to tremble slightly: "Is this ... is it true? Is it true that Praia said?"

"Yes, what John said was true ..."

Lohalin nodded his head solemnly. "Teacher, look at this again."

Speaking of which, Lohalin went to the wall behind the box again, and took the other item out of the hole with great care.

Slowly turned around and walked slowly to Talma, Lohalin was slow, and could even be said to devotionally put a few joomai rods in his hands, and put them on the teacher who he and Praia shared, In front of Deacon Talma.

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