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"What do you think?"
White asked people to lead Roberts away, return to their seats, take out a cigar, look at the two men sitting opposite, frown.
"It's not anti political Fu."
"Not a very Duan terrorist."
white still has no expression on his face and continues to wait for his analysis.
"According to the information our people got from the Sudan palace, there are 10 people on the other side. The accent is local, and the goal is very clear. American journalists, they should not know the specific situation of each other, or they will not let the waiter point out the rooms of two American journalists to them.
According to the hotel, they were interrogated in the room. They were kidnapping with a clear goal. It was more like a real kidnapping. Two American journalists were extorting the U.S. government The man who made the analysis also shook his head and denied the speculation.
"It's not to blackmail the U.S. or the British government. It's possible that one of these two journalists has something they need..."
Major white squinted and puffed out a puff of smoke. As he was trying to say something, the satellite phone on the desk made a sound.
"No matter what the reason is, to save Charlie Hanks, all members will be rewarded with $100000. If the owner is required to pay the ransom, then not only there is no bonus, but also the ransom needs to be taken back, understand?"
The three people in the room naturally knew who was the owner of the voice. Joseph, the chief instructor, answered with no expression at the same time, "yes sir!"
White was the only one left in the office, and Joseph's voice continued to come from the satellite phone.
"To offer a reward in the black market, first confirm the identity of these scum and dig out the things they were kidnapped for. It really aroused my curiosity. If it is valuable, you know how to do it!"
"I see!"
"Very good. I'll wait for your good news. OK, I need to report to boss. Pay attention to safety. Boss doesn't like casualties. I'll ask someone to send supplies to you..."
Los Angeles.
"Well... "I
"Bang Bang --"
Andy's extremely strong body muscles are tight and sweaty. He is only wearing a black shorts, and his hair has been wet by sweat for a long time. With his fist and body swing, the sweat is scattered, and his mouth makes a sound. The sandbag in front of him is shaking with his fist.
Next to her is Ivana, who has a little red face and a little excited expression, who is looking at her man with eyes full of infatuation. The little assistant standing behind her is even more full of little stars, who has stepped up the long Tui wrapped by black Si, and stared at the perfect body of the great devil king with greedy eyes.
Little Taylor's voice...
Torryblake suddenly hit the spirit, two rosy clouds flashed on his cheeks, looked down at the mobile phone, and dodged Ivana's eyes. Shuangtui walked towards the big devil with a little trembling.
"Boss, phone, it's Joseph's."
"Hoo --"
Andy stops his fist and nods to the bodyguard who is sweating behind the sandbags. "Have a rest!"
Turning back, he raised his chin to the assistant. Torre immediately connected to the phone. He took the cell phone and put it in Andy's ear, holding it all the time.
"Say."
。。。。。。
Andy listened to Joseph's analysis report, his eyes narrowed slowly, smashed a little dry mouth Chun, at this time Ivana gently put the open mineral water to Andy's mouth, slightly raised it.
Andy blinked at Ivana, and then he began to drink. After drinking enough, he turned around. Ivana took the bottle of mineral water and wiped the sweat on his face with a towel.
"Well, I see. Let our people pay attention to safety. Now that we have good news, let me know. By the way, how are you getting prepared for arranging your affairs?"
"Well, let them come straight to Los Angeles."
Andy's ear leaves his cell phone, and the assistant immediately takes back his hand and hangs up. Ivana wipes the sweat off Andy's face with a towel and asks curiously, "they?"
"Well, two bodyguards arranged for you. Well, don't wipe them. I will continue to practice later. I will go to the boxing budget match in the middle of March. It's said that my old opponent Alfonso has threatened to revenge. Tut, I'm looking forward to meeting him again!"
In this trial in the Americas, 23 Olympic boxing qualifications will be distributed. Andy's strength is indeed strong, but his strength is strong. His ranking is based on points. Andy, who has only participated in the Pan American Games and the Universiade, is not a star and a half in points, so he can't think about the good thing of directly taking foreign cards to participate in the competition.
He can only participate in the intercontinental trials. Of course, Andy has no pressure at all. He knows his level is enough to crush those opponents, but there is only one Olympic quota above the 91kg level, so he received a call from the coach early today to start his recovery training.I know my family's business. During this period, he didn't practice boxing very much. Most of his physical strength was absorbed by a group of spiders Jing...
No matter how good his talent is, he is not Superman. He has just done two sets of high-intensity exercises, and he feels a little bit inappropriate. After an hour, he is already sweaty, which shows the problem. He is really slack.
Fortunately, there is still one month to go, which is enough for him to recover to the peak. After all, talent is talent. Strength and five senses are all his talent.
Andy did reflect on himself. Although his body has a strong Cao tolerance, he can't stand to play day and night. It's hard to avoid some fatigue. His body is important. Of course, playing is also important, so we should combine work with rest.
When thinking about it, Andy is a little uncomfortable to be lifted by Ivana's small hand that has been stroking his muscle line. He grabs the dishonest white hand, shakes his head and wryly laughs and says, "honey, don't make trouble, I will continue to practice."
Ivana's eyebrows are filled with a hint of Chun. She can't help caressing Andy's perfect muscle rou. The beauty of power is really yours.
"Let's have a rest. You see, we are all sweating. Let's take a bath together..."
Andy has a black line on his forehead, a tug on the corner of his mouth, a slight cough, and refuses Ivana's hook Yin directly. He shakes his head and says with a wry smile, "now that I have started to practice, I have to finish today's four groups of intensive exercises. Darling, I will feed you in the evening."
Ivana blinked a little unwillingly. She tooted at Yinyou, ran to pick up the rope skipping and started the whirlwind rope skipping. Andy saw her boyfriend grinning at her, and couldn't help laughing.
Andy finally understood why the sports stars would fall one by one under the women's skirts. If he met a demon Jing, he would be hollowed out by the news.
As the old saying goes, beauty is a disaster, so Andy is biting his teeth to control, control, and control again...
Until we get back to the peak, of course, we should be fed. As long as we are in moderation, let's forget about the endless troubles in the past.
Two days later in the morning, Andy and Ivana, wearing a pair of tights and a white Hoodie, with quicksilver and the witch, followed by four bodyguards and ran up the mountain pass of Beverly Hills.
As for the paparazzi around, Andy, who has ignored their habits, thinks they are the air, while Ivana just keeps smiling and ignores them.
Ivana is a runner. In addition to being with Andy, she is often broken from the habit of running in the morning, but she will choose to run on the treadmill for half an hour after supper, and then do other sports for half an hour, which is also the most important point for her to maintain a good figure.
It's a kind of life persistence of her. Andy still admires it. The sportsmen run all the way up Beverly Hills, see the Hollywood signs in the distance, appreciate the scenery of the next morning, and then run down the hill, watching the fewer and fewer paparazzi behind them, as well as the ones who have become dogs. So is Ivana Can't help giggling.
Looking at the hostess happy, quick silver and the witch are very dogleg around Ivana to circle and wag funny short tail.
"If anyone of you can keep up, give that person an interview..." Andy looks at the five dogs who are tired, sweating and gasping. He looks back and shouts at them maliciously. Then he and Ivana continue to run to the villa.
The five paparazzi in the back are like beating chicken blood. They start to catch up with each other crazily, and they should be careful of each other's falling.
。。。。。。
"I... I, cough, it's me, I'm number one, Mr. Smith, I'm number one
Andy looks back at the 30-year-old black reporter who can't stand up. He raises his arm, coughs and shouts. He is a little rich. His black shirt is completely wet, which is a little unexpected.
"Which newspaper do you mean?"
"Messenger bag."
“。。。 I haven't heard of it, but forget it, Kenny. Let him in and wait in the rest area by the pool. If you want to know what to ask, you'd better not ask gossip questions. "
Andy said to Kenny, looking back and the black man who was already ecstatic and a little shivering with excitement.
There was a sound of lament and chagrin around, and the other paparazzi watched with envy and jealousy as the black man foolishly followed Kenny into the villa area they wanted to enter day and night.
Ivana giggles and holds Andy's arm. She naturally knows her boyfriend's bad taste. His favorite surprise is to surprise others who are not related to him. It's like a lucky angel landing!
And every surprise given by Andy may really change the fate of many people, at least their status quo.
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"What do you think?"
White asked people to lead Roberts away, return to their seats, take out a cigar, look at the two men sitting opposite, frown.
"It's not anti political Fu."
"Not a very Duan terrorist."
white still has no expression on his face and continues to wait for his analysis.
"According to the information our people got from the Sudan palace, there are 10 people on the other side. The accent is local, and the goal is very clear. American journalists, they should not know the specific situation of each other, or they will not let the waiter point out the rooms of two American journalists to them.
According to the hotel, they were interrogated in the room. They were kidnapping with a clear goal. It was more like a real kidnapping. Two American journalists were extorting the U.S. government The man who made the analysis also shook his head and denied the speculation.
"It's not to blackmail the U.S. or the British government. It's possible that one of these two journalists has something they need..."
Major white squinted and puffed out a puff of smoke. As he was trying to say something, the satellite phone on the desk made a sound.
"No matter what the reason is, to save Charlie Hanks, all members will be rewarded with $100000. If the owner is required to pay the ransom, then not only there is no bonus, but also the ransom needs to be taken back, understand?"
The three people in the room naturally knew who was the owner of the voice. Joseph, the chief instructor, answered with no expression at the same time, "yes sir!"
White was the only one left in the office, and Joseph's voice continued to come from the satellite phone.
"To offer a reward in the black market, first confirm the identity of these scum and dig out the things they were kidnapped for. It really aroused my curiosity. If it is valuable, you know how to do it!"
"I see!"
"Very good. I'll wait for your good news. OK, I need to report to boss. Pay attention to safety. Boss doesn't like casualties. I'll ask someone to send supplies to you..."
Los Angeles.
"Well... "I
"Bang Bang --"
Andy's extremely strong body muscles are tight and sweaty. He is only wearing a black shorts, and his hair has been wet by sweat for a long time. With his fist and body swing, the sweat is scattered, and his mouth makes a sound. The sandbag in front of him is shaking with his fist.
Next to her is Ivana, who has a little red face and a little excited expression, who is looking at her man with eyes full of infatuation. The little assistant standing behind her is even more full of little stars, who has stepped up the long Tui wrapped by black Si, and stared at the perfect body of the great devil king with greedy eyes.
Little Taylor's voice...
Torryblake suddenly hit the spirit, two rosy clouds flashed on his cheeks, looked down at the mobile phone, and dodged Ivana's eyes. Shuangtui walked towards the big devil with a little trembling.
"Boss, phone, it's Joseph's."
"Hoo --"
Andy stops his fist and nods to the bodyguard who is sweating behind the sandbags. "Have a rest!"
Turning back, he raised his chin to the assistant. Torre immediately connected to the phone. He took the cell phone and put it in Andy's ear, holding it all the time.
"Say."
。。。。。。
Andy listened to Joseph's analysis report, his eyes narrowed slowly, smashed a little dry mouth Chun, at this time Ivana gently put the open mineral water to Andy's mouth, slightly raised it.
Andy blinked at Ivana, and then he began to drink. After drinking enough, he turned around. Ivana took the bottle of mineral water and wiped the sweat on his face with a towel.
"Well, I see. Let our people pay attention to safety. Now that we have good news, let me know. By the way, how are you getting prepared for arranging your affairs?"
"Well, let them come straight to Los Angeles."
Andy's ear leaves his cell phone, and the assistant immediately takes back his hand and hangs up. Ivana wipes the sweat off Andy's face with a towel and asks curiously, "they?"
"Well, two bodyguards arranged for you. Well, don't wipe them. I will continue to practice later. I will go to the boxing budget match in the middle of March. It's said that my old opponent Alfonso has threatened to revenge. Tut, I'm looking forward to meeting him again!"
In this trial in the Americas, 23 Olympic boxing qualifications will be distributed. Andy's strength is indeed strong, but his strength is strong. His ranking is based on points. Andy, who has only participated in the Pan American Games and the Universiade, is not a star and a half in points, so he can't think about the good thing of directly taking foreign cards to participate in the competition.
He can only participate in the intercontinental trials. Of course, Andy has no pressure at all. He knows his level is enough to crush those opponents, but there is only one Olympic quota above the 91kg level, so he received a call from the coach early today to start his recovery training.I know my family's business. During this period, he didn't practice boxing very much. Most of his physical strength was absorbed by a group of spiders Jing...
No matter how good his talent is, he is not Superman. He has just done two sets of high-intensity exercises, and he feels a little bit inappropriate. After an hour, he is already sweaty, which shows the problem. He is really slack.
Fortunately, there is still one month to go, which is enough for him to recover to the peak. After all, talent is talent. Strength and five senses are all his talent.
Andy did reflect on himself. Although his body has a strong Cao tolerance, he can't stand to play day and night. It's hard to avoid some fatigue. His body is important. Of course, playing is also important, so we should combine work with rest.
When thinking about it, Andy is a little uncomfortable to be lifted by Ivana's small hand that has been stroking his muscle line. He grabs the dishonest white hand, shakes his head and wryly laughs and says, "honey, don't make trouble, I will continue to practice."
Ivana's eyebrows are filled with a hint of Chun. She can't help caressing Andy's perfect muscle rou. The beauty of power is really yours.
"Let's have a rest. You see, we are all sweating. Let's take a bath together..."
Andy has a black line on his forehead, a tug on the corner of his mouth, a slight cough, and refuses Ivana's hook Yin directly. He shakes his head and says with a wry smile, "now that I have started to practice, I have to finish today's four groups of intensive exercises. Darling, I will feed you in the evening."
Ivana blinked a little unwillingly. She tooted at Yinyou, ran to pick up the rope skipping and started the whirlwind rope skipping. Andy saw her boyfriend grinning at her, and couldn't help laughing.
Andy finally understood why the sports stars would fall one by one under the women's skirts. If he met a demon Jing, he would be hollowed out by the news.
As the old saying goes, beauty is a disaster, so Andy is biting his teeth to control, control, and control again...
Until we get back to the peak, of course, we should be fed. As long as we are in moderation, let's forget about the endless troubles in the past.
Two days later in the morning, Andy and Ivana, wearing a pair of tights and a white Hoodie, with quicksilver and the witch, followed by four bodyguards and ran up the mountain pass of Beverly Hills.
As for the paparazzi around, Andy, who has ignored their habits, thinks they are the air, while Ivana just keeps smiling and ignores them.
Ivana is a runner. In addition to being with Andy, she is often broken from the habit of running in the morning, but she will choose to run on the treadmill for half an hour after supper, and then do other sports for half an hour, which is also the most important point for her to maintain a good figure.
It's a kind of life persistence of her. Andy still admires it. The sportsmen run all the way up Beverly Hills, see the Hollywood signs in the distance, appreciate the scenery of the next morning, and then run down the hill, watching the fewer and fewer paparazzi behind them, as well as the ones who have become dogs. So is Ivana Can't help giggling.
Looking at the hostess happy, quick silver and the witch are very dogleg around Ivana to circle and wag funny short tail.
"If anyone of you can keep up, give that person an interview..." Andy looks at the five dogs who are tired, sweating and gasping. He looks back and shouts at them maliciously. Then he and Ivana continue to run to the villa.
The five paparazzi in the back are like beating chicken blood. They start to catch up with each other crazily, and they should be careful of each other's falling.
。。。。。。
"I... I, cough, it's me, I'm number one, Mr. Smith, I'm number one
Andy looks back at the 30-year-old black reporter who can't stand up. He raises his arm, coughs and shouts. He is a little rich. His black shirt is completely wet, which is a little unexpected.
"Which newspaper do you mean?"
"Messenger bag."
“。。。 I haven't heard of it, but forget it, Kenny. Let him in and wait in the rest area by the pool. If you want to know what to ask, you'd better not ask gossip questions. "
Andy said to Kenny, looking back and the black man who was already ecstatic and a little shivering with excitement.
There was a sound of lament and chagrin around, and the other paparazzi watched with envy and jealousy as the black man foolishly followed Kenny into the villa area they wanted to enter day and night.
Ivana giggles and holds Andy's arm. She naturally knows her boyfriend's bad taste. His favorite surprise is to surprise others who are not related to him. It's like a lucky angel landing!
And every surprise given by Andy may really change the fate of many people, at least their status quo.
"What do you think?" White asked people to lead Roberts away, return to their seats, take out a cigar, look at the two men sitting opposite, frown. "It's not anti political Fu." "Not a very Duan terrorist." white still has no expression on his face and continues to wait for his analysis. "According to the information our people got from the Sudan palace, there are 10 people on the other side. The accent is local, and the goal is very clear. American journalists, they should not know the specific situation of each other, or they will not let the waiter point out the rooms of two American journalists to them. According to the hotel, they were interrogated in the room. They were kidnapping with a clear goal. It was more like a real kidnapping. Two American journalists were extorting the U.S. government The man who made the analysis also shook his head and denied the speculation. "It's not to blackmail the U.S. or the British government. It's possible that one of these two journalists has something they need..." Major white squinted and puffed out a puff of smoke. As he was trying to say something, the satellite phone on the desk made a sound. "No matter what the reason is, to save Charlie Hanks, all members will be rewarded with $100000. If the owner is required to pay the ransom, then not only there is no bonus, but also the ransom needs to be taken back, understand?" The three people in the room naturally knew who was the owner of the voice. Joseph, the chief instructor, answered with no expression at the same time, "yes sir!" White was the only one left in the office, and Joseph's voice continued to come from the satellite phone. "To offer a reward in the black market, first confirm the identity of these scum and dig out the things they were kidnapped for. It really aroused my curiosity. If it is valuable, you know how to do it!" "I see!" "Very good. I'll wait for your good news. OK, I need to report to boss. Pay attention to safety. Boss doesn't like casualties. I'll ask someone to send supplies to you..." Los Angeles. "Well... "I "Bang Bang --" Andy's extremely strong body muscles are tight and sweaty. He is only wearing a black shorts, and his hair has been wet by sweat for a long time. With his fist and body swing, the sweat is scattered, and his mouth makes a sound. The sandbag in front of him is shaking with his fist. Next to her is Ivana, who has a little red face and a little excited expression, who is looking at her man with eyes full of infatuation. The little assistant standing behind her is even more full of little stars, who has stepped up the long Tui wrapped by black Si, and stared at the perfect body of the great devil king with greedy eyes. Little Taylor's voice... Torryblake suddenly hit the spirit, two rosy clouds flashed on his cheeks, looked down at the mobile phone, and dodged Ivana's eyes. Shuangtui walked towards the big devil with a little trembling. "Boss, phone, it's Joseph's." "Hoo --" Andy stops his fist and nods to the bodyguard who is sweating behind the sandbags. "Have a rest!" Turning back, he raised his chin to the assistant. Torre immediately connected to the phone. He took the cell phone and put it in Andy's ear, holding it all the time. "Say." Andy listened to Joseph's analysis report, his eyes narrowed slowly, smashed a little dry mouth Chun, at this time Ivana gently put the open mineral water to Andy's mouth, slightly raised it. Andy blinked at Ivana, and then he began to drink. After drinking enough, he turned around. Ivana took the bottle of mineral water and wiped the sweat on his face with a towel. "Well, I see. Let our people pay attention to safety. Now that we have good news, let me know. By the way, how are you getting prepared for arranging your affairs?" "Well, let them come straight to Los Angeles." Andy's ear leaves his cell phone, and the assistant immediately takes back his hand and hangs up. Ivana wipes the sweat off Andy's face with a towel and asks curiously, "they?" "Well, two bodyguards arranged for you. Well, don't wipe them. I will continue to practice later. I will go to the boxing budget match in the middle of March. It's said that my old opponent Alfonso has threatened to revenge. Tut, I'm looking forward to meeting him again!" In this trial in the Americas, 23 Olympic boxing qualifications will be distributed. Andy's strength is indeed strong, but his strength is strong. His ranking is based on points. Andy, who has only participated in the Pan American Games and the Universiade, is not a star and a half in points, so he can't think about the good thing of directly taking foreign cards to participate in the competition. He can only participate in the intercontinental trials. Of course, Andy has no pressure at all. He knows his level is enough to crush those opponents, but there is only one Olympic quota above the 91kg level, so he received a call from the coach early today to start his recovery training.I know my family's business. During this period, he didn't practice boxing very much. Most of his physical strength was absorbed by a group of spiders Jing... No matter how good his talent is, he is not Superman. He has just done two sets of high-intensity exercises, and he feels a little bit inappropriate. After an hour, he is already sweaty, which shows the problem. He is really slack. Fortunately, there is still one month to go, which is enough for him to recover to the peak. After all, talent is talent. Strength and five senses are all his talent. Andy did reflect on himself. Although his body has a strong Cao tolerance, he can't stand to play day and night. It's hard to avoid some fatigue. His body is important. Of course, playing is also important, so we should combine work with rest. When thinking about it, Andy is a little uncomfortable to be lifted by Ivana's small hand that has been stroking his muscle line. He grabs the dishonest white hand, shakes his head and wryly laughs and says, "honey, don't make trouble, I will continue to practice." Ivana's eyebrows are filled with a hint of Chun. She can't help caressing Andy's perfect muscle rou. The beauty of power is really yours. "Let's have a rest. You see, we are all sweating. Let's take a bath together..." Andy has a black line on his forehead, a tug on the corner of his mouth, a slight cough, and refuses Ivana's hook Yin directly. He shakes his head and says with a wry smile, "now that I have started to practice, I have to finish today's four groups of intensive exercises. Darling, I will feed you in the evening." Ivana blinked a little unwillingly. She tooted at Yinyou, ran to pick up the rope skipping and started the whirlwind rope skipping. Andy saw her boyfriend grinning at her, and couldn't help laughing. Andy finally understood why the sports stars would fall one by one under the women's skirts. If he met a demon Jing, he would be hollowed out by the news. As the old saying goes, beauty is a disaster, so Andy is biting his teeth to control, control, and control again... Until we get back to the peak, of course, we should be fed. As long as we are in moderation, let's forget about the endless troubles in the past. Two days later in the morning, Andy and Ivana, wearing a pair of tights and a white Hoodie, with quicksilver and the witch, followed by four bodyguards and ran up the mountain pass of Beverly Hills. As for the paparazzi around, Andy, who has ignored their habits, thinks they are the air, while Ivana just keeps smiling and ignores them. Ivana is a runner. In addition to being with Andy, she is often broken from the habit of running in the morning, but she will choose to run on the treadmill for half an hour after supper, and then do other sports for half an hour, which is also the most important point for her to maintain a good figure. It's a kind of life persistence of her. Andy still admires it. The sportsmen run all the way up Beverly Hills, see the Hollywood signs in the distance, appreciate the scenery of the next morning, and then run down the hill, watching the fewer and fewer paparazzi behind them, as well as the ones who have become dogs. So is Ivana Can't help giggling. Looking at the hostess happy, quick silver and the witch are very dogleg around Ivana to circle and wag funny short tail. "If anyone of you can keep up, give that person an interview..." Andy looks at the five dogs who are tired, sweating and gasping. He looks back and shouts at them maliciously. Then he and Ivana continue to run to the villa. The five paparazzi in the back are like beating chicken blood. They start to catch up with each other crazily, and they should be careful of each other's falling. "I... I, cough, it's me, I'm number one, Mr. Smith, I'm number one Andy looks back at the 30-year-old black reporter who can't stand up. He raises his arm, coughs and shouts. He is a little rich. His black shirt is completely wet, which is a little unexpected. "Which newspaper do you mean?" "Messenger bag." I haven't heard of it, but forget it, Kenny. Let him in and wait in the rest area by the pool. If you want to know what to ask, you'd better not ask gossip questions. " Andy said to Kenny, looking back and the black man who was already ecstatic and a little shivering with excitement. There was a sound of lament and chagrin around, and the other paparazzi watched with envy and jealousy as the black man foolishly followed Kenny into the villa area they wanted to enter day and night. Ivana giggles and holds Andy's arm. She naturally knows her boyfriend's bad taste. His favorite surprise is to surprise others who are not related to him. It's like a lucky angel landing! And every surprise given by Andy may really change the fate of many people, at least their status quo.
