Super Detective in the Fictional World

"I'm not." Jeff quickly denied.

"The HR ..." A short fat man.

"You're wrong." Jeff continued to dying.

"Also tell me what kind of suicidal melancholia, take your trust game and carry out the so-called relief of stress." The short fat man is absolutely incomparable.

Jeff shook his head again and again: "No, you don't look like depression ..."

"And this **** mbi pressure ball, they're not used at all!" The short fat man roared.

He threw the pressure ball away: "You are posing, this is a trap, plan two, call a helicopter."

Selena was speechless: "It seems that being too good at communicating with people is not a good thing, is it a hand?"

"Wait a minute." Luke frowned, listening to news eavesdropping from Tim.

"The bait was exposed, asking for support, and immediately carrying out a rescue operation," Tim said, holding the intercom.

After a moment, he looked ugly.

Natalie looked at him for a moment, took the walkie-talkie and replied, "Understand, retreat."

"Really just giving them up like this?" Tim was a little tangled.

Natalie smiled and picked up the micro-crash hanging on her side: "Of course not, they are very good neighbors, right?"

Tim laughed too, and the two hurried down the stairs.

Luke rolled his eyes: Agents were reliable, sows could climb up the tree.

He never wanted to enter the FBI, or institutions like cia, just thought of this situation.

Without sufficient status, even if he was admitted into the box, he would become a soldier and fight again.

Once exposed, it will be abandoned by the boss without hesitation.

What could he do then? Was it just coming out under a lot of surveillance, or was it waiting to be killed and resurrected?

Regardless of the choice, the consequences are extremely bad, and he did not want to appear.

Luke thought, and said, "Selena, be ready to support Tim. Tim's support has been evacuated from the hotel."

Selina: "... The relief is really timely."

Sell ​​teammates? This doesn't exist, because Jeff's couple are not teammates at all.

They are just bait, the unavoidable loss of material in fishing operations.

At this moment, Jeff was pressed to the sofa.

There, the short fat man was talking to one of his associates.

Jeff frowned, murmured for a moment, and suddenly said, "Bruce?"

The short fat man turned his head subconsciously: "Well, are you talking to me?"

Jeff was more certain: "I remember your name, Bruce! Bruce-spring-style."

The short fat man shook his head awkwardly: "No, you recognize the wrong person."

Jeff was absolutely certain: "I remember, it was the parking space dispute that I handled for you. But, is it for this that you committed to the crime business? Because a broken parking space hurts self-esteem?"

The short fat man was angry. "Enough, shut up. What do you think this is? Is the talk show stage."

In the room, a group of short fat men and their associates looked weird.

His female mate couldn't help asking: "You? Call spring ... style? (Spring-style)"

Can't blame her for being so curious.

It's like who suddenly learned that Schwarzenegger or Stallone's original name was puppy.

The short fat man became irritated: "Yes, is there any problem?"

Another associate couldn't help but jack up: "So, you just let us all call you" T-Rex "?"

Short fat man: "For our business, of course, we need to adopt a nickname that is not easy to associate. Why do you think it is?"

Everyone was weird.

The short fat Bruce turned his head violently and pointed Jeff with his fingers: "Also, parking is not fair at all, okay!"

Everyone: ... So, in fact, it was because of the broken parking space that you fell into the grass.

Bruce seemed to be touched by the scar and said loudly: "I worked for them for three years, three years! They also made me stop in Zone D. Is it OK to be on the other side of the highway? I go to work every time You have to walk through that, what ... "

"Pedestrian bridge." Jeff reminded in a timely manner that he had seen too many employees who came to him to vent for such things.

"That's right, this is it. As long as I walk over this **** pedestrian bridge, the weather is sweaty, the wind is gray, and occasionally it rains and will be drenched. I have to enjoy this for three years. I deserve to thank you! "Bruce, who was furious, was already pulling something in his arms.

Jeff quickly reminded: "Wait, I didn't allocate your parking space to you. I have also parked in Zone D for 12 years."

Bruce, uh, he took out the short tube and the revolver also paused, but immediately turned back and began to raise his gun: "My special thing is not your useless thing, it will only lie to people, human The waste of the Ministry of Resources, I care how long you stop in area d. "

哐 Dang!

The door was suddenly opened, interrupting the farce.

Selina looked at the scene in the room across the room and couldn't help but say, "Luke, are you sure Tim and Natalie are going to save Jeff?"

Luke used the camera just installed outside the window, watching the picture on the fake phone, and pondered for a moment: "Maybe, this is their backup plan?"

"Become a prisoner's backup plan?" Selena groaned. "You better not make this plan in the future."

Luke Waner: "Okay, get ready to get started."

Inside, Jeff had looked at Tim in surprise: "What about the backup?"

"There is no backup." Tim grinned.

Jeff: "What? Didn't you say that the worst result was that the backup rushed in and flattened here?"

Natalie: "For them, the worst result is this, and your" collateral loss "is not the worst result."

"Collateral loss?" Jeff stunned.

Bruce laughed hesitantly: "See? No, this is a typical missing lie. Alright, Bununo, put on the plastic sheet, I don't want to be held by the hotel when I wait."

"Wait!" Shouted.

Bruce was dissatisfied: "hey! How can anyone interrupt me?"

This was Karen's shout, and she prayed with a look on her face: "Natalie, the last time we tried on our underwear together, I found out that I like you."

Everyone: ...

Jeff, Tim: ...

Bruce looked confused ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ looking at Tim.

This name, which should not be called "Natalie", can not even enter the ladies' dressing room.

"You talking to her?" He looked at Natalie next to Tim, and then Karen.

Karen nodded: "Let me finish my last words, okay?"

"Okay, you said." Bruce nodded subconsciously, his eyes still spinning between these two distinctive women.

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