Kuai Chuan: Mei Qiang is miserable and forced to love by Sick Jiao

"Fu Liang, what do you think, are you willing to accept this task?"

When Fu Liang woke up, he found that he was sitting on a soft black leather sofa.

A middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes stood in front of him. The middle-aged man looked upright and looked down at him with dissatisfaction: "Fu Liang, did you not rest last night?"

Fu Liang raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose, pretending to be tired, and said, "Well, I'm still a little jet-lagged."

The memory of this world swept over like a stormy sea the moment he opened his eyes, submerging his consciousness of being nostalgic for Ji Jiu, and Ji Jiu's heart was still hot in his hand a minute ago.

Fu Liang's identity in this plane is an agent of country H. He is a character similar to himself that he has drawn so far. At least his IQ won't stretch his hips.

And the place where he is now is the office of the chief of the H country's intelligence bureau. The office is decorated in a western modern style, mainly in elegant black and brown. The middle-aged man in front of him is his immediate boss, Boss Chen.

Boss Chen raised his hand and pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose: "So, will you accept the task of protecting Rose? Your subordinates have already sent her to the Lakeside Hotel, but they are not capable enough. You are the most suitable candidate. "

Fu Liang leaned against the back of the sofa and listened quietly, without immediately agreeing, because he knew very well whether he agreed or not, this task would fall on him.

Boss Chen smiled, and continued to speak condescendingly: "The American agents are now chasing her everywhere, she must go back to the Imperial Capital to meet her top boss, Secretary Qian, and hand over the secrets she has to him personally, and you must ensure that she will be killed along the way." safety."

"The secret she holds is the list of spies sent by the United States to all over the world, right?" Fu Liang raised his eyes lazily, and shot sharply at the middle-aged man.

Boss Chen's face twitched: "How do you know?"

Fu Liang's system tasks in this plane happened to be related to the list, so he naturally knew about it.

"Chen sir, the people you sent are my subordinates, so I should have the necessary right to know, right? If I don't even know what I'm really protecting, I'd be so stupid." Fu Liang got up and put his hands in his hands In his trouser pocket, he smiled treacherously at the middle-aged man.

Boss Chen didn't want to entangle this issue with him too much. He smiled slightly with his old fox-like face, and patted Fu Liang's shoulder: "Then thank you for your hard work. I have sent someone to send Rose's message to your mailbox in encrypted form. You don't have to worry about it." Well, let’s do it first.”

Fu Liang raised his wrist and glanced at the time displayed on the black steel watch. It was not yet six o'clock in the afternoon. At this time, he went to the Lakeside Hotel to find Rose, and he could get some useful news while eating.

"Okay, then I'll go first."

He raised his lips with a fake smile, bent down to pick up the black suit jacket on the sofa, hooked his slender white index finger around the neckline and put it on his shoulders chicly, and put on the suit wantonly as he went out, with skillful and smooth movements.

The moment the door was closed, Fu Liang squinted his eyes, and the fire clouds in the sky shone into the clear floor-to-ceiling windows of the office, exuding a nostalgic warmth.

He sits in the back seat of a Bentley, holding his iPad in his left hand and swipe nonchalantly across the screen with his right index finger.

It is said that Rose is a beautiful woman, aged 23. She is a spy sent by country H to the United States. She has been lurking in the United States for many years, and finally mastered the most confidential information of the United States. For the sake of personal safety, it is not convenient for her to show her face in public now. Stay in the hotel obediently.

But when his fingers slid across the message of Rose, all he could think about was where Ji Jiu is now?

About Rose's photos, Rose's experience, etc., he browsed randomly for less than 2 minutes, then quit and locked the iPad, and threw it aside, almost not remembering a word.

Perhaps, it is understandable for Ji Jiu not to believe him. He himself is a person controlled by the system, so why should he boast about going to Haikou and taking him out?

Fu Liang rubbed his temples irritably with his right hand, raised his left hand to loosen the tight bow tie, and undid the discipline buckle and the button below it by the way.

"Boss, we're here." The driver reminded him through the rearview mirror.

Fu Liang put the iPad into the inside pocket of the suit, then opened the door and got out of the car.

The room where Rose lives is the luxury suite No. 28 on the 666th floor.

Standing at the door, Fu Liang calmed down a little. This was his first task related to beauties. No matter what, he had to maintain his gentlemanly demeanor. Find Ji Jiu from this plane.

He straightened the collar of his suit a little, put his left hand in his pocket, and swiped his card with his right to walk in.

The environment in the room is bright and open, the furniture is neat and tidy, and it is so spotless that it seems that no one lives in it at all.

but……

But Fu Liang smelled a faint smell of expensive perfume. As soon as he walked into the room with his front foot, he kicked the door shut with his back foot, and then turned around quickly and raised his gun to point at the woman behind the door.

In his hand was a black pocket gun.

The woman has a good figure, wearing a silk light blue lace nightgown, but her breasts are a bit small.

It's not that Fu Liang's hooligans paid attention to other people's breasts at the first sight, but this woman was wearing a shower cap, sunglasses and a mask to guard against her beauty. From top to bottom, her collarbone and chest were the most defenseless, and also the most deadly.

The gun in the woman's hand also happened to be aimed at his heart, and the atmosphere between the two was so tight that it was about to explode.

"Are you the agent Chen Sir sent to protect me?" The woman asked preemptively.

Fu Liang said concisely: "Yes."

The corner of the woman's lips under the mask seemed to be raised contemptuously: "What evidence is there?"

"Are you Rose?" Fu Liang asked back.

The woman's attitude is still disdainful: "That's right."

Fu Liang smiled slightly: "Then what evidence do you have?"

"Chen sir should have given you all my information, can't you recognize it? Tell me, who are you?" The woman took a firm step towards him.

Fu Liang was a little nervous at the moment, but his expression remained calm.

At this moment, the lack of a move in the confrontation was entirely due to his own mistakes, and he could not blame others. He should have carefully checked Rose's information in the car just now, at least he had to remember her face...

"You cover your face, how do I know if you are a rose?"

Fu Liang also took a step closer to her, but he didn't dare to shoot.

With his experience and sharpness, it is not difficult to see that there is no trace of fighting in the room. No matter who shoots, it will do harm to attract the police.

"I know you are very cautious, but I am indeed the one who protects you. If you don't believe me, you can ask Sir Chen for confirmation." Fu Liang raised his hand and surrendered before putting the gun back in his pocket.

The woman was quite satisfied with his compromising attitude of raising his hands, and raised his chin: "What's your name?"

Fu Liang: "Fu Liang."

"Then it's all right, I trust you." The woman put away the gun as she said.

Fu Liang: "..." You were just fucking playing with me just now?