Chapter 422 Except for looking disgusting, the rest looks like me

Chapter 422 Except for looking disgusting, the rest looks like me

Opening the door to the VIP suite, a luxurious atmosphere of a blend of Chinese and Western elements immediately hits your face.

Looking at the extremely luxurious decoration in the room, James Bond couldn't help but secretly exclaimed, the owner of this Asian Continental Hotel is really not an ordinary rich person.

Wait, why is there even a fish pond rockery in the lobby?

Seeing the shocked look on the face-covered customer, Xiaoman, who was a guest waiter next to him, smiled and explained: "Our boss feels that if the decoration is too European, it will lose the Chinese style, so he specially bought a high-value decoration from the south. How do you feel about the millions of strange stones decorating each luxurious suite? Are you satisfied? ”

It's good, but it's too expensive.

When he thought that such a VIP room cost up to fifteen gold coins per night, equivalent to 150,000 U.S. dollars, even James Bond, who was accustomed to romance, couldn't help but feel a little bit of pain.

But fortunately, this money can be reimbursed later by Peng Dingkang, otherwise, his pension will have to be subsidized for the extra nights.

"Not bad, I'm very satisfied with this room."

Although Bond was physically injured and every part of his skin and bones was in severe pain, he still maintained the gentlemanly demeanor that he had had for decades. He endured the discomfort and smiled at Xiaoman, "If nothing happens, I will I hope you won’t disturb me. Also, please help me call the doctor.”

"Okay~"

Xiaoman smiled and nodded in agreement, but stood still, staring directly at Bond in front of him, who was wrapped in gauze and only had a pair of eyes exposed.

Bond noticed her gaze, narrowed his eyes slightly, slowly fumbled for the ring on his finger, and asked tentatively: "Is there anything else you can do?"

Xiaoman smiled and stretched out his hand, "Sir, you haven't given me a tip yet~"

"tip?"

Bond looked her up and down, then took out a hundred Hong Kong dollars from his pocket and threw it out, "Get out, don't come in and disturb me!"

After saying that, he closed the door tightly.

Outside the door, Xiao Man flicked the banknotes in his hand with a displeased look on his face and muttered: "You are so generous, and you want to live in the best suite when you come here, but the tip is so stingy."

While she was complaining, she suddenly saw someone waving to her quietly at the entrance of the corridor.

After seeing the other person clearly, she immediately picked up Qinggong and floated past the door.

In the room at this time, Bond leaned by the door and listened for a long time. The more he listened, the tighter his frown became.

It's strange why the waiters in this hotel don't make any footsteps when they walk.

He had stayed in so many mainland hotels around the world, but this Peace Hotel in Asia gave him an indescribable feeling of strangeness.

On the way to the guest room, he noticed that when each guest saw the waiter who was leading the way, he either had a deliberately flattering fake smile or shrank in fear, as if he was afraid of offending her.

You must know that the people living here are either gangsters or five-star killers. What can a cute-looking waiter have to scare them?

Bond shook his head and pushed these thoughts away.

The top priority is to treat the injuries as soon as possible and find an opportunity to smuggle DC8 safely to the country of Yu.

According to Peng Tingkang, both the Hong Kong government and South Korea have tacitly agreed to hand over DC8 to the North first, and then the North will hand over the weapons to South Korea in a diplomatic manner.

The gap period is at least one month, which means that the weapon will stay on Hong Kong Island for a while, and he has relatively plenty of time.

However, the strange man he encountered today who was holding a butcher knife disrupted his plan.

He might have succeeded in obtaining the weapon if this man had not interfered.

At this moment, he was defeated by this strange man. Not only did he fail in his mission, he was also seriously injured.

Looking in the mirror, gently remove the gauze wrapped around your face.

Looking at the face that was pitted and even oozing with pus, his heart sank to the bottom.

It's over, this time it's really disfigured.

Wow!

In anger, he punched the mirror, causing the glass to shatter instantly and shards flying everywhere.

He looked at the broken figure in the mirror and let out a low and angry roar.

As the most handsome and handsome agent in MI6, this disfigurement brought him a blow far greater than the frustration of mission failure!

"Dong dong dong"

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door of the room. His eyes froze, and then he heard the unique rhythm of two long and two short knocks. Bond felt relieved and covered the scar on his face with gauze again.

The door opened slowly, and standing outside was a foreign girl with a delicate face and a hot figure. She was the tailor of the Peace Hotel—Paloma!

After seeing the door open, she quickly entered the house and locked the door tightly with her backhand.

"How dare you stay here? Do you know who the owner of this hotel is?" Paloma asked as soon as she walked in. Her brows were furrowed, and her face that was originally as gentle as an angel was now a bit serious.

Bond impatiently waved away the finger she pointed at him and said coldly: "Watch your words! I am your superior, not your subordinate!"

There was already a lot of anger in his heart, and now it was revealed unabashedly.

Seeing that Agent 007, who had always been known as a gentleman, was so rude, Paloma was stunned and then explained: "The reason why DC8 cannot be directly returned to South Korea by the Hong Kong government is because there is a gangster like Zheng Jirong secretly involved. Spoil the situation.

"Your injury this time was probably done by his people. And the hotel you are staying in now is his property. If you live here, you may be exposed at any time."

"You don't need to tell me these things!"

After Bond glanced at her coldly, he said solemnly: "This mission cannot be let anyone know that it was our hands that moved it, so all the safe houses on Hong Kong Island cannot be opened."

"There is an old saying in this country that the most dangerous place is the safest place. I don't think Zheng Jirong would have thought that not only did I not hide, but I stayed in his hotel openly."

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Paloma was immediately speechless by his words.

This sounds quite reasonable.

She then looked up and down at the hunched Bond wrapped in gauze before her. She hesitated for a moment and then spoke: "I have been lurking in Hong Kong Island for several months. I am more powerful and capable than any of you in terms of the power and means of Zheng Jirong." Everyone knows that he is not a simple gang member, he is now equivalent to the spokesperson of Hong Kong Island promoted by the northern countries. With him protecting DC8, with our power in Asia, it will be difficult to defeat him. "

Bond curled his lips disdainfully upon hearing this, "Who said I wanted to fight him head-on? I'm just here to get something. If someone hadn't disrupted the situation tonight, I would have taken the DC8 to sea."

Hearing this, Paloma asked curiously: "Speaking of who hurt you so badly, you are the most powerful agent with the highest success rate in MI6."

Upon hearing her question, Bond took a deep breath and finally told what happened.

The cold light in his eyes seemed to be able to freeze the air around him: "I can't remember his appearance clearly, but that person's outfit can be said to be unique."

"Wearing a crisp white suit with a colorful tie and a tall top hat on his head, he looks like a gentleman from an old-time movie."

"The weapon in his hand was a butcher knife used to slaughter livestock, and he had a cigarette butt in his mouth from beginning to end."

At this time, Paloma's face was extremely ugly. As a staff member of the Peace Hotel, a 100% similar figure appeared in her mind just by listening to these introductions.

"Although it was dark at the time, I couldn't see his face clearly," Bond continued: "But the man looked tall, thin, mysterious, with his feet unable to touch the ground, and he looked hateful. As long as I could see him again, I would You must be able to recognize it!”

"gentlemen."

At this moment, someone opened the door. Outside the door, Ling Lingqi held a cigarette butt in her mouth and said proudly: "Except for the hateful appearance of the person you are talking about, everything else looks like me!"

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