Quick Wear: The Host is a Fox

The boy clenched the anesthesia gun in his hand unhappily.

He took a step forward, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, walked lazily to the blind spot of the surveillance camera, and pulled the trigger when Stephen passed him by.

The anesthesia needle was firmly stuck on Stephen's bulging belly.

Bai Zhen exchanged glances with him, stretched out his hand to support the man's body, but he pulled out the anesthesia needle without a trace and hid it in his pocket.

"Mr. Stephen, you are drunk. I will help you to rest."

The man was already fat, and at this moment almost all of his weight was put down, and Bai Zhen stepped on five centimeter high heels again, and he was shaking when he walked.

Shoulder suddenly light.

The young man came over at some point, wrapped one of the man's arms around his shoulders, and helped him walk forward.

Bai Zhen trotted to find the waiter on the side, "Hello, Mr. Stephen seems to be drunk. I don't know where his room is. Could you open the door for you, we want to take him back to rest."

The waiter looked Bai Zhen up and down, and then glanced at the young man not far away.

Xun Feng's eyes met his for a second.

The two moved away.

The waiter smiled at Bai Zhen and led the way, "Of course you can. Please come with me, everyone."

He took the room card from the front desk and brought Bai Zhen and others to Stephen's door.

After brushing the door, Bai Zhen went in and said to the waiter, "Thank you, let's help Mr. Stephen clean up a little and come out."

"Good lady."

Bai Zhen slammed the door shut and hung the chain inside.

In this way, even if they have a room card, they will not be able to come in immediately.

Xun Feng threw Stephen onto the bed at will.

Then he dusted off the dust that didn't exist on his shoulders in disgust.

He turned around and saw that Bai Zhen was already holding a knife and cut a long piece of cloth from the bed sheet.

Then folded it a few times, used it as a rope, and tied Stephen firmly.

He took another towel and blocked his mouth tightly, then clapped his hands, stood up and took a deep breath.

The teenager looked at her intently, "Why didn't you kill him?"

Of course it's because the Secret Service wouldn't let her kill it.

However, Bai Zhen didn't explain, and planned to avoid this question naturally, and dragged him to go out.

"My backpack is in another room, so I have to go get it first. You'll..."

Bai Zhen hadn't finished speaking yet.

Just hear a "click".

A cool clasp on the wrist.

She froze suddenly.

Been a police officer for so many years.

She closed her eyes and knew what it was...

Bai Zhen slowly turned her head back.

He raised his hand and pulled hard.

The handcuffs and the iron railings at the head of the bed made a clinking sound.

A red mark appeared on the snow-white slender wrist.

Bai Zhen turned around, her red lips evoked a slight smile, but her voice was as cold as ice.

"Are you a policeman?"

For the first time, there was a look of helplessness on the boy's cold face.

He lowered his eyes slightly, and replied softly and lowly, "Yes."

Bai Zhen looked at him with burning eyes.

"So, you came to this dance this time, not to carry out the assassination mission, but to arrest me, right?"

Xun Feng's back was straight, but his head was buried very low. Without explaining much, he directly admitted, "Yes."

It's just that he didn't know that the killer group would send her on a mission...

Bai Zhen responded with a sneer.

The laughter made the boy's body froze slightly, "Don't worry, I won't hurt you."