The doorman diligently opened the car door for the Queen of Spades. Just as she was about to get on the bus, a loose prostitute who was wandering on the road trying to solicit customers suddenly inserted herself between the shuttle and the Queen of Spades with lightning speed. , grabbed the car door with sharp eyesight and quick hands.
This male prostitute was wearing a pair of tight black leather pants commonly worn by street prostitutes. The outline of the penis in front and the lines of thighs, waist and hips were clearly stretched. He wears a denim vest on his upper body, revealing his broad shoulders and strong muscles.
"Ah, beautiful lady, do you want a ride?" the male prostitute showed off his figure to the Queen of Spades and promoted, "The artist Hook from 32nd Street is here to serve. He knows more than 500 kinds of performances and is good at nearly 100 performances. A unique feature on the bed, it will definitely provide you with some fun entertainment during the boring flight time.”
The doorman shooed him away like a fly, and stretched out his hand to push him outward, "Go away, go away! How dare you come to our Yingjiang Club door to solicit customers! Get out of here! Otherwise, you'll look good!"
The male prostitute held on to the car door and refused to let go. He bent down and begged the Queen of Spades: "Please, beautiful and kind lady, let me get in your car. I will serve you to your satisfaction. I can play musical instruments here, whether playing the piano or playing the flute." , play, play and sing for your pleasure.”
He patted the big bulge under his trousers and the tight buttocks behind him, and said eagerly: "It's not expensive at all, as long as you give me a tip. Thirty yuan an hour, no, just twenty." .”
The Queen of Spades was a little interested in his sales pitch this time, and waved her hand to stop the club security guard who was about to punch and kick him. She looked at the male prostitute with interest, and then she reached out and slapped him on the butt. .
"It's not bad." The Queen of Spades expressed satisfaction with the sound of the slap and the elasticity she felt. She nodded and said, "Go up and look for the signalwhips you're looking for. Give it a blowjob and see if it can still blow." bomb."
"Thank you, thank you, husband, you are so kind." The male prostitute was grateful and bowed to the Queen of Spades repeatedly, with a smile on his face, he twisted his buttocks to please, and got into the shuttle. The Queen of Spades followed suit. The doorman closed the door, bowed and stepped back. A white light flashed across the head of the shuttle and it took off quickly.
"Go directly back to the space station." The Queen of Spades first ordered the driver who looked underage at the operating desk in front of her, then opened the refrigerator and poured herself a glass of ice water, took a sip, and then looked at the man waiting for her beside the station seat. The male prostitute nodded at him: "Tell me, who sent you, and what are you looking for?"
"Are you the Queen of Spades?" There was no trace of lowliness on the male prostitute's body. He turned his eyes to look at her, his eyes scrutinizing, as if he was searching for something?
"Stop talking nonsense. Your time is precious. I have no interest in wasting pleasantries." The Queen of Spades said, "It will waste your time watching the hula dance."
"Okay," the man smiled, "Let me introduce myself first. I am the liaison officer of the Super Power Association's dispatch office. You can call me Jiuwan."
"Crassus's?" The Queen of Spades smiled, "This is really strange! The respected scientist Mr. Crassus clearly has an independent communication channel with the little ghost."
"The dispatch office is under the Executive Department. It is a formal organization under the leadership of the association's executive committee. It is not Mr. Chairman or someone's private power." The man corrected with a serious look.
"Okay, okay," the Queen of Spades laughed and said, "Let's execute on execution and tell the Superpower Liaison Office, as a permanent agency of the United Nations, to find us a terrorist organization that is classified as anti-class, anti-social and progressive. What's up!"
"On issues related to common interests, the association's purpose has always been to unite all forces that can be united."
The Queen of Spades looked at Liaison Jiuwan with interest.
The liaison officer's breathing couldn't help but stagnate. After taking a breath, he said again: "That's it, our Super Power Association wants to entrust us to take an aboriginal out of the earth."
"Sent outside the Kuiper belt?"
"No," the liaison officer glanced at the Queen of Spades and replied rather arrogantly, "Just send it to the designated coordinate point in Jupiter's orbit. There will be a dedicated response at the time."
"Ah, it is indeed a superpower association. It has advantages over other countries in the field of energy field positioning shielding and anti-tracking." The Queen of Spades chuckled, "No wonder in recent years, the black area connected from the Orion Arm to the center of the galaxy, space pirates Extremely active. Rumors say there are several elusive pirate fleets with extremely deep backgrounds."
Jiuwan said righteously: "Space pirates are public enemies of the human race, and our executive committee is planning a joint crackdown. If our Liberator Organization is also willing to contribute to the peace of the human race, we are also welcome to participate."
The Queen of Spades smiled: "I'm sorry, it seems that we are also targets of joint suppression."
"The Temple Liberator Association's list of opposition forces includes objects that can still be saved and transformed." The liaison eye said meticulously.
"Let's go back to the executive level, liaison officer." The Queen of Spades lit a long slender cigarette, took a puff, blew out a beautiful smoke ring, and then looked at Jiuwan, "Tell me about the information about the aborigine. The one they planned to illegally kidnap."
"It's a girl, she should be eighteen years old. Her home address is -" Jiuwan moved his finger and sent the information to the Queen of Spades' ring.
"No. 10424, Green Spring, Aboriginal Reserved Residential Area, Huangzhuang Town, Yanjing City..." The Queen of Spades recited silently, then asked a little strangely, "It's just an address, but what about other information, not even a name?"
"No." Jiuwan said with certainty, "Even this address was obtained through a clothing store in the tourist shopping area. But I think for us, one address is enough."
"Indeed, we are very wise. It is not cost-effective to risk touching the Earth's security defense system for more detailed information, and our asking price will be higher," said the Queen of Spades, "Okay, let's talk about the reward, why do we The gang kidnapped."
"Research results are shared," the liaison officer replied. "When Mr. Lin announced his permanent separation from the Super Power Association five years ago, the multi-band brain wave diffraction parameter topology and projection experiment was at a critical moment. In the past five years, the association has not Give up this research. We believe that Mr. Lin has not given up. Mr. Lin’s achievements in the topology of brain wave diffraction parameters are universally recognized, but he only has experimental data from five years ago, and the earth does not have enough projection bodies. He experimented. The association is willing to provide Mr. Lin with all brainwave parameter records of the samples in the past five years, as well as detailed records of all 82 projection experiments."
"Well, what the scientists brought out really tickled the right spot and made me want to stop. I couldn't say no." The Queen of Spades clicked her tongue, "As a side note, is this girl the projection of our high hopes?"
The liaison officer kept his mouth shut and refused to answer.
"Don't be so stingy. Great scientists and your little devils have always had big differences about the choice of projection objects. We think that the extremely precious projection objects may be worthless here." The Queen of Spades joked, "I just said Sharing, so what do you want to share? Xiaogui’s experimental records.”
The liaison officer raised his chin: "We can't agree even if we propose it, right? We only ask that if Mr. Lin completes the initial demonstration first, then for the next full-frequency diffraction experiment, both of us can abandon our prejudices and work together." cooperate."
The Queen of Spades raised her eyebrows: "One day, how can I not cooperate with you? The only sample is in our hands!"
"Mr. Lin's reputation in this area is not good. We need a formal memorandum signed in the name of our organization." Liaison officer Jiuwan said frankly, "The temple puts a lot of pressure on the association."
The Queen of Spades sighed: "Oh, he only kidnapped once and was permanently nailed to the pillar of shame!"
"One kidnapping of the Earth Goddess is one too many," the liaison officer asked seriously, "Formal memorandum, any questions?"
"No problem. I like this kind of deal that only requires an advance on the future. Let's make it a deal." The Queen of Spades said generously, "What day do you want to hand it over?"
"Eight days later," the liaison officer paused and said, "the day the Earth Goddess will come."
The Queen of Spades squirted out a mouthful of ice water, and then laughed inexplicably.
"Is it that ridiculous?" the liaison officer glanced at her and said.
"Aren't we, the scientists of the Superpower Association, who have implemented the worship of the goddess down to the smallest detail, not ridiculous?" The Queen of Spades laughed louder, "On one side is a goddess, on the other side is an experimental sample, why are you still not energetic? Split?"
The liaison officer waited silently for the Queen of Spades to finish laughing, and then said: "When can the memorandum be signed?"
"Tomorrow at 11:30 p.m., take the first half of our experimental records and meet us at the space station. The specific location will be notified at that time." The Queen of Spades put down the water glass. "The rest will wait until the day of arrival in Jupiter's orbit. One hand delivered, one hand delivered.”
"No objection," the liaison officer nodded, "get off at the Sky Plaza in front."
"Don't be in a hurry to leave. Remember before you got in the car, I seemed to have told you that you had a special skill." A dreamy smile appeared on the Queen of Spades' face. "Take off your pants, it's time to perform now."
The liaison officer's mask-like face, full of superiority, seemed to have a dozen cracks bursting out in an instant.
The Queen of Spades ignored him and called out to the young driver in front of her: "Tony, bring over the signalwhips."
The young man quickly brought a straight whip. The whip is 90 centimeters long. The whip body is thin and long, with a black luster all over the body. It is made of high-grade hard nylon material with excellent toughness. The boy held it in both hands and handed it to the Queen of Spades.
"Has it been disinfected?" she asked.
After receiving the affirmative answer, the Queen of Spades immediately took the straight whip, first grabbed the two ends and gently bent it into a semicircle, then released the tip, and the whip body immediately bounced back straight with a "buzz". The Queen of Spades held the handle of the whip and tapped the tip of the whip twice on the surface of the short tea table in front of her.
"Kneel down here, straighten your waist and bring your bare butt to your hand. Then choose a string ensemble piece for yourself and start playing. Don't forget to choose a longer one," she said. "Wait for all your buttocks." Once you're done with it, you can get off the bus."
