Living With The Emperor: The Agent Queen

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The most unexpected crossing in history (1)

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Downstairs of the World Trade Center, police lights flashed.

Countless police cars only blocked the entire road, and the yellow police circle circled a huge blockade area. [

The Flying Tigers had already sneaked into the building without a sound, and quickly sneaked towards the roof.

On the surrounding buildings, snipers were already ready to attack.

In the air, five or six helicopters were circling around the building.

At the same time, four other helicopters were rapidly flying towards the building.

If it is serious, is it a terrorist attack?

Do not!

All of this is just to catch one person.

One, woman!

Really, it's just a girl.

Now, she is on the roof of the building, her military boots stepping on the spire of the lightning tower on the roof, standing against the wind.

As long as you lift your face and keep looking up, you can see her.

In the night wind, her clothes and hair fluttered violently.

Her hair, which was originally as dark as night, was reflected by the neon lights on the roof into a strange and mysterious dark purple.

The exquisite and incomparable face flickered under the neon lights.

Faintly, there is a halo flickering.

At this moment, she is lazily crossing her arms, looking down at this grotesque city.

There was a mocking smile in his dark eyes.

She just turned a blind eye to the helicopters that were circling up and hovering in mid-air.

She just turned a deaf ear to their persuasion to surrender. [

She just looked downstairs with her face down, as if she was remembering something.

"Murong Poxiao, you are already surrounded..."

The high-decibel loudspeaker transmitted the fat policeman's voice clearly to the roof, and even the strong night wind couldn't blow it away.

Standing on the roof of the building, Murong Lixiao frowned in disgust.

It seemed that she was very disgusted with the other party's unaesthetic voice, which ruined her mood of recollection.

Looking sideways at the fat man shouting, Murong Poxiao lazily stretched out his right hand.

With four fingers together, only the long, white middle finger was raised up.

In the eyes, there is a scornful mockery.