my sister is a supermodel

The phone rang.

Hubert picked up the phone in a stride, "Marcel, what's the matter, have you got the videotape?"

"It's not good BOSS, the opponent has an RPG, the opponent has an RPG, we need support, we need support"

Boom!

Suddenly there was a bang from the receiver, and the phone went silent.

"Crazy woman! Damn crazy woman!"

Hubert was startled by the gunfire, his face turned black and then white. He arranged for six people to follow Della. He thought it was enough attention, but unexpectedly this woman was so crazy that she carried rockets with her.

prickly~

Suddenly there was another sound from the other end of the phone, "Boss, we are all fine, but the car was blown over, what should we do now?"

"Where are your locations?"

Hubert opened a map and asked.

"On the road six kilometers east of Commandy Manor"

The person on the phone responded.

Hubert gestured with his hands, "Where's Della Kerber?"

"They're on the highway"

"Oh~ damn it!"

Hubert slapped the table heavily. It was inconvenient to use his gun when he got on the highway. He put down the phone and dialed another number, "Waldo, bring your team and stop a car for me, Mercedes-Benz GLA model , the license plate number is 2563HG75, stop the car, and the people in the car, I'll give you 20 euros... oh, ok ok, 20 euros, just [-] euros, you bloody vampire, you must Take the man down for me"

pat!

Hubert hung up the phone angrily. For this lawsuit, he had already spent more than 30 euros, and this time he would spend another 20. It really hurts.

Hubert sat on the sofa, rubbing his hair fiercely, and accidentally fell a lot of hair.

"Fuck! Fuck!"

He cursed angrily again.

dong dong dong~

The assistant came in.

"what's up?"

Hubert held back his breath and asked.

"Mr. Balme, Master Raul called and said that he hopes to change two beautiful nurses. He suggested finding two models to dress up as nurses, preferably Kate and Miranda..."

"Shit!"

Hubert almost fainted out of breath. He spit and yelled, "Go, replace him with two black female nurses, who are over 40 years old and weigh no less than 180 pounds, understand?"

"...clear!"

The assistant closed the door and walked out.

"Bitch!"

Hubert took a few deep breaths, walked to the bar and poured a full glass of red wine, and drank it down.

"Waldo, did you find that car?"

he picked up the phone and asked.

"Hurry up, haha, I saw that silver-gray Mercedes."

The person on the phone shouted excitedly, "Mr. Balme, don't worry, I brought eight sports cars with me today, and I will definitely get that car for you. My 20 euros, are you ready?"

"Of course, move faster!"

Hubert hung up the phone impatiently. He poured another glass of wine, leaned on the sofa and let out a long breath. As long as he retrieved the video tape, he would definitely win the lawsuit.

jingle bell~

The phone rang again.

"Waldo, what's the matter? Got someone?"

Hubert asked hastily.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Balme, that car was accompanied by two anti-terrorism and anti-riot armored vehicles from Paris, which were equipped with heavy weapons... We will not accept this order, Mr. Balme, and look forward to working with you next time!"

Dudu~

The other party hung up the phone.

"Armored car?"

Hubert was stunned for a while, what do these damn feminists want to do, it's just a small lawsuit, is it necessary to make such a big commotion?

"Damn it, damn it!"

Hubert turned around the room a few times, and he shouted towards the door, "Camille, inform everyone to come to the manor for a meeting, we have new troubles"

"understand!"

creak~

In front of the Grand Hotel in the urban area, a silver-gray Mercedes-Benz GLA and two police cars stopped successively.

"Della, isn't this movement too loud?"

At the door, Roca looked at the two special policemen with submachine guns and said.

"It's a deterrent, of course it's bigger"

Ms. Della glanced at his arm and frowned slightly, "How's the injury?"

"Nothing? A little scrape"

Rocca touched the bandage on his arm and shrugged helplessly.

When I was using RPG just now, I was accidentally hit by a stray bullet. Fortunately, it was only on the arm. If it was on the face, the loss would be too great.