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Natasha knew Li Weijun's preferences very well, so she deliberately tried to be heroic in her dress, speech and behavior. She was wearing a well-cut and smooth-lined outfit, which not only highlighted her tall and slender figure, but also exuded a capable and neat temperament.

A long windbreaker swayed gently with her steps, like a flag dancing in the wind; she wore a pair of Madden boots, and every step she took made a firm and powerful sound; on her head she wore a small and exquisite boat hat, which perfectly embellished the overall look, making her look both feminine and gentle, while retaining the dignity and courage that a member of the Secret Service should have.

This kind of outfit complements her own temperament and fully displays the unique style of the secret service members. Whether walking on the road or performing tasks, Natasha always attracts everyone's attention and becomes the focus of the crowd.

In fact, this matter is not a good thing in essence. You know, as a member of the secret service, you must be low-key and cautious. Even eating meat, which seems insignificant, must be carefully hidden at the bottom of the bowl.

If you are too high-profile, it will inevitably attract other people's attention, which will bring many unnecessary troubles and risks to the execution of the mission.

However, Natasha didn't take it to heart at all. For her, as long as she could make Zhang Yang happy and satisfy his preferences, everything else didn't matter. She wouldn't be as hesitant and timid as other people!

In her eyes, Zhang Yang's feelings were more important than any rules and potential dangers. So, even though she knew it might not be appropriate, as long as she could see a smile on Zhang Yang's face, she felt that everything was worth it.

To put it bluntly, if Li Weijun hadn't felt that he was not capable of doing it, he would have really wanted to shoot her.

As if she could see through Li Weijun's deepest thoughts, Natasha narrowed her eyes, which were as beautiful as autumn water, and pursed her lips. She glanced at him with a smile, and spoke slowly in a lazy tone with a hint of ridicule and mockery.

"Oh, what's the matter? You just swore to teach them a severe lesson, but in the blink of an eye, you are so weak and anticlimactic?" Her words were like a breeze blowing across the lake, gently stirring people's hearts and making people curious and expectant about the next development.

My goodness, as the saying goes, a man can endure a lot, but what else can he not endure? Originally, Li Weijun was still concerned about the existence of Jiang Xifeng, fearing that his affairs would be exposed after Jiang Xifeng found out his flaws.

But since Natasha was asking for trouble, Zhang Yang didn't mind letting her taste the good juice.

After carefully dressing up, Natasha finally completed all her preparations.

When she slowly opened the bathroom door and walked out, her steps were trembling slightly, as if her body had lost balance. At this moment, she truly and deeply felt the unspeakable fear deep in her heart.

Under the strange gazes of the cooks, Natasha tried to keep herself calm and composed. She took a deep breath, raised her hands, and casually but deliberately adjusted the collar and cuffs of her windbreaker, trying to hide her nervousness.

Then, Natasha raised her head, straightened her chest, and walked towards the door of the apartment with firm and powerful steps. Every step seemed so difficult, but she still gritted her teeth and persisted, not letting anyone see her timidity. In this way, under the complicated gazes of everyone, Natasha finally successfully stepped out of the door of the apartment.

At this time, a group of cooks stood together, looking at each other with confusion and doubt on their faces. These cooks were not simple, they had eaten pork and seen pigs run.

They were experienced and well-informed people, so they knew exactly what had happened to Natasha.

However, unlike others who might be surprised or puzzled, these kitchen ladies from Ross are already used to it.

In their eyes, such things are commonplace and there is nothing to be surprised about. After all, who can serve in this apartment is not a master of alluring and good at dancing with long sleeves?

Everyone has their own unique way of dealing with things and their ability to deal with various situations. Natasha's situation is just a trivial part of it.

Everyone has a clear mind and knows exactly where they are. Because of this, many people do things in a straightforward and efficient manner.

Especially when facing those occasions that require acting, they can be calm and composed, without even the slightest emotional ups and downs. For them, these are just tasks that must be completed, just as common as eating and sleeping every day.

However, even if these cooks were beaten to death, they probably could not have expected that Natasha, who was always known for her coldness, would actually show her true feelings in this seemingly ordinary "performance". This was really beyond everyone's expectations. Who would have thought that she, who was always hard-hearted, could have such a tender side?

A domineering jeep sped along the road and finally stopped in front of a slightly old apartment building. The door slowly opened, and Natasha, who had a hot body and a beautiful face, got out of the car. She looked up at the apartment building, with a hint of attachment and reluctance in her eyes, but she still took a deep breath and resolutely turned around and left.

After a while, Natasha drove the jeep back on the road and headed towards the Secret Service. Along the way, she felt a little heavy-hearted, and the scene she had just seen in the apartment kept appearing in her mind.

When Natasha finally returned to the secret service, Shekov, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately came to greet her. He looked at Natasha, frowned slightly, and his face was full of doubts.

"What's going on?" Shekov asked straight to the point. "It takes so long to deal with a problem at the water plant! Are they unwilling to cooperate with us and restore the water supply to the city where the apartment is?"

Natasha bit her lips tightly, her face turned slightly pale, but she still shook her head vigorously to pretend to be calm, and spoke with a slightly trembling voice.

"Actually... they are nothing special, just a bunch of spineless people! When we went to their door, we just briefly analyzed the pros and cons of the matter and explained the serious consequences to them clearly. They immediately started to solve the problem in a panic like scared rabbits."

"However, there is one guy here that I really don't like, and that's the person in charge of the water plant. I really don't know how this guy got to this position! He actually drank alcohol openly during working hours, which is simply lawless! And from my observation, he must have been perfunctory at work and did not fulfill his due responsibilities at all. He is simply a drunkard who only knows how to eat and wait for death, a parasite of society! Keeping such a person in the position is simply a great harm to the interests!"

"You mean drinking?" Shekov frowned slightly, with a hint of displeasure on his face.

However, he quickly took a deep breath, as if trying to control his emotions, and did not pursue or care too much about this matter. After all, in his opinion, this was just a trivial matter.

You know, in Ross, alcoholism is a common thing. Not to mention other aspects, the soldiers dared to drink secretly. Even if the superiors issued a ban on alcohol and strictly prohibited any alcohol from entering the barracks, how could this stop their desire for good wine?

However, who would have thought that these guys' brains turned faster than a spinning top! They racked their brains and tried every possible way to satisfy their alcohol addiction. No one knew who first discovered that the antifreeze used in submarines and airplanes contained alcohol. Thus, a "war on stealing alcohol" began.

They took great pains to extract the alcohol from the antifreeze and drank it as if it were fine wine. But the problem was that the antifreeze had not been completely purified! As you can imagine, many people suddenly felt unwell and dizzy after drinking it, and were rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment. Some were even seriously poisoned and their lives were seriously threatened.

It has to be admitted that the influence of alcohol in this country is deep-rooted and indelible. Here, both men and women are deeply trapped in the quagmire of alcoholism and cannot extricate themselves.

Especially when the cold winter quietly arrives, the biting wind cuts through people's skin like a cold blade, as if to kill all life. In this chilling season, those men and women who love alcohol put their hopes on a cup of strong liquor, as if only with the help of this spicy liquid, they can survive the long winter and barely maintain the fire of life.

However, faced with such widespread and serious alcoholism, even Shekov, a law enforcement officer, was helpless in dealing with the situation reported by Natasha.

As the saying goes, "the law does not hold everyone responsible." What can he do when the entire society is shrouded in the haze of alcohol?

Perhaps, he had tried to take some measures to curb this bad trend, but in the end he found that his efforts were just like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, and could not change the overall situation at all. So, he could only helplessly choose to treat Natasha's reaction as a gust of wind, letting it blow gently into his left ear and then drift out of his right ear, leaving only a sigh echoing in the air.

In Shekov's view, simply drinking is not a big deal at all.

It's just that Natasha takes this kind of thing more seriously. She thought a little depressedly that compared to the Russians around her, Li Weijun and others were more gentlemanly, never drank and made mistakes, and had no habit of excessive drinking and domestic violence.

Unlike in Russia, where almost every household has a few drunkards, every winter there are countless people who freeze to death on the streets due to drunkenness.

She has never liked drinking. She thinks that this kind of thing is not only harmful to the body, but more importantly, it will affect people's judgment of things and make the wise and intelligent brain become dull and numb, which is not a good thing.

After resolving the problem of water supply in the apartment, Shekov suddenly remembered something and asked, "Natasha, what do you think is our chance of winning this track and field competition?"

"Uh? Odds and odds?"

Natasha hesitated for a moment, and for a moment she was at a loss for answering this difficult question.

As a Russian, she naturally could not say discouraging words, but she was also aware of Li Weijun's explosive power. His physical strength alone was absolutely amazing. If we only talk about running speed, at least in the field of 100-meter track and field race, no one could match Li Weijun.

However, Natasha only dared to think about such things in her heart. She remained silent and cautious in front of Xie Kefeng, so as to avoid being found out about her flaws and accused of boosting others' morale and destroying her own prestige.

Natasha knew the temperament of the Russians very well. If they won, it would be fine. They were happy and harmonious. But if they failed in the track and field competition, they would blame others.

Seeing that he could not get any useful information about running from Natasha, Shekov did not say much, but instead had a gloomy face, thinking about something.

As for Li Weijun, after cleaning up the traces and the mess, he wrapped himself in a bath towel comfortably and asked the cook to make him a cup of hot milk. After taking a sip with relish, he felt that it was worthy of being a place with developed animal husbandry, the milk was mellow, smooth and delicious.

In fact, to be honest, the Russians originally started out as a tribal civilization, were vassals of the Golden Horde, and lived a nomadic life. It was only later that they slowly found the right opportunity to rise. However, their blind strategy favored heavy industry, and neglected the light industry that was closely related to the general public.

Therefore, the living conditions of ordinary Russians are a mess. They have bread and black bread, but in terms of some non-staple food products, including shoes, socks, jewelry, and even furniture decoration, car ownership rate, and sources of sugar and protein, Russians are still far inferior to Amis on the other side of the ocean.

There is nothing that can be done about it. After all, Amei has been wealthy for many years, and there is still a long way to go for her to catch up in a short period of time.

After drinking the milk, Li Weijun returned to the room and found Jiang Xifeng hiding in the quilt reading a newspaper. She felt it was cold, so apart from going out to enjoy the local customs and culture, she spent most of her time curled up in the quilt, motionless.

This can not only reduce heat loss, but also relieve the lumbar muscle strain of these days.

"Xifeng, I brought you some freshly heated milk. Do you want to get up and have a sip?"

Li Weijun handed the glass of milk to Jiang Xifeng and asked with some concern.

Jiang Xifeng shook her head excitedly: "I am lactose intolerant. Drinking too much milk can cause diarrhea, which can affect my mood."