Six Hundred and Eightieth Chapters Crash

Love to join in the fun has no borders, especially Americans who love to play and play, and they like people who can fully show their charm.

At this moment, Uncle Zhou, holding a sword and shield and only wearing a cape and shorts, is extremely charming. His rugged appearance is absolutely eye-catching, and every time he growls with a low, hoarse voice, the young women around him scream like they are climaxing.

Sparta!

Si..., Si, you are so tall!

Helena slowly leaned against the wall of the bar, and looked back at Zhou Qingfeng when she left the dance floor. She was very uncomfortable with Zhou Qingfeng's extremely majestic appearance. Aren't Asians or Chinese people very restrained? Where did such a crazy guy come from!

However, Zhou Qingfeng's performance also attracted the attention of many guards in the bar, and Helena took the opportunity to enter the backstage of the bar. The building where the 'Happy Monkey' is located was originally an abandoned warehouse with a large area. After being remodeled, it is divided into two parts, the front and the back, and the second half is not open to the public.

'Grey Tooth' Chris has been watched by the police for many years. This man is very suspicious, has many places to stay, and often plays tricks. Most people don't even know where he is hiding. The back half of the bar is guarded every day, but Chris may not be here.

Helena acted as a stripper for half a year, collected many clues by insinuating, and made clear the organizational structure of Chris gang. Because of this, Chris's drug trafficking network was hit hard, forcing him to flee around.

As far as the FBI is concerned, today is the day to see if this guy shows up at the Happy Monkey's hangout.

Helena took a deep breath, twisted her waist and walked towards the back half of the closed bar. She was wearing a three-point Wonder Woman costume at the moment, and she walked up to a gang guard with swaying steps, asking for a cigarette.

Wonder Woman is a female superhero in the American DC comics. This character is a big horse with a long whip and revealing clothes. To be honest, I sincerely appreciate my insensitivity to Laomei’s habit of wearing the national flag as underwear.

"Oh..." His eyes lingered on the swollen chest of the glamorous beauty for a long time, and the black man in charge couldn't help but smile, almost drooling.

The black guard took out a cigarette and a lighter from his pocket and lit one for Helena. He said with a shy smile, "Honey, do you want to have a shot? Maybe we should find a place to have fun for a few minutes."

"You can only make me happy for a few minutes?" Helena spat a smoke ring on the face of the black thug, and said disdainfully. "I don't play with useless men."

While speaking, Helena twisted her body seductively. Her icy face can inspire a man's strong desire to conquer. But she set people on fire but turned around and was about to leave. The black man in charge of the gate was burned by the provocative ****, and he just reached out and grabbed him.

But before touching the woman's body, Helena suddenly had a small anti-wolf electric shock device in her hand. The hundreds of thousands of volts of high-voltage electricity immediately shook the black guard's body, and his soul came out of his body.

Helena has been undercover in 'Happy Monkey' for half a year, and she already knows everything about the surveillance here. But she never expected that Chris, who was seriously suspicious, happened to be here tonight, and he installed a few more wireless monitoring probes.

In the monitoring room of the bar, the scene of Helena bringing down the black guard clearly appeared on the monitor. Staring at the display screen, Chris suddenly cursed furiously, "Damn it, someone really found my hiding place. Who sent this stinky bitch? Whose person is she?"

After asking around, only people said that she was a stripper in a bar, but no one knew her specific origin. Chris slapped the table and chairs viciously, and cursed: "Catch me this bitch, and I will deal with her severely. No matter who sent her, I will make her pay the price."

Helena was still ignorant of the danger, so she took out a gun from the thug, and moved the downed black thug into an unoccupied corner, complaining in a low voice: "If Chris isn't here,

I'm gonna come back and move this nigger away. "

At the back of the bar are several deserted compartments, a dark corridor, scattered garbage scattered all over the place, Chris's temporary hiding place is very messy. Helena had sneaked here before, and she soon discovered that there were many messy footprints on the ground.

"Someone really came these two days." Helena quietly walked to a staircase, thinking whether to go upstairs to have a look. But at this moment, there was a sound of footsteps approaching quickly, and she tried to dodge immediately, but found herself surrounded.

Six or seven gunmen suddenly rushed out from a dark corner, all armed with guns and aiming at Helena. The undercover FBI female agent suddenly sighed in her heart, her heart beat, and she could hardly breathe.

It's over, one step away from success, but I didn't notice that there are suddenly more surveillance and secret doors here!

"Don't shoot, I just want to steal something valuable." Helena raised her hands, trying to make herself look weaker. She said this not only to the gangster in front of her, but also to William Bob on the other end of the walkie-talkie.

Upon hearing this sentence, the FBI, who was guarding not far from the bar, immediately acted. As the commander, Agent Bob hurriedly shouted to his subordinates: "The situation is not good, we have to rescue our undercover agent."

But at this moment, the FBI was also a little bit beyond its reach, and 'Grey Fang' Chris opened his fangs like a startled poisonous snake. He directed a group of people to take a lot of boxes of belongings and was about to load the car and flee. Before leaving, he came to Helena and easily found the walkie-talkie from the latter's chest.

"Do you think I'm an idiot?" Chris had a murderous gleam in his eyes, "You need a walkie-talkie to steal something?"

"I have accomplices to help me watch the wind and cooperate with me to escape. Believe me, I'm short of money recently, so I want to make a fortune." No matter how cold and glamorous Helena is usually, this meeting can only be mournful and pitiful, trying to delay time, Every minute and every second counts.

But in fact, it took at least a minute for the FBI to rush in, and this minute was enough for Helena to die.

'Grey Tooth' Chris showed a bit of a smirk. He strangled Helena's neck and said, "You still have an accomplice? Unfortunately, I'm afraid you won't be able to see him. Baby, no matter who sent you, you have to be mine now." Hostage, follow me."

"Ah...!" Helena, who was strangled by the throat, did not dare to resist at all. The gun in her hand had been taken away. At least two strong men stepped forward and twisted her arms, trying to push her into a car. Bulletproof Mercedes Benz.

"No...!" Helena's face turned pale, and she let out a miserable cry. If she is kidnapped by these villains, she will die. The FBI would not dare to attack her for fear of her safety, and she would suffer indescribable abuse when she was captured. She didn't know that the body was thrown into a trash can that day.

'Grey Tooth' Chris strode towards his bulletproof Mercedes, and shouted at his opponents: "Staring at that entrance, I wonder what other companions this bitch will come to rescue her. No matter who it is, dare to break in Come and kill him!"

"No...!" Helena screamed again, twisting her body desperately, almost dying. But the two burly thugs directly grabbed her in the air, making her unable to use any strength in her hands and feet. She could only keep howling, "No, let me go! I promise no one will pursue anything, I really just want to steal something, I promise..."

Before Helena cried out the whole set, the gunmen staring at the entrance of the hiding place felt a figure flashing, and there was a half-naked macho wearing a red cloak and black pants, holding a sword and shield, a mighty and domineering half-naked macho.

Damn... this style of painting is wrong!

Sparta!