After I processed the signature of the inspection department documents, Zhao Shuigen alone could organize the routine official duties of the inspection department in an orderly manner. I secretly praised my ability to identify people.
After throwing the documents on Zhao Shuigen's desk, I gave a few instructions and left the Discipline Inspection Commission.
Dealing with this boy Lu Aochun is my top priority at the moment. Last time I asked the fake police to attack me, I must be holding my water in the dark now.
In order to do things cleanly without leaving any handle, I thought about it carefully while enjoying two pairs of I-cup breastfeeding guns last night.
He rashly told those people from the Wushu Association about Lu Aochun's identity and whereabouts in anonymous letter. If there were insiders in their association, the Buddha would easily notice something strange.
So I chose to directly find someone who could not be an insider and reveal his information to him, Lu Zijian, the president of this martial arts association.
The outside world unanimously believes that the Wushu Association is the martial arts alliance before the liberation. Whoever is the president of the Wushu Association is the best in the world, but my aunt and Lan's mother sneer at this, calling them the jumping clowns who focus on reporting on performances.
It is not difficult to get a contact information about Lu Zijian. You only need to find it through the real-name system within the public security. The evidence that Lu Aochun is the son of the Snow Lion Monk is also very simple. Every time I meet Hu Honghou, I will use a micro camera to record the video as evidence to protect myself in the future.
When he first met Lu Aochun, he showed off his living Buddha father and even took out his mobile phone to show the photos of his father raped and killed Xuan Qingzi. He was so stupid.
My fingers hung on the email sending button, and I hesitated for a moment, but still pressed them.
Just in case, I have made plans and monitored Lu Aochun from the moment I revealed the information to Lu Zijian. Once the Wushu Association takes action, I will ask Zhilong to borrow my brother Hongmen to secretly take Lu Aochun to the safe house I set up.
The stranger called in and my heart sank. I thought it was impossible that it was Lu Zijian. How could a group of people doing art performances have such technical means?
Hello, son-in-law, brothers are ready, No. 47 Guning Street, right?
I am very familiar with the sound on the other end of the phone. It is another double flower red stick old bear in Hongmen.
Your department is professional in monitoring this matter, and continue to stay at the meeting point, and your mobile phone is open.I gave a few instructions and drove the engine to the club opened by Lu Aochun himself.
It is very convenient to follow the tips in autumn and winter. You just need to wear a coat and stuff it bulges to change your appearance. The flu season makes the mask a less conspicuous object. I disguised it and drove the car into Guning Street.
After getting off the car, I walked around the copycat Gothic building where the club was located, mocking the five-story building in my heart, which was completely a dwarf in the Gothic building, while secretly recording the blind spots of various video surveillance.
Then he brought up the optical supplies used for surveillance from the trunk, went to the old apartment across the street of the club, picked up the keys for the house that Lao Xiong rented temporarily, and entered the rental house.
I pulled up the curtains, arranged a one-way light-transmitting blackout cloth, set up a telescope, picked up a chair and sat by the bed, took out a cigarette and lit it, and then I opened the curtains again. At this time, my room looked completely black from the outside and couldn't see any movement, but I lacked the ability to observe the streets through the shade cloth.
All you have to do is wait patiently.
When I was serving in a special combat unit directly under the General Staff a year ago, I often performed this kind of mission called special reconnaissance. Half of the mission execution areas were in the cold Siberia, tracing some dirty bomb traffickers.
At night, HALO penetrated, chewing coffee powder to refresh my mind and digging the observation whistle, and staring at Wu Hui without saying a word. The world was covered with ice and snow. Once, after watching for a long time, I fell into hypnosis, and my mind seemed to fall into the whiteness without being controlled. I thought this would make a mistake, but I didn't expect that I realized that I had a useless special function. I went to sleep with my eyes open, but the area in my eyes and brain that was obsessed with monitoring was still working. As a result, when I was sleeping, the target appeared, and even though I woke up, I took a picture of the key transaction.
In the surveillance mirror, the bronze Gothic architecture was intricately embossed. When I saw the stalactites covered with bubbles, the potholes were moving in their own way, turning into a kaleidoscope pattern of dense phobia and fear. I deliberately relaxed and wrapped my whole body with sleepiness...
Dongdongdongdongdong...
I don’t know how long I slept, but I slowly opened my eyes. The room was dim and I probably overslept until the night.
I remembered the heavy bells outside the window, and I put my eyes closer to the surveillance mirror. Suddenly, I found that the appearance of the Gothic building opposite had become more refined. When my head was confused, my butt was confiscated by a sharp object.
Don't waste your time.
Ah?I turned around, but strangely, the stress response of the combat instinct was not working, and my body was out of control.
Behind me was a woman with a nun's headscarf. This woman's body was almost comparable to her aunt. For a moment, I forgot that her body was out of control.
She was wearing two sleeveless and shoulderless lace glyphs on her upper body. The most surface was a breast cover that covered her big breasts. She slapped two pieces of her palm on her bulging breasts. She was also sleeveless and shoulderless black tights inside, and the lower body was a slender black hem that was similar to the wide breast cover of her palm. She drooped straight from her belly button to her calf, covering only the beautiful black stockings on her shameful thighs. Her legs and eyebrows and fat inverted triangle edges were vaguely visible.
How could there be a nun dressed so sexy?I wanted to look at her face, but she was wearing a respirator like a Lanling King mask. Judging from her slender eyes, this woman was definitely a beauty.
Humph... I just made it for you with my feet, and now I want it again?What a lowly dog.
The Latin language spoken by the nun, and I could understand it. The woman's tone was as magnetic as Chu Hui, and there seemed to be a sticky brush between the sounds.
Tsk tsk tsk... The nun suddenly pulled a chair and sat behind me, and walked around my waist with his hands, quickly and flexibly unzipped my crotch.
Only then did I realize that the room was covered with European-style wall cloth. This was not the house that Lao Xiong rented for me. I am now in my dream!
The nun took out the giant object in my crotch, and the half-soft and hard penis was lying in her palm. The nun seemed a little angry. Her chin was resting on my shoulders, and the hard respirator mask was blowing up to his ears. The dog made a mistake again. Do you know what was wrong?
When my mother wants to play with her dog, her big cock needs to become erect.I spoke unconsciously, and I actually called this nun mother.
So smart, then will your mother spank or use her urethra to pull the beads later, or do you want both?Um?The nun sneered and played with his glans, skillfully crafted, and his big cock became erect in an instant.
Want it all!
I am too mean in this dream world. I thought about it again, if it were me, I might be even less despicable than him.
Think beautifully.
The nun continued to blow gently, making my ears soft and soft. I want to tie you up, tie vibrator on my glans, and use a prostate massager... Humph, now let me concentrate on monitoring!
I looked down and continued to look like a surveillance mirror. Only then did I realize that the Gothic building opposite me was actually a large church.
The nun lit a cigarette while stroking his big cock. Fucking the little male dog, today I saw Fang Yuemei, don’t think I didn’t know, the cock loosened the belt. I like your little mother so much?He even called her mother, you want to make me angry to death, right?
My mind instantly felt like I was filled with lead, and my thoughts were condensed. Why did my aunt also appear in this dream?
Suddenly, the TV screen in the room illuminated the voice of a female news anchor on the TV. According to our reporter, there were many riots in the center of Rome, Italy. The riot protesters demanded the release of President Jacob Bruno as soon as possible. It is reported that the temporary military government rejected the request of the riot protesters and launched a national emergency bill, and curfews were imposed in major regions such as Rome, Florence, and Milan...
The nun stroking her big cock was getting faster and faster, but she was fine. The demon on the respirator was wearing a cigarette in her mouth and her beautiful legs with black stockings. Watching TV, she was really like taking semen for a stallion and treating her big cock as a simple job.
I growled and cumed out, and the semen was shot straight on the wall...
The strong orgasm pleasure made me wake up from my dream. I was sweating coldly on my face and quickly looked down at it like a surveillance mirror. The opposite was still the copycat Gothic building, lying on the chair, and I let out a sigh of relief.
Jacob Bruno, I silently recite this name, the famous fascist dictator who restored Rome, but this man died in assassination fifteen years ago.
Could it be that the dream just now is someone’s memory?
The protagonist in the dream knows his aunt and calls her Xiaoma. If this is not my dream of running around unconsciously, it is true, then Li Jingtao has a son?
As I thought about it, I felt something was wrong, so I took out my cell phone and dialed it to Sister Vera. She was the person who least cared about leaking the secrets to me.
Hello... Vera is lazy.
Mom, today I met an Italian nun in Shangning and she said she knew you.I realized that this incident was extraordinary, so I deliberately made up a story.
nun?Know me?Sister Vera dragged her tone.
Yes, she has a son. You said it coincidence that she looks like a brother to me.I said plainly.
The other end of the phone was silent for a while, Zhonghan, are you dreaming again? I only know one Italian nun, and I just left my office. Your father is not the kind of person who is flirting with flowers, how could he have an illegitimate child?
I gasped and found that there was an Italian nun. There was such a person. The things that happened in the dream must not be the product of unconscious idleness. I hung up the phone. I felt that things were not that simple. After I finished pursuing the stolen money, I must investigate the mysterious nun carefully.
After throwing the documents on Zhao Shuigen's desk, I gave a few instructions and left the Discipline Inspection Commission.
Dealing with this boy Lu Aochun is my top priority at the moment. Last time I asked the fake police to attack me, I must be holding my water in the dark now.
In order to do things cleanly without leaving any handle, I thought about it carefully while enjoying two pairs of I-cup breastfeeding guns last night.
He rashly told those people from the Wushu Association about Lu Aochun's identity and whereabouts in anonymous letter. If there were insiders in their association, the Buddha would easily notice something strange.
So I chose to directly find someone who could not be an insider and reveal his information to him, Lu Zijian, the president of this martial arts association.
The outside world unanimously believes that the Wushu Association is the martial arts alliance before the liberation. Whoever is the president of the Wushu Association is the best in the world, but my aunt and Lan's mother sneer at this, calling them the jumping clowns who focus on reporting on performances.
It is not difficult to get a contact information about Lu Zijian. You only need to find it through the real-name system within the public security. The evidence that Lu Aochun is the son of the Snow Lion Monk is also very simple. Every time I meet Hu Honghou, I will use a micro camera to record the video as evidence to protect myself in the future.
When he first met Lu Aochun, he showed off his living Buddha father and even took out his mobile phone to show the photos of his father raped and killed Xuan Qingzi. He was so stupid.
My fingers hung on the email sending button, and I hesitated for a moment, but still pressed them.
Just in case, I have made plans and monitored Lu Aochun from the moment I revealed the information to Lu Zijian. Once the Wushu Association takes action, I will ask Zhilong to borrow my brother Hongmen to secretly take Lu Aochun to the safe house I set up.
The stranger called in and my heart sank. I thought it was impossible that it was Lu Zijian. How could a group of people doing art performances have such technical means?
Hello, son-in-law, brothers are ready, No. 47 Guning Street, right?
I am very familiar with the sound on the other end of the phone. It is another double flower red stick old bear in Hongmen.
Your department is professional in monitoring this matter, and continue to stay at the meeting point, and your mobile phone is open.I gave a few instructions and drove the engine to the club opened by Lu Aochun himself.
It is very convenient to follow the tips in autumn and winter. You just need to wear a coat and stuff it bulges to change your appearance. The flu season makes the mask a less conspicuous object. I disguised it and drove the car into Guning Street.
After getting off the car, I walked around the copycat Gothic building where the club was located, mocking the five-story building in my heart, which was completely a dwarf in the Gothic building, while secretly recording the blind spots of various video surveillance.
Then he brought up the optical supplies used for surveillance from the trunk, went to the old apartment across the street of the club, picked up the keys for the house that Lao Xiong rented temporarily, and entered the rental house.
I pulled up the curtains, arranged a one-way light-transmitting blackout cloth, set up a telescope, picked up a chair and sat by the bed, took out a cigarette and lit it, and then I opened the curtains again. At this time, my room looked completely black from the outside and couldn't see any movement, but I lacked the ability to observe the streets through the shade cloth.
All you have to do is wait patiently.
When I was serving in a special combat unit directly under the General Staff a year ago, I often performed this kind of mission called special reconnaissance. Half of the mission execution areas were in the cold Siberia, tracing some dirty bomb traffickers.
At night, HALO penetrated, chewing coffee powder to refresh my mind and digging the observation whistle, and staring at Wu Hui without saying a word. The world was covered with ice and snow. Once, after watching for a long time, I fell into hypnosis, and my mind seemed to fall into the whiteness without being controlled. I thought this would make a mistake, but I didn't expect that I realized that I had a useless special function. I went to sleep with my eyes open, but the area in my eyes and brain that was obsessed with monitoring was still working. As a result, when I was sleeping, the target appeared, and even though I woke up, I took a picture of the key transaction.
In the surveillance mirror, the bronze Gothic architecture was intricately embossed. When I saw the stalactites covered with bubbles, the potholes were moving in their own way, turning into a kaleidoscope pattern of dense phobia and fear. I deliberately relaxed and wrapped my whole body with sleepiness...
Dongdongdongdongdong...
I don’t know how long I slept, but I slowly opened my eyes. The room was dim and I probably overslept until the night.
I remembered the heavy bells outside the window, and I put my eyes closer to the surveillance mirror. Suddenly, I found that the appearance of the Gothic building opposite had become more refined. When my head was confused, my butt was confiscated by a sharp object.
Don't waste your time.
Ah?I turned around, but strangely, the stress response of the combat instinct was not working, and my body was out of control.
Behind me was a woman with a nun's headscarf. This woman's body was almost comparable to her aunt. For a moment, I forgot that her body was out of control.
She was wearing two sleeveless and shoulderless lace glyphs on her upper body. The most surface was a breast cover that covered her big breasts. She slapped two pieces of her palm on her bulging breasts. She was also sleeveless and shoulderless black tights inside, and the lower body was a slender black hem that was similar to the wide breast cover of her palm. She drooped straight from her belly button to her calf, covering only the beautiful black stockings on her shameful thighs. Her legs and eyebrows and fat inverted triangle edges were vaguely visible.
How could there be a nun dressed so sexy?I wanted to look at her face, but she was wearing a respirator like a Lanling King mask. Judging from her slender eyes, this woman was definitely a beauty.
Humph... I just made it for you with my feet, and now I want it again?What a lowly dog.
The Latin language spoken by the nun, and I could understand it. The woman's tone was as magnetic as Chu Hui, and there seemed to be a sticky brush between the sounds.
Tsk tsk tsk... The nun suddenly pulled a chair and sat behind me, and walked around my waist with his hands, quickly and flexibly unzipped my crotch.
Only then did I realize that the room was covered with European-style wall cloth. This was not the house that Lao Xiong rented for me. I am now in my dream!
The nun took out the giant object in my crotch, and the half-soft and hard penis was lying in her palm. The nun seemed a little angry. Her chin was resting on my shoulders, and the hard respirator mask was blowing up to his ears. The dog made a mistake again. Do you know what was wrong?
When my mother wants to play with her dog, her big cock needs to become erect.I spoke unconsciously, and I actually called this nun mother.
So smart, then will your mother spank or use her urethra to pull the beads later, or do you want both?Um?The nun sneered and played with his glans, skillfully crafted, and his big cock became erect in an instant.
Want it all!
I am too mean in this dream world. I thought about it again, if it were me, I might be even less despicable than him.
Think beautifully.
The nun continued to blow gently, making my ears soft and soft. I want to tie you up, tie vibrator on my glans, and use a prostate massager... Humph, now let me concentrate on monitoring!
I looked down and continued to look like a surveillance mirror. Only then did I realize that the Gothic building opposite me was actually a large church.
The nun lit a cigarette while stroking his big cock. Fucking the little male dog, today I saw Fang Yuemei, don’t think I didn’t know, the cock loosened the belt. I like your little mother so much?He even called her mother, you want to make me angry to death, right?
My mind instantly felt like I was filled with lead, and my thoughts were condensed. Why did my aunt also appear in this dream?
Suddenly, the TV screen in the room illuminated the voice of a female news anchor on the TV. According to our reporter, there were many riots in the center of Rome, Italy. The riot protesters demanded the release of President Jacob Bruno as soon as possible. It is reported that the temporary military government rejected the request of the riot protesters and launched a national emergency bill, and curfews were imposed in major regions such as Rome, Florence, and Milan...
The nun stroking her big cock was getting faster and faster, but she was fine. The demon on the respirator was wearing a cigarette in her mouth and her beautiful legs with black stockings. Watching TV, she was really like taking semen for a stallion and treating her big cock as a simple job.
I growled and cumed out, and the semen was shot straight on the wall...
The strong orgasm pleasure made me wake up from my dream. I was sweating coldly on my face and quickly looked down at it like a surveillance mirror. The opposite was still the copycat Gothic building, lying on the chair, and I let out a sigh of relief.
Jacob Bruno, I silently recite this name, the famous fascist dictator who restored Rome, but this man died in assassination fifteen years ago.
Could it be that the dream just now is someone’s memory?
The protagonist in the dream knows his aunt and calls her Xiaoma. If this is not my dream of running around unconsciously, it is true, then Li Jingtao has a son?
As I thought about it, I felt something was wrong, so I took out my cell phone and dialed it to Sister Vera. She was the person who least cared about leaking the secrets to me.
Hello... Vera is lazy.
Mom, today I met an Italian nun in Shangning and she said she knew you.I realized that this incident was extraordinary, so I deliberately made up a story.
nun?Know me?Sister Vera dragged her tone.
Yes, she has a son. You said it coincidence that she looks like a brother to me.I said plainly.
The other end of the phone was silent for a while, Zhonghan, are you dreaming again? I only know one Italian nun, and I just left my office. Your father is not the kind of person who is flirting with flowers, how could he have an illegitimate child?
I gasped and found that there was an Italian nun. There was such a person. The things that happened in the dream must not be the product of unconscious idleness. I hung up the phone. I felt that things were not that simple. After I finished pursuing the stolen money, I must investigate the mysterious nun carefully.
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