Chapter 422: Except for the Abominable Appearance, the Rest Is Very Similar to Me

Opening the door of the VIP suite, a luxurious atmosphere of blending Chinese and Western styles immediately hits you.

Looking at the extremely luxurious decoration in the room, James Bond couldn't help but secretly gasp. The owner of this Asian Continent Hotel is really rich.

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

Seeing the shocked look of the masked guest, Xiao Man, who was acting as a waiter beside him, smiled and explained: "Our boss thinks that if the decoration is too European, it will lose the Chinese style, so he specially bought tens of millions of strange stones from the south to decorate each luxury suite. What do you think? Are you satisfied?"

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

When he thought that the cost of a VIP room like this was as high as 15 gold coins per night, equivalent to 150,000 US dollars, even James Bond, who was used to the romantic world, couldn't help but feel a little pain.

But fortunately, he can ask Peng Dingkang to reimburse the money later, otherwise, he would have to pay his pension for staying a few more nights.

"Yes, I am very satisfied with this room."

Although Bond was injured and every part of his skin and bones was in great pain, he still maintained his gentlemanly demeanor that he had maintained for decades. He smiled at Xiao Man despite the discomfort, "If there is nothing wrong, I hope you won't bother me. Also, please call a doctor for me."

"Okay~"

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

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

Xiao Man smiled and stretched out her hand, "Sir, you haven't given me a tip yet~"

"Tip?"

After Bond looked at her, he took out a hundred Hong Kong dollars from his pocket and threw it out, "Get out, don't come in to bother me!"

After that, he closed the door tightly.

Outside the door, Xiao Man flicked the banknotes in her hand with an unhappy look, muttering, "You said you were so generous, and you wanted to stay in the best suite, but the tip was so stingy."

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

After seeing the other person clearly, she immediately used her Qinggong and floated past the door.

At this time, Bond was lying by the door and listening for a long time. The more he listened, the tighter his brows frowned.

Strange, why do the waiters in this hotel walk without footsteps?

He has stayed in so many continental hotels around the world, but this Peace Hotel in Asia gave him an indescribable strange feeling.

On the way to the guest room just now, he noticed that every guest either gave a fake smile to the waiter who led the way, or shrank in fear, as if afraid of offending her.

You have to know that the people living here are either big thieves or five-star killers. What's there to be afraid of a cute waiter?

Bond shook his head and put these distracting thoughts behind him.

The most urgent task is to treat his injuries as soon as possible and find an opportunity to smuggle DC8 to Yingguo safely.

According to Peng Dingkang, both the Hong Kong Ying 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 way.

There is at least a month in between, which means that the weapons will stay in Hong Kong Island for a while, and he has relatively ample time.

However, the weirdo holding a butcher knife he encountered today disrupted his plan.

If it weren't for this person's obstruction, he might have successfully obtained the weapons.

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

Facing the mirror, he gently removed the gauze wrapped around his face.

Looking at the face with pits and even pus oozing out, his heart sank to the bottom.

It's over, this time he is really disfigured.

Crash!

In anger, he punched the mirror fiercely, and the glass shattered instantly, with fragments flying everywhere.

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

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

"Dong Dong Dong"

Just then, someone knocked on the door of the house. His eyes were stern, and then he heard the unique two long and two short knocks. Bond felt relieved and covered the scars on his face with gauze again.

The door slowly opened, and a foreign girl with a delicate face and a hot body stood outside the door. It was the tailor of the Peace Hotel-Paloma!

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

"How dare you live here? Do you know who the owner of this hotel is?" Paloma questioned as soon as she entered the door. Her brows were tightly knitted, and her face, which was originally as gentle as an angel, was now a little serious.

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

He was already full of anger in his heart, and now he showed it without any concealment.

Seeing that Agent 007, who was always known for his gentlemanliness, was so out of control, Paloma was stunned for a moment and then explained: "The reason why DC8 cannot be directly returned to South Korea by the Hong Kong government is because Zheng Jirong, a member of the Hi Gang, is secretly messing up.

"Your injury this time is likely to be caused by his people. And the hotel you are staying in now is his property. You may be exposed at any time if you stay here."

"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 we are responsible for this mission, so all 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 that 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, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke: "I have been lurking in Hong Kong Island for several months, and I know the power and means of Zheng Jirong better than any of you. 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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