Chapter 137 Snowstorm
Lihua Road is quite large, like a park in a downtown area. There are a few temporary parking spaces on one side of the road, and you cannot park for more than an hour, otherwise you will have to pay a ticket and deduct 20 points (out of 100).

Yu Ming took the remote control key and opened the iron gate in the car. He could enter the U-shaped road and park the car anywhere outside. The house is beautiful, but how is it beautiful? Beauty is a subjective feeling. If Cui Jian thinks it is good, then it is beautiful. The entrance door is an electric sliding door. In order to let in light, there are many small pieces of frosted glass on the door. Strangers outside the door cannot open it, but people inside the door can open it by pressing a button on one side.

The first floor is a normal living room, kitchen, dining room and two smaller guest rooms, which can also be used as a nanny's room. Take the elevator to the basement, which is empty.

Yu Ming said that the owner of the villa, who owns five cars, wanted to convert it into an underground parking lot, and even reserved the passage. If necessary, it can be done in one or two days by hiring someone to do the construction.

The second and third floors are similar in structure, with a master bedroom, an auxiliary bedroom, and a study. The study is very large, and it is said that the villa owner intends to decorate the study as his own private office. Currently, the three rooms are empty without any furniture.

The third floor was where the little girl lived. At that time, she was doing a test paper in the study room with headphones on. Yu Ming knocked on the door and startled her. She put down her pen and headphones and walked out the door. She saw Duanmu at first sight. She looked him up and down and asked, "Are you the future landlord?" There seemed to be some provocation in her words.

Duanmu, who was in a bad mood, was too lazy to talk. He stretched out his hand and pushed Cui Jian to the front. Cui Jian said politely, "Hello."

The girl's surname is Xue and her given name is Ying. Xue is not one of the Hundred Family Surnames, and it is relatively rare even in Korea. There are similar surnames such as Bin, Yu, Yu, Shen, etc. Korea did not have surnames until the 4th century. Later, influenced by the Kingdom of God, Korea borrowed common surnames from the Kingdom of God, and most of them did not have a heritage relationship. Due to language and writing reasons, many surnames that are not on the Hundred Family Surnames appeared. The main surnames are Park, Jin, Li, Zheng, Lin, etc.

Cui Jian is not sure if a 19-year-old girl still has a rebellious period, but Xueying is obviously in the rebellious period. She is very beautiful and her clothes are very unique. The most eye-catching thing is that she has a short ponytail on the left side of her head. Yes, it is on the left side of her head, and it is a white ponytail. When she walks, it swings back and forth, just like a real ponytail.

Xueying folded her hands in front of her chest, looked at Cui Jian for a while, and finally reached out her hand, pinched Cui Jian's fingers with two fingers, as if shaking hands, and said: "I am preparing for the college entrance examination. If it is not related to life, don't disturb me. Just treat me as air in daily life, don't talk to me, and it's best not to look at me, because even if I am walking, my brain is still thinking. The most important thing is not to think you know everything and lecture me."

Cui Jian looked at Yu Ming: This ghost is hard to find, right?
Yu Ming: 50% off the house price, what do you think? When she leaves, you can sell it and make a net profit of billion.

Xueying continued, "I don't care about other places. The third floor is my territory. No one is allowed to enter without my permission. I arrange for the housekeeping to clean the house once a week. After all, it is your house. I will be responsible for the housekeeping fees, electricity bills, water bills and other daily expenses. Similarly, even if I have friends, I will only borrow the living room and the outdoors, and will not go to the second floor to disturb you."

Xueying had obviously thought of the words well, and she spoke out what she wanted to say in one breath like a Gatling gun. Cui Jian really liked Xueying's straightforward personality. If there was something to say, they should talk it out first, and not hesitate because of politeness, and then start talking nonsense when something went wrong.

The big twinkling eyes, the long white ponytail, the jeans with deliberately torn calf-length trousers, the shirt buttoned diagonally like a monk's robe, the red and blue overshoes, etc., all show that Xueying is unique. Cui Jian believes that deliberately flaunting something is usually because of lacking something. Xueying dresses herself in such a unique way, which shows that she thinks she has no personality.

I have to say that Xueying, who has all the rebellious personality outfits, reveals one word from the inside out: silly. Fortunately, this silly is not just a derogatory word. With her girlish face and a pair of innocent big eyes, she is still very cute. In short, she thinks she has a lot of personality, but in fact she is silly and cute.

Cui Jian agreed immediately: "Okay."

Xueying didn't expect Cui Jian to agree immediately without any questions or doubts. There was a moment of silence and she didn't know what to say.

Yu Ming nodded to Xue Ying and said, "We'll go first. Study hard."

This sentence directly touched Xueying's sore spot, and she immediately said in a deep voice: "Don't preach to me." She had an angry expression and the flesh on her face twitched twice. She seemed fierce, but in the eyes of old hands like Cui Jian, she was really childish and adorable.

Faced with such a girl, Yu Ming certainly wouldn't care. He smiled and nodded, then left with Duanmu and Cui Jian.

Xueying exposed her personality as soon as they met, which was not a problem at all for Cui Jian. She was a more suitable tenant than Ye Rannuo. After all, he didn't have to pay attention to the sticky notes that might appear, and he didn't have to consider the other person's dietary taboos when cooking.

Since everyone was satisfied, Yu Ming called and the villa owner's attorney and bank staff all came. At four o'clock in the afternoon, Cui Jian became a house slave who owned a villa. Cui Jian also took the lawyer to his empty study to make a will, and after his death, his estate would be donated to charities related to children.

This matter should have been done a long time ago. I didn't do it before because I didn't have money and a will was completely meaningless. But now it's different. I own a villa in the city center.

Yu Ming, who received 100 million yuan in agency fees, still had a conscience. When Cui Jian met with the lawyer, he made a list of everything from pots and pans to bedding. Cui Jian modified some of the content and gave the rest of the work to Yu Ming. Yu Ming would give the bill after the work was done, and it was expected to be done within two weeks.

Yu Ming also gave an outdoor design plan. Xueying was not at home during the day from Monday to Friday, so construction could begin. Cui Jian looked at the amount and said that a flat yard was good and in line with his aesthetic style. The loan was 30 billion yuan, for 20 years, with an interest rate of 3%, and the monthly repayment was about 1800 million yuan.

Before leaving, Yu Ming looked at Duanmu: "Are you okay?" Duanmu spoke very little today and had no intention of participating in any discussion. While Yu Ming and Cui Jian were discussing household items, he took a plastic stool outside and smoked a cigar quietly by himself.

"It's okay." Duanmu watched Yu Ming drive away, and got into his car with Cui Jian. The yard was large and the land was flat, so the car turned around easily and got on the road. Duanmu felt Cui Jian's gaze on him and asked, "Why hasn't Ai Li contacted us for so long?"

Cui Jian asked: "Is it because of the dead bullet?"

Duanmu was silent for a long time before he said, "People who hold power, especially those who are above ten thousand people, such as the emperors in ancient times. After the emperors consolidated their power, many people thought of immortality. Modern medicine's stem cell technology research was originally intended to cure diseases, but some people have developed another line of technology, hoping to achieve longevity and health through stem cell transplantation."

Duanmu: "The same is true for brain interfaces. With money comes research funding, and with funding comes top scientists, and the Death Bullet was born. The United States had a plan to create cyborg soldiers many years ago, but it was aborted due to technological limitations or other reasons. Now someone in Nemo has cultivated a true cyborg, the Death Bullet."

Duanmu: "I knew about this a few years ago, and I have been investigating it. Currently, I only know that Nemo's execution team can obtain death bombs. Only the captain of the execution team knows how to obtain death bombs and how to control them."

Cui Jian said: "Aren't you, the Justice League, stretching your hands too far?"

Duanmu asked back: "Don't you think it's scary? As the technology matures, what if dead bullets can be mass-produced? You see the casualties caused by dead bullets alone, have you ever thought about this question, can dead bullet technology turn people who don't want to become dead bullets into dead bullets? If it can, then human civilization will be destroyed."

Cui Jian: "Neither of the two world wars destroyed human civilization. You are worrying about nothing. But since you are worried, then make changes. Do whatever you want to do. There is no point in looking so sad."

Duanmu glanced at Cui Jian and asked in confusion, "Why do you often say very reasonable things out of your dog's mouth? I remember that you only studied in college for half a year."

Cui Jian is not annoyed: "Pigs will never understand the intelligence of humans."

Duanmu said: "We'd better make a rule: don't make personal attacks on each other."

Cui Jian: "I'm always in a position to fight back." Duanmu laughed and changed the subject: "The villa is nice today."

Cui Jian agreed: "I like it very much." The high walls and large courtyard provide great privacy.

Duanmu: "But don't you find it strange? Xueying's family should be good, how can her parents let her live with an adult man?"

Cui Jian replied: "Yu Ming explained my identity as a 1-star bodyguard, and the other party agreed to sell the house. The villa owner is pitiful. He wants to sell the villa, but it is difficult to refuse Xueying's parents. Of course, the most important thing is the face of Yu Ming's boss's friend. It is said that the villa owner is negotiating a contract with her company. The villa owner has no competitive advantage. If we can do this favor, we may be able to get the order. In addition, the villa owner happens to need some funds recently."

After Cui Jian finished speaking, he was also a little confused. Is it such a coincidence? However, Cui Jian believed in Yu Ming. Even if Yu Ming was forced to harm him, he would first tell him: We can't be friends from now on. Yu Ming is definitely not a person who uses friendship to harm his friends. And from the overall perspective of the villa, Xueying lived in the villa alone for several months. A few months ago, no one knew that he would buy a villa.

……

We had hotpot for dinner. Just as we were eating the tripe, Ellie called us and said, "Location sent."

Cui Jian: "What? What did you say?"

Ellie: "Location sent."

Cui Jian gritted his teeth and asked Duanmu, who had snatched his tripe, "What did she say?"

Duanmu: "The signal is a bit bad, hang up first and call her back later."

After hanging up the phone, the two poured all the ingredients on the table into the hot pot, and then grabbed the cooked ones, regardless of whether they were hot or not, and ate them quickly. Being a bodyguard is really hard, and you can't even have a good meal. Duanmu was a little embarrassed. After all, he was a proud man. Why would he be so careless just for a bite of food?

After finishing their dinner, the two of them grabbed their coats and ran away. The waiter hurriedly asked on the intercom, "Has table 12 paid the bill?"

Of course, they paid the bill. The two got in the car, Cui Jian took out his phone to locate the car, and Duanmu drove. Duanmu was not as good as Cui Jian in this respect. When Cui Jian located the car, he would spend some time zooming in and out of the map, forming a route in his mind, and no longer needed navigation assistance. Duanmu was not so good, and he still needed Cui Jian's guidance at important intersections.

Duanmu: “Hello.”

Cui Jian: “Hmm?”

Duanmu: "I don't like dead bullets."

Cui Jian: “Oh.”

Duanmu: "Since the dead bullet wants the housekeeper to die, we must protect the housekeeper."

Cui Jian: “Okay.”

Duanmu: "Try not to slack off as much as possible."

Cui Jian: “Okay.”

Duanmu: “Two strokes.”

Cui Jian's eyebrows jumped: "Are you a cheapskate? You insist that I give a bad answer, then lecture me on a bunch of reasons, and finally bribe me with money."

Duanmu was speechless and changed the subject: "According to the bet, the party that kills the housekeeper will send out four assassins. Now that the first assassin has been lost, one of the remaining three assassins must be a dead bomb, which is the dead bomb waiting at the back door of the Sunshine Building this morning."

Cui Jiandao: "If bad guys also have credibility, then the person who gave the order to the death bomb should be considered a killer."

Duanmu: "This concept is very vague. Cui Jian, do you have a better way to deal with dead bullets?"

Cui Jian replied: "Kill them as soon as possible and get away as soon as possible."

Duanmu: "The prerequisite is to find them as soon as possible, but there is not much difference between dead bullets and ordinary people. If you act rashly, you will fail sooner or later. The first dead bullet was wearing ordinary clothes. If the second dead bullet was wearing a police uniform and approached you, would you dare to shoot?"

Duanmu pointed out the horror of the death bullet.

Even the most experienced police officer would not shoot someone just because he suspected that he was a dead bullet. But if you don't shoot, you will be the one who dies. Think about the five cool black-clad men who appeared before the explosion this morning. They were just ordinary people. What if there was a dead bullet among them? Not to mention a dead bullet, even if it was a gunman, the police who intercepted the black-clad men would be in danger.

The best way to protect the butler is to prevent his whereabouts from being exposed.

The remaining members of the Storm Team handed the task over to Fengxue, who provided a second safe house. Contrary to their usual practice, they set up the safe house near a ranger's hut in the Donglongshan forest. This safe house is 5 kilometers away from the drivable road and is located in the forest. If you don't get close, even if you hold a rocket, you can't bypass the trees and hit the hut.

There is a waterfall 50 meters away from the cabin. There is an open space next to the waterfall due to flooding. It is the only place in the vicinity where helicopters can be parked. There is a military radar station kilometers away from the safe house. Flying objects that enter this airspace without permission will be warned or even shot down.

Duanmu parked the car on the side of the road according to the location given by the positioning. Cui Jian got out of the car and looked at the dark forest and the path trampled out by humans. He sighed and thought of the saying that money is hard to make and shit is hard to eat.

(End of this chapter)