In Nairobi, the heroic picture of Zhang Jingru, an old hen protecting her chicks, was widely reprinted.
Because of his contribution to saving people, the boss of Nairobi awarded Zhang Jing the title of lifelong honorary citizen. At that time, Zhang Jing asked the other party for an export permit for ten 2-meter-diameter redwoods.
On the awards podium, the old man promised "good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, and good," but afterwards he refused to admit it and was not allowed to see anyone.
A perfect purebred dog!
However, Zhang Jing has always believed that the mountains will not turn, the water will turn, and the water will not turn, people will turn, so don't let him catch the dog's junior.
This is what happened! Wonderful!
With a lot of ideas in his mind, Zhang Jing shook his head, "I haven't heard of it."
The very dark African man yelled, "My name is Hood Kenita. My grandfather and father were both bosses in Nairobi!"
The reason why Hood said "once" is because the "Haohaohao" whom Zhang Jing met before has stepped down and was voted out, and is now a civilian.
"Oh," Zhang Jing suddenly realized, "I know your father."
Hood Kenita was slightly stunned, "Do you know my father?"
"Of course," Zhang Jing said firmly, "I am still a lifelong honorary citizen of Nairobi."
"???"
Afterwards, Hood Kenita realized that Zhang Jing looked familiar and recognized that he had made great achievements in Nairobi before. Now he was embarrassed. Do you want to cause trouble?
Then an interesting scene happened.
After thinking for a while, Hood suddenly slapped his little brother on the back of the head, "I apologize to Mr. Zhang, this is Nairobi's city hero!"
The boy who was beaten, the young man who was in the parking lot just now, immediately bowed and said sincerely, "I'm sorry, I was wrong."
Zhang Jing did not expect such a turn. He originally planned to frame Hood with hundreds of kilograms of useless flour for making bread that had been stored in Mithril Space.
In this case, I feel embarrassed.
Hood didn't know that he had just wandered back and forth at the gate of the ghost town, inviting, "How about I invite you to enjoy the city for two days?"
Zhang Jing agreed.
Returning to downtown Las Vegas and staying at the Chandler Bay Hotel again, I found that there were many people inside and outside the hotel.
"Are there any activities today?" Zhang Jing asked the hotel attendant.
"There are many country music singers performing at the stadium in the evening," the waiter said. "There are about 30,000 spectators at the venue. You can see it from the window of your room."
Zhang Jing thought of a certain Feng holding a concert to make money, but not many people showed up.
After paying a five-meter tip, Zhang Jing swiped his card to enter the room and opened the blackout curtains. Below was the open-air gymnasium. It was only three o'clock in the afternoon and it was already bustling with people.
After feeding Cangdou and leaving it to rest in the room, Zhang Jing came to the seventh floor, where Hu De was already waiting.
When you get out of the elevator, the first thing you feel is warmth, and the space is filled with fragrance and fragrance.
"We provide various massage/massage services here," Hu De said happily. "The technicians not only have great work skills, but if they can negotiate, they can also take them away."
Zhang Jinghehe.
Entering the private room, a waiter came to deliver cards and a card selector. It was not a common tablet computer, it looked a bit high-end.
Zhang Jing chose a Thai massage technician who looked a bit heavy.
Hood picked one with breasts, thighs and blue eyes.
Next is a one-hour bath time. The room has a ten-square-meter hot water bath and a sauna room.
After washing and steaming, change into the clothes provided by the hotel.
The two technicians arrived on time. Both are beautiful. One is a little fat and a little voluptuous. She is Zhang Jingxuan's technician and is particularly comfortable on the back.
One looks like a model, and her massage skills don't look bad, while Hood looks sexy.
Halfway through, a waiter came in to deliver champagne and delicious food. The process was highly enjoyable, and the temperature in the room was high, so Zhang Jing fell asleep.
As expected, Zhang Jing and Hu De will stay in the massage room until dawn.
However, the unexpected happened.
A faint scream reached my ears
In the film, Zhang Jing, who was lying drowsily on the massage bed, suddenly opened his eyes.
Hood was already asleep, and the technician was slowly massaging him.
"What happened?" Zhang Jing asked the female technician who was massaging him.
"It's probably because someone next door was teasing the female technician," the female technician used a very soft technique, gently massaging Zhang Jing while explaining, "Such things happen all the time."
Within the ten-meter metal viewing distance, there were people on both sides of the room, looking at their watches and the metal jewelry worn by the female technician. There was nothing unusual.
He raised his hand and glanced at his watch. Unknowingly, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening. Feeling increasingly uneasy, Zhang Jing decisively left the massage bed and quickly put on clothes.
Just as I was putting on my pants, an unexpected person suddenly appeared in the corridor outside the door. A man carrying at least three submachine guns and two pistols walked into the ten-meter metal visual range.
Zhang Jing trembled with fright, stepped forward and slapped Hu De awake who was bleeding.
Hood woke up with a start, and the two female technicians were startled.
"I heard someone shooting outside," Zhang Jing went straight to the point, "Block the door with beds and cabinets!"
While talking, Zhang Jing took out a legally purchased 911 pistol from his coat pocket.
Hood was so sleepy that he was a little confused. When he saw Zhang Jing taking out his pistol, he suddenly woke up and said in disbelief: "No one dares to do this!"
The two female technicians didn't believe it either, and one of them planned to go out and take a look.
The murderer had already pushed open the door of the private room next door, and then the pistol parts kept moving, and he was actually using a silenced pistol!
Not caring about explaining too much, Zhang Jing pulled back the female technician who was about to die. At the same time, he violently pushed the wardrobe down and blocked the door repeatedly.
If it wasn't enough, the motor cabinet and bed were all pushed down to block the door.
Zhang Jing made too much noise when rummaging through boxes and cabinets, which naturally attracted the attention of the murderer. He tried to push the door open but failed. So he used a pistol to shoot the door lock and tried to push the door open again, but still failed.
At this time, Hood and the female technician realized that they had just passed death and crouched in the corner, too scared to breathe.
Zhang Jing was not easy to get along with. He fired back through the door and successfully scared the killer away.
The killer didn't want to tremble anymore, because the gunshots made by Zhang Jing were too loud, which aroused some people's vigilance, and some people ran out of the room.
At this time, the gunman switched to using a silenced submachine gun, and the bullets were like rain. No one could survive in the corridor.
"Retaliation?" Hood said, trembling with fear.
"Maybe I'm just frustrated." Zhang Jing also squatted on the ground, avoiding the door.
"Sir," the female technician held her arms in her arms. She was also very frightened. With tears in her eyes, she looked at Zhang Jing and asked, "How did you know there was a gunman?"
"I heard someone screaming," Zhang Jing explained. "It was a cry of despair. I had heard it in Nairobi before."
The fat female technician cried, "I thought it was just my colleague who was being teased."
"It's different," Zhang Jing shook his head, "They are completely two different things."
The beautiful female technician with big breasts and long legs is calling the police, and the line is busy after many calls.
Apparently a lot of people were calling the police at the same time.
Here’s the problem. The murderer didn’t make much noise. It stands to reason that not many people called the police. So, who was calling the police in large numbers?
