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Chapter 6 Celebration Reception

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    Another thug pushed Bond into an office marked "Printing Manager Only". Coincidentally, this office was adjacent to the balcony of the printing workshop.  ¡ª¡ªType -WwW.69¦¦W.CoM on your browser to see the latest updates. After Bond was pushed in, he only glanced at a thug holding a camera in the office and was chased in.  A goon wielding a stick struck him in the stomach.  The stick was about the size of a softball bat, and the sudden blow caused Bond to double over in pain.  The thug who pushed him in also walked into the office at this time. He strode up to Bond and kicked him in the waist. Bond was kicked to the ground.  In order to make Bond suffer more humiliation besides the pain, the fourth thug who had been standing in the corner came over and kicked Bond hard in the ribs several times.  The thug also kicked and said: "Mr. Kraft thinks you are not a banker at all, so we are going to make you tell the truth. The guy next to me thinks that only a stick can make you tell us the truth."  Everything is useful." The goon holding the camera also came to Bond's side. He adjusted the position of the camera so that it could face Bond directly.  Suddenly, there was a "whoosh" sound, and the stick hit Bond's abdomen again.  "Aha," said the thug waving the stick, "maybe he's right - maybe I don't need a vise at all." After saying that, all the thugs burst out laughing proudly.  The pain in the abdomen and waist was unbearable, but Bond was still conscious at this time, and he forced himself to see his surroundings clearly.  He noticed that the office was not very big. There was only a sofa, a small desk, a chair and a set of filing cabinets.  He now had four enemies in total, and in their hands were a drawn pistol and a bat about the size of a softball bat.  In just two seconds, Bond had already designed a plan of action in his mind.  "How is it? Are you still a banker now?" a thug asked.  At this moment, Bond only felt that his abdomen was burning.  He forced himself to endure the severe pain and said perfunctorily to them: "II am an astronaut." When the fourth thug heard what he said, he raised his leg again, preparing to kick Bond's abdomen a few more times, but  This time Bond was prepared in advance. He moved his body quickly like a snake catching prey. He grabbed the thug by the ankle and pulled him to his side.  .  At the same time, Bond himself raised his foot and kicked the thug holding the camera. The man immediately let out a scream. He tightly covered his eyes that were injured by the broken lenses, and the camera followed.  He screamed and dropped his hands.  Bond flew in mid-air to catch the fallen camera, and then swung it towards the goon holding the pistol. The guy was immediately knocked unconscious and fell to the ground, unconscious, and his hand  The gun he was holding was also thrown aside, and now Bond's only target was the goon holding the big stick.  But the thug showed no fear at all. He tried his best to swing the big stick and hit Bond hard in the face.  However, Bond's movements at this time were still very dexterous. He easily rolled to the left and picked up the foot of the fourth thug who was still firmly in his hand. The thug's body faced the big gun.  The stick was swung in the direction it came from.  The thug was hit hard on the head by his companion's big stick, and he suddenly lost his intuition.  Seeing that all three of his companions had completely lost their combat effectiveness, the thug's mentality seemed to be about to collapse. He dropped the stick and rushed towards his pistol crazily.  Bond pushed away the first goon who had fainted on top of him and exposed his body - he raised the muzzle of the P99 Walter pistol and pointed it at the face of the goon who was on the verge of death.  I was stunned on the spot.  "Aren't you afraid that the sound of shooting will disturb this celebration party? Aren't you afraid that Mr. Kraft will be furious because of this? If that's the case, you will be dead today anyway. I think you may not be so into death.  "I don't care." The thug was completely frozen in place, standing there, not daring to move.  "Does this mean you still care about whether you can survive today? Okay, now listen to my order and throw your gun on the sofa. Quick!" He obediently followed Bond's instructions.  Bond immediately shifted the gun to his left hand, and then extended his right hand to the thug.  "You probably don't know what it feels like to be hit in the abdomen with a big stick, right? Come on, pull me up." The thug carefully leaned over, and Bond grabbed his arm while he wasn't paying attention, and lifted him up.  His legs immediately knocked this guy to the ground.  Then, Bond lifted his legs and used all his strength toThe anger threw him away.  The man somersaulted in the air, and then smashed towards the glass desk. His back hit the desk hard, and the glass was crushed by him.  Bond stood up slowly. He felt that the pain in his abdomen had reached an unbearable level, but he tried hard to endure it and try not to show it.  At this time, his last opponent was lying on the floor groaning on the broken glass.  "This is a bit like -" Bond said, "the special report of this party." As he said, Bond walked to the door of the office. When he passed the first thug, the man had just regained consciousness.  He struggled to raise the gun and aimed it at Bond. Fortunately, Bond reacted in time and kicked him in the face. The gun in the man's hand flew out and landed in a corner of the room.  But Bond's kick did not knock the thug unconscious again. He regained his energy, turned over, and slowly climbed up.  Bond kicked him again, but to his surprise, this time he blocked Bond's attack and pushed Bond hard towards the office door.  This gave the thug a long chance to breathe. He stood up unsteadily and rushed towards Bond. He swung his fists and hit Bond on the head. Bond showed no sign of weakness.  He raised his knee and hit the guy hard in the stomach, causing him to bend over immediately.  Bond stood up, picked up a printer and slammed it on the man's head. The hit must have been severe, and the man fainted on the spot.  At this time, for the sake of safety, Bond bent down and carefully picked up the gun just now.  He wiped the gun and stuck it in his coat pocket. Then he unhooked the headset cover one of the thugs carried and took off an electronic walkie-talkie from his waist.  There was a loud clicking sound from the machine inside. It seemed that everything was still normal now. These thugs had not had time to alert the others just now.  Bond stood up and carefully opened the door.  Suddenly, he saw Lin Wan at the door. She was smashing the anti-theft disk lock on the door and trying to enter the office.  "If that's the case, how did you end up as a banker?" Bond asked.  Seeing the four thugs lying on the ground in the office, Lin Wan was so shocked that she could hardly speak. It took her a while to recover.  ¡°Of course it¡¯s not as interesting as yours,¡± she said.  "Attention, please pay attention to the security of the printing manager's office!" At this time, an anxious voice came from the walkie-talkie.  Bond didn¡¯t care what to say at this time. He pulled Lin Wan into the office and locked the door.  "Look what good things you have done." He said.  "What did I do?" Bond had no time to argue with her about this. He pulled Lin Wan through the office and planned to get into the next room, but when he passed the broken glass table, Bond paused.  , he knelt down and found a box of cigars among the glass fragments.  After getting into the next room, Bond lit a cigar with a lighter.  "You are so calm," Lin Wan said, "What time has it been and you are still smoking here? The most important thing we should do now is to plan how to get out of here." "I have thought about it for a long time.  Okay, we'd better get in among the guests when they leave." "Think clearly, those guests won't leave within a few hours." "Maybe, but there may be more.  What about other situations?" As he spoke, Bond picked up the cigar and placed it under a fireworks monitor. Neither he nor Lin Wan spoke, and both of them waited silently.  At this time, Kraft, who was proudly delivering a speech on success, didn¡¯t know all of this.  In the CMGN news studio, Kraft was standing in front of many cameras with a charming woman, the famous TV host, but her beauty was created by Beverley Hulls' plastic surgery.  outstanding "work".  "Ladies and gentlemen, it is my honor to introduce to you now," Kraft said, "This is our best TV host in Europe, Miss Temuera Kelly."  She walked onto the podium with a pair of shiny scissors in her hand.  The best presenter in Europe is tall and has a dark complexion, but her teeth are very white. She has a pair of green eyes, and she looks charming when she smiles.  She smiled and waved to the crowd, and the studio gradually became quiet.  It was an exciting moment for Kraft and the guests in the room.  At this time, Kraft's heart was full of expectations. He watched Temuera place the scissors firmly on the wide red ribbon, and then cut the ribbon at the waist with a "click".  But at this moment, the fire alarm suddenly rang sharply, and at the same time, a cloud-like soundColorful powder sprayed from the ceiling.  Some people in the room screamed in fright, and some covered their noses with their hands.  All the big screens in the newsroom lost their images.  Kraft looked around angrily, and the fire alarm sound at this time had been replaced by a pre-recorded mechanized voice - "Please note that the automatic fire alarm system has been activated, please go to the safety door nearest you."  We are now spraying 'fire suppression powder', but don't worry, this powder is completely harmless to people, pets and electronic devices." After finishing speaking, the voice repeated the same content in German.  Kraft looked at the chaos around him angrily. He caught a glimpse of his wife standing in a corner of the studio, and he found that she was trying hard to hold back the smile on her face.  Bond and Lin Wan were upstairs and heard the noise and screams of the guests outside.  "We can go now," Bond said.  The noisy crowd all crowded to the exit of the second-floor hall, and they ran down the stairs in a panic.  Bond and Lin Wan quickly blended into the crowd. Fire retardant powder was still sprayed from the ceiling, and the fire alarm recording continued to be broadcast.  Bond noticed that Staff was directing several thugs to carefully search for something in every corner of the hall.  Bond thought that they must be trying to find themselves in the crowd. Although it was difficult to do so, it was not impossible.  In order not to be found by them, Bond quickly covered his head with the lapel of his tuxedo, pretending to be afraid of powder getting into his hair.  When Lin Wan took Bond past a thug, the man was carefully checking every passing customer.  His eyes flickered back and forth on Bond. Lin Wan reacted very quickly. She pretended to be troubled and said to the man: "My husband has an allergic reaction to this powder. Please tell Mr. Kraft and ask him to hurry up."  Replace it." The thug didn't have the slightest doubt. He nodded politely to Lin Wan, then turned around and continued to stare at the people running past him in panic.  In this way, Bond and Lin Wan successfully escaped from the headquarters of Kraft Group and came to the bustling streets.  In the open space outside the complex, the staff of Kraft Group were running around anxiously.  They were busy explaining to the guests that today's celebration party was not over yet. What just happened was just a false fire alarm and it was a complete misunderstanding.  However, many people are extremely disgusted with that annoying powder because it stains their trendy clothes.  They all looked for their cars.  A party to celebrate the opening of Kraft's new headquarters turned into a disaster.  Airot Kraft walked quickly outside the building. He shuttled back and forth among the guests anxiously, trying his best to retain the guests who had decided to leave.  At this time, Staff hurriedly caught up and whispered in Kraft's ear: "There is no trace of that person. We are still searching everywhere." Kraft nodded in disappointment. He was now hit by anger and disappointment.  I couldn't say a word.  He wiped his aching chin, and suddenly he saw his wife talking to a group of guests.  Kraft angrily strode over and dragged his wife very roughly to the back of a big tree.  He squeezed Paris' shoulders so viciously that her shoulders seemed to be crushed.  "Do you dare to say again, that Bond is a banker?" he said loudly.  "Of course!" she said, "Of course I dare to say it again, he is a banker." Kraft let go of his hand, Paris rubbed his arm and looked at him indifferently.  "Why should I believe you?" Kraft asked.  "Of course you don't have to believe me, because you only believe in what you want to believe. This is your usual style of life." Paris replied.  Kraft almost wanted to slap her, but because there were many people at the scene, he held back.  "Eruote, I really don't know what's wrong with you now?" she asked, "Why do you let people like Staff surround you?" Kraft sighed deeply: "He  Be very, very loyal to me. I value loyalty above all else. You'd better remember this." After saying that, he turned and left Paris and continued to look for Bond.  Paris stared at him in disbelief.  She began to wonder, was the man in front of her really her husband?  He really didn't understand how he could become so terrible in such a short period of time.  It seems that he has no feelings for her now, and hurting her is something he is very happy to do now. The pinch on his shoulder can explain everything at this time.  Bond once mentioned that Kraft seemed to be involved in some kind of criminal activity. As a wife, Paris certainly did not want to believe that her husband would be involved in any illegal activities, but her keen intuitionBut he told her that the fact was that her husband must be hiding something from him.  She guessed that the evidence might be around her - the personal bodyguards Kraft hired, especially the murderous Staff - what was going on?  There is only one thing she is sure of now, that is, no matter what, Kraft will never hurt her again.  For Paris Kraft, this is a very important turning point.  In that short moment, Paris had already made up her mind, and this was something she had been thinking about.  Lin Wan alertly helped Bond rush out of the complex, then she skillfully got rid of Bond and quickly walked through the crowd. She hoped that the so-called British "banker" would not follow behind.  When she turned the corner of the building, she stopped and peeked back behind the cover. At this time, Bond was looking around nervously, with confusion on his face.  Maybe he still couldn't get used to people sneaking away in front of him so easily.  Lin Wan strode out of the CMGN complex. She crossed the street and walked into a garage. She quickly found her red Forella F550 Maranino sedan and got in.  in the car.  Lin Wan sat in the driver's seat and lightly tapped the switch on the dashboard in front of the car. A flap then opened gently, revealing a small fax machine and a computer monitor.  Lin Wan started the computer monitor. After finding the most suitable search program, she quickly entered the words "James Bond" and entered "United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland" under nationality.  In the "Physical Characteristics" column, Lin Wan smiled and entered "handsome".  A "Searching in progress" signal appeared on the computer display. Lin Wan used the waiting time to send an action summary report to her superiors by phone.  She decided to wait until all the guests and staff had left before secretly going to the CMGN headquarters building.  She vaguely felt that the low-radiation radar device she was looking for might be hidden in a corner of this building.  Because the more she carefully observed Kraft's words and deeds, the more she felt that he must have something to do with this matter.  Especially the false charm that he exuded. If there was anything in it that she couldn't accept, it was precisely because he was a liar.  Lin Wan¡¯s report has been sent out, and the search has just ended - there are no results.  This made Lin Wan frown. If Bond was really an intelligence agent sent by the British government, then his disguise skills would be amazing.  Lin Wan secretly made up her mind that when she had enough information, she would try this Bond again, because she always felt that she would meet him again.  Lin Wan turned off the computer monitor, closed the pop-up fender, then started the car and drove out of the garage.  When passing by the CMGN building, Lin Wan found that the place was still noisy, and what was different from before was that there were two fire trucks, a police car and dozens of bodyguards crowded in the open space in front of the building.  She searched the crowd carefully for a while and found that there was no sign of Bond anywhere.  The Atlantic Kempinski Hotel in Hamburg is an extremely rare cultural relic of great value in Hamburg. It miraculously escaped the devastating disaster brought to Hamburg by World War II.  , located in the Kempinski Hotel near Osennosta, is one of the most luxurious hotels in Europe. It is surrounded by green trees and exquisite villas, and is built in the maritime style of the "turn of the century"  Designed and built for the theme, it cleverly combines classical and trendy styles.  Bond's favorite was the "Atlantic Restaurant" at the Kempinski Hotel, which he felt served its guests the most delicious food in northern Germany.  With good communication skills, Bond has established deep personal friendships with ten of the hotel's fifty-three chefs, who always allow Bond to enjoy the best reception in the restaurant.  Although he has a chef as a friend, food is always the last thing Bond considers now.  Because he had to immediately pour some small square ice cubes into a towel, and then roll up the towel to make a temporary ice pack.  He was currently wearing the pajamas provided by the hotel, standing tiredly in the bathroom, carefully examining the bruises and bruises left by the big stick on his abdomen.  His shirt, tie, and evening jacket were all crumpled into a ball and thrown on the floor of the room.  He held the ice pack and gently pressed it against his abdomen. The stimulation from the ice pack made him tremble in pain.  Although the current injury is a bit serious, he is confident enough to believe that the internal organs have not been too damaged.  It's just that his muscles hurt a little bit, and he might not be able to do sit-ups for a long time.  He and Lin Wan slipped out of the CMGN complex without much trouble, but when they just ran to the safety of the street, he and Lin Wan were separated.  She disappeared without saying a word. Bond felt that it was all part of her plan, and she might haveHe had thought about doing this, but he felt that he and Lin Wan would meet again.  Zhang Haitang cried for Wang Zhenzhi, and Mao Juwan fought for Chen Zhouzhu~~~~~ Bond was prepared not to think about anything, but to order something to eat from the room service desk, and then go to bed and have a good sleep.  He felt that the day was so long and he had to be mentally prepared to face tomorrow, because the pain in his abdomen would be even worse tomorrow morning.  Bond held the ice pack on his stomach and walked out of the bathroom. Suddenly, there was a slight click at the front door.  Bond quickly threw away the ice pack in his hand, took out the P99 Walter pistol from the holster hanging on the back of the chair, and turned off the light.  Bond groped his way into the dark bedroom and hid in a closet next to the door. He listened carefully and waited.  The lock on the door clicked, and the door opened.  Bond was so sure that someone had entered his room that he took a careful step forward, got behind the intruder, and pressed the barrel of Walter's gun against him.  "Mr. Bond, do you always treat room service this way?" Paris Kraft's voice sounded in the room.  Bond put down the Walter gun in his hand and gently turned on the light switch on the wall. He saw Paris Kraft standing in front of him, holding a room service tray with a bottle of unopened wine on it.  Champagne, she was still wearing the dress she had just worn at the party.  "Thank you for the 'tip' just now." She said.  Bond shrugged disapprovingly, put away the gun, and closed the door.  Suddenly, Paris noticed the scars on Bond's abdomen: "Oh, God, James!" Bond smiled, raised his hand and touched the cheek where Paris had hit him: "Those wounds are nothing at all.  It still hurts so much. I have been thinking about what it will be like when I see you again, and now I finally know. Do you still remember what I told you? "You said: '  I'll be right back', what on earth did you mean?" Paris said contemptuously.  Bond shrugged and said easily: "There was an accident." "There will always be accidents around you at the most critical time." Paris said with a sullen face, "I just slapped you,  For those days when you were obsessed with your sexual whims.¡± ¡°It¡¯s not just me, you also have many weird thoughts about sex!¡± ¡°Really? Since I got married, I have forgotten all of them.  It's all gone." She put down the dinner plate and walked into the bedroom leisurely, as if she was at home, very relaxed.  Bond turned and closed the door and locked it.  "You know?" Paris lay on the couch without any scruples and said melancholy, "I once loved him, and he once showed me his strength and ambition in a very good way.  "But what I didn't expect was that he had changed so quickly in the past few years that he almost became a monster." She paused, looked up at Bond and said, "What's wrong?"  "Open the champagne?" "I'm very willing to do it, but you have to open the champagne for something happy. What are we celebrating for?" "Because I can regain my freedom, you know?" She said, "He also did it before.  I have treated others so roughly before, but to me, they were all strangers, and he would only do this to strangers. I tried hard to convince myself that those people deserved their punishment, but tonight, he simply did it.  "It's so wrong." "But you should know that leaving him may be a bit dangerous for you." As soon as he finished speaking, the champagne cork popped out of the bottle, and Bond handed two wine glasses.  It was filled with champagne.  "You are right, leaving him may be a very unwise decision. I only brought the clothes I am wearing and my old passport. I have asked my sister to prepare the air tickets for me to leave here.  " Bond nodded, then picked up a glass filled with champagne and handed it to her. They clinked the glasses gently for this long-awaited reunion.  ¡°Congratulations on your freedom,¡± he said.  Paris raised the glass, took a long sip of the wine, and said: "To celebrate my regained freedom, tonight, you are just an ordinary banker." She said: "James, I want to know, are you going to bed now?"  Do you still put a gun under the pillow?" "You have to admit, it does have some advantages." "Of course, but I have added a silencer to the gun."  Paris lowered her head and giggled. She took another sip of wine, looked up at Bond and asked, "Then what are you doing in Hamburg now? Why did you offend Kraft? He"?What are you doing?  You just said he was involved in a crime.  What on earth are you here for?  Isn't this a social trip?  " "Listen to me, Paris, your husband may be in trouble now.  " "You mean the 'Emperor of the Sky'?  She replied, "Look, James, if you're going to follow him, you're going to get yourself into a lot of trouble."  " "Maybe the person behind the scenes may be in his organization, or he himself, or maybe someone else  " Only then did Paris understand what Bond was doing. "I understand, you want to use magic to free me from sin.  " "No, Paris, you guessed wrong, that was not part of my plan.  " Bond lay down next to Paris, but Paris didn't seem to care. "Okay, my handsome banker" As he said that, Paris sat next to Bond and leaned down.  Kissed him. Paris was hesitant at first, but soon she put aside her worries, opened her lips, and kissed him passionately. Paris whispered in Bond's ear: "I hope it's with us."  In these eight years of not seeing each other, you have had more wonderful thoughts about sex, and I am very happy to indulge in all the erotic dreams you have brought to me.  " Bond also responded enthusiastically to Paris. He hugged her tightly and stared into her mysterious brown-black eyes: "I also hope that I can grow a little better than before.  " With that said, Bond reached behind Paris. He unzipped the back of Paris's evening dress. Her shoulders were completely exposed in front of Bond for an instant. Bond spread his kiss softly on her face.  On her shoulder. Paris whimpered softly, and she reached out and hugged Bond tightly. She had been looking forward to this day for a long time. At this time, she was with Bond.  All the good memories and scenes came to Paris's mind again. She couldn't figure out how she could let this passionate love end back then, so that she couldn't even think of how to love someone who took good care of her now.  No one knows how to caress women. At this time, the chaos in the CMGN complex was gone. The fire department rushed to the scene immediately after the accident and inspected all items, and finally announced that this so-called fire occurred.  It was just a fake fire caused by a false alarm. However, no one wanted to stay in such a dangerous place. The guests had already left, and many of the delicacies and champagne were still intact.  On the dining table, the floor of the complex was littered with white "fire suppressant powder" and a mess. The flags with Kraft's face and the company's logo were still hanging where they were, but one had Kraft's face on them.  A corner of the flag fell off the wall and hung pitifully on a bridge in the hall. Upstairs, Airot Kraft sat in the dark press room, with an eerie expression on his face.  He was sitting in front of a computer, and on the display screen in front of him were the images of all the guests taken that night. He frowned, slowly dragging the mouse to adjust the frequency, and when he found Paris and  During the scene where Bond was together, Kraft stopped the scene. He stared at the screen carefully, as if trying to find some clues about their past in the frozen scene. Kraft tried to force himself to grit his teeth.  Angrily, he opened one of the desk drawers and took out a bottle of "Iprofen". Before he could pour the water, he slammed three pills into his mouth and swallowed them directly.  At this time, he was standing on the other side of the room, holding a walkie-talkie in his hand and saying something in German. Now, they were the only two in this huge news room, and Staff said something for a while.  He hung up the intercom and walked quickly to Kraft: "Mr. Kraft, I have found some clues now.  " he reported. "What?  " "That Bond is currently an officer in the British Department of External Security, which means he is a staff member of the Department of Security.  " "What you mean is that he may be a spy.  Kraft said, "Okay, keep talking."  " "I don't think you will like the following news.  " "I know what you're going to say, my wife is missing, right?  "Stav was extremely surprised. Kraft actually knew what he was going to say. This incident once again proved that the boss is always more skilled than his subordinates. Because of this, he can be the boss. "She deceived first.  I, now dare to disappear again, betrayed me.  It's all because of him.  " "What you have to do now is to send all our people out and let them bribe all the homeless people and hotel clerks in this city.  ¡± ¡°?Don't worry, Mr. Husband, we will definitely find her.  " "No, what I want you to find now is Bond.  If you find him, you will find Paris.  " "If I find them, would you agree that I" "You must remember now that this is my wife we ??are talking about.  Kraft said with a strong and excited voice. Then, he sat on the chair and thought for a while, then turned to tell Staff: "Go and get the doctor."  ¡± The first release of this book. Even if your message is just one (*^__^*), it will become the motivation for the author¡¯s creation. Please work hard to cheer for the author! Just enter -WWw.£¶9¦¦W.CoM- to see the published chapter content
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