Someone pulled out a pistol and loaded the bullet, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense.

Anthony Hawk took a step back: "Search for me! See if you are carrying any weapons or communication equipment!"

"Iron jaw! You go and protect the boss." One security guard locked the door, and the others searched him and put everything they found on the ground.

"No communication equipment or weapons were found, boss? What should I do with them?"

"Although there are some doubts, talents cannot be wasted."

Anthony Hawke signaled the security guard to lower his gun with his eyes, and said with a gentle expression:

"Give you half a minute to give a reasonable explanation, and you can get a job with a good salary, otherwise you will become a corpse in the trunk."

"You have wronged me. Girls who have been cheerleaders all have muscular lines. This is common sense."

Sigurdlifa quickly put on an innocent and pitiful expression, telling half the truth and half lying:

"I was a cheerleader for the NCAA football team when I was in college. In order to do complicated flips and jumps, we trained ourselves to the standards of gymnasts.

I can provide a video link to the game at that time. In order to increase the ratings, the photographer likes to take pictures with the cheerleaders.

As for the calluses on my palms and shoulders, I'm a girl from San Antonio, Texas,

Our hometown has more weapons stores than McDonald's, and more martial arts schools than billiards halls. Growing up in an environment with tough folk customs, girls have to learn some skills to protect themselves."

"Parker, ask her to enter the video link and shoot her if she lies."

A bodyguard took out his tablet: "The video was uploaded by the official account of the college football NCAA. There is no possibility of fraud. She is indeed among the cheerleaders. Wow, this figure is so hot. If I were a player, I wouldn't even care."

It’s game time.”

"So, you are not considered a star. You can only work as a security guard in a nightclub. Put your gun away and don't let it go off." Anthony Hawke nodded with satisfaction:

"If she's accepted, she should focus on her training. Rent her an apartment, not a basement, but a spacious and bright one with an independent bathroom."

"thank you boss."

"Until the suspicion is eliminated, I will send someone to monitor you. You are not allowed to use any communication equipment, and you are not allowed to accept interviews from any media. Understand."

"I urgently need this job, and I can accept any request."

"Behave well, I'm not a freeloader."

Anthony Hawke lit his cigar triumphantly. He liked desperate job seekers the most, which meant he could do whatever he wanted to this beauty. He blew smoke at her, reached out and pinched the bunny ears, staring at the fishnet stockings and unable to move away.

, the body reacted:

"Don't take her to training yet. You go ahead. I'll go into battle myself and test her professional level."

"Go back to your posts." The security secretary and others smiled knowingly and left the conference room one after another, leaving only a personal bodyguard to accompany him. This person's electronic eyes were flashing red, and his hands and feet were obviously mechanical prosthetics, exuding a cruel and cold look.

breath.

"Come with me."

"Where are we going..."

"Shut your stinky mouth." The bodyguard showed no mercy at all and pushed her hard; "Just do whatever the boss tells you to do, let's go!"

Sigurdlifa felt the power coming from her back, and she began to evaluate the opponent's strength in her heart, and followed the nightclub owner towards the depths of the corridor:

"Damn it! No chance to be alone with the target!"

"That bodyguard is very dangerous. His brain waves are chaotic. He may be a cyberpsychopath." Lynch looked at the screen and said, "Do you know this person, bartender?"

"If I'm not mistaken... the bodyguard is the Black Tiger Gang's ace killer "Iron Chin"" Ferguson's voice trembled:

"Anyone who has been involved in society in York City knows a few stories about the evil and ruthless deeds of 'Iron Chin'.

The most famous thing was that he single-handedly broke into the base of the Crips Gang and killed more than a dozen heavily armed gang members, including women and children. Bosses in every neighborhood were afraid of this murderous devil."

"Hey, Sig, try to get rid of that guy. If that doesn't work, find an excuse to go to the toilet and escape."

"You want me to give up? I managed to sneak in, and giving up halfway won't work! If this cybernetic bodyguard refuses to leave, I have to destroy him so that he can no longer harm the people."

"Okay...don't go too far."

"Excuse me? Did I hear you correctly? An unarmed woman wants to kill the most ruthless gangster in York City, 'Iron Jaw', deep in the lair of the Black Tiger Gang?"

"Hmm, I don't care if he has an iron chin or a titanium alloy chin, who should let him get in the way?"

"Oh my god..." The fat man turned to look at Lin Qi: "You must stop her. The Black Tiger Gang is the most ruthless gang of this generation, and they have a protective umbrella. They are doing things in the den of local gangsters... It is simply boring.

Got it!"

"I tried to persuade her, but she didn't listen. She is really becoming more and more willful. If a fight starts, I will fight in."

"Madman...I won't risk my life for you two foreigners, even if you are Daddy Jon's benefactor. Once something happens, Ferguson, we will run away."

"It's up to you." Lynch didn't care about the two people in the back seat at all. He concentrated on staring at the screen. His hands were not idle as he took out a pistol and a short knife from the glove box.

"I am a very compassionate boss," Anthony Hawke strode ahead with his hands in his pockets, talking endlessly:

"Although most of today's applicants did not meet the requirements, I still managed to keep a few."

"Don't listen to him playing with porn!" Ferguson couldn't help but scolded: "He treats the girls as a tool to make money. When he gets tired of playing with them, he throws them to the nightclub guests and locks them in a small and damp basement. The wages are agreed upon.

They keep defaulting on payments, don’t treat them when they get sick, and throw them into the trash when they die.”

Sigurdlifa has a jealous temperament, and she gritted her teeth after hearing this: "The more I hear this, the more I want to... let him... now..."

"Don't be impulsive...you are surrounded by people from the Black Tiger Gang."

At the end, the bodyguard roughly pushed her into the elevator. Anthony Hawke unbuttoned his silk suit, took it off and threw it to the bodyguard, and then began to unbutton his shirt.

The seventh floor underground is the office and storage area. Staff come and go carrying food and drinks. When they see them, they shout: "Hello, boss!"

Anthony Hawke enjoyed the feeling of power and dominance. He was in a happy mood. He hummed a tune with a cigar in his mouth, pressed the fingerprint password, and opened the office door. There was a large sofa, a wooden table, a boss chair, and books on the bookshelf.

It was gathering dust. It must have never been opened or read at all.

"I'm really impressed by you, brother. The cuckold is hanging on my head. Your mental quality is really good."

"Quiet, it's the critical moment." Lynch pulled the receiver and loaded the pistol.

Anthony Hawke couldn't wait to take off his belt before taking off his shirt, his eyes burning with desire;

"It's a good product, you have to check it out yourself."

"Wait!"

"What's wrong?"

"Your bodyguard won't shy away?"

"Haha, you mean 'iron chin'? This guy has achieved enlightenment and become an immortal. He has no desires or desires."

"In other words, your bodyguard is determined not to leave and is ready to watch the entire process?"

"Haha..." The cybernetic man let out a burst of harsh laughter: "I am loyal to my boss, there are no secrets between us."

"Hey...then there's nothing we can do..." Sigurdlifa sighed;

"A wretched, greasy man wears Superman's shorts. It's really ridiculous."

"What did you say!"

She ignored him at all and turned to look at the bodyguard:

"Your boss said that you have achieved immortality and have no desires or desires. Can I understand it this way? There is a metal sewage pipe there, right? Poor guy, are you squatting to urinate, or are you lying down?"

"Ahhh! Kill you!" Iron Chin was so angry that his whole body was filled with smoke. The mechanical prosthetic arm popped out the blade and stabbed it towards the heart. However, what he didn't expect was that,

This beauty wearing a bunny girl costume is actually a master of Burmese boxing. This ancient fighting style is famous for its brutality, ferocity and unscrupulous tactics.

"Swell!" A swift and fierce kick hit the center of the circle, causing the iron jaw to roll on the ground in pain.

"I'm sorry, I wronged you. Your little brother is obviously still here."

Saying that, Sigurdlifa went up and aimed a football kick at the head.

Seeing that the opponent was dizzy, he stepped on the blade with his high-heeled leather boots and held it through his leather gloves.

"Bang!" He broke it with force and kicked aside the pistol that fell out.

Anthony Hawke was frightened and stood there in his big underpants.

Iron Chin's skull is protected by a bulletproof armor plate, and a combat assistance chip is implanted in his brain.

By injecting stimulants to stimulate the comatose brain, the patient wakes up quickly. Adrenaline in the prosthetic body is injected into the blood, temporarily alleviating severe pain.

"Bastard...I'm going to kill you! Eat you!"

"Iron Chin"'s mechanical prosthetic calf popped out the turbine engine thruster and launched a rocket kick, which was easily dodged by the opponent. Then he used an anti-joint technique, "Crack!" The knee joint was broken, making him cry out in pain.

"Why are you wiping away your tears? You are a coward who bullies the weak and is afraid of the strong! You eat people, right? It seems that you are very cruel, right? That's how you treat the girls in the slums, isn't it?"

"Crack!" The high-heeled leather boots broke two ribs.

At this time, Iron Chin was in so much pain that he couldn't speak incoherently, "Oh...it hurts...please...don't do it again..."

"Have you ever stopped even once when an innocent person begged?"

Pick up the smart pistol on the ground, adjust it to electric shock mode, and shoot out two copper wires.

"Zizzizi!" The huge body twitched violently,

The 80 million volt high-voltage electricity burned the combat chip implanted in the bodyguard's head, causing him to fall into a deep coma.

Sigurdlifa turned her head, frightening the other party to retreat again and again, and sat down on the boss's chair:

"No one will hinder our conversation now, Mr. Anthony Hawke, don't be afraid, I won't eat you."
Chapter completed!