A woman wearing a traditional Japanese kimono appeared in the telescope. She was so beautiful. She was wearing a noble cloud bun, her exposed neck and shoulders were white and moist, with a little red lips, her emei light sweep, and her figure under the kimono was handsome and romantic.

This beautiful woman seemed to have walked out of the painting. She walked over and suddenly turned toward Guo Xiaohai. What a beautiful pair of eyes, the autumn water waves, and the tenderness of affection seemed to be looking at him.

That was Haruko who had made up. Yes, she looked at herself. Guo Xiaohai knew that his heart couldn't help but jump up with a "bang".

He even regretted that he shouldn't let Haruko put on the look of the boss lady Saemon secretly loves to perform a mission, so close contact with such dangerous people, if...

Guo Xiaohai hesitated, should he say, "Come back quickly, Haruko, I don't want you to be in any danger!"

Haruko on the opposite side seemed to smile at him, then turned around and walked towards the side charmingly.

Two restless American men next to them, holding wine glasses, seemed to be polite to meet him. They were soon rejected by Haruko and turned back in dejected manner.

"It's out..." Guo Xiaohai's eyes moved and he hurriedly whispered.

Haruko Xun, who was pretending to be waiting for someone next to her, stood up. She had already seen several people walking out of the corridor inside.

Several people walked out, and Haruko saw that the white weird guy was surrounded by them, and his heart immediately jumped up.

The people who were accompanying him, who looked like big bosses, quickly bowed to the white man, muttered a few words, and then dispersed.

There were only two bodyguards left by the white man. He walked towards the elevator. One bodyguard had already stepped forward quickly and pressed the elevator button.

Haruko was already waiting under the pane beside the elevator, with a graceful figure, as if she was a beauty who came out of ancient times.

The white man walked closer and couldn't help but turn his face to look at her, but he just took a look. He quickly took two steps and entered the elevator.

Guo Xiaohai was shocked, why was this possible? Could it be that he had predicted that Zaemon's emotional psychology was wrong? Or was Haruko's makeup look like his master's wife at all? Or was this person not Matsui Saemon at all?

Haruko could no longer stand there. Just as he was about to follow into the elevator, Zhu Xuan's voice came from the headset: "The target appears at the back door, it has been confirmed, what should I do?"

There were also white people at the back door? But it was obviously the same in the elevator.

The exact same big red flag cars that Guo Xiaohai saw in the capital were flashing in his mind. Unexpectedly, Zaemon also adopted this confusing method.

No wonder he is indifferent to Haruko. Obviously, this one in the elevator should be fake. Haruko was about to run towards the back door when Oshima's voice came again: "There are also targets on the top apron..."

Guo Xiaohai's mind was immediately in chaos. The elevator door was closed. Three Zaemons, three directions, which one is true or not? Haruko's lonely voice came from the headset: "I'll fight once, I'll go to the back door!"

Haruko's figure was about to run back when Guo Xiaohai suddenly glanced at the direction of the corridor and walked out of two Japanese national friends in suits and tie.

"Wait a minute!" Guo Xiaohai shouted subconsciously.

Haruko stopped his pace. Sure enough, after the two Japanese, three more people followed, one in the middle, was Shirakiyoshino!

Therefore, details determine success or failure. Any major and urgent matter will often affect the entire result because of the success or failure of a little detail.

Zaemon probably wouldn't have thought that he had gotten a few substitutes, but Guo Xiaohai would lock the target because the time for the connection between the two was shortened by half a minute.

Several substitutes were in different directions and were fleeting. Guo Xiaohai looked at the Zaemon who was walking out again, and his mind flew.

"What should I do? The car is about to drive away!" Zhu Xuan at the back door said anxiously.

"This guy is about to get on the plane, what should I do?" Oshima on the top floor said anxiously.

"Get a decision quickly!" Haruko said anxiously.

"Lock the hall and this later!" Guo Xiaohai gave an order in a deep voice.

All manpower and resources were immediately locked on this guy who came later. Haruko quickly calmed down and continued to wait by the window next to the elevator.

Guo Xiaohai was nervously paying attention to the newly emerging guy. The reason why he inferred that this guy was real Saemon was because he believed that the substitute was limited after all, and he didn't need to send two fake substitutes out from one direction immediately, and the one before did not pay attention to Haruko at all, so the rest should be real! Of course, isn't this the case? It can only depend on luck. There is no such thing in this world.

The three Japanese men, who looked like big bosses, bowed to the White Matsui and left, just like before. Only a tall man in suit was left beside the man. He had a expressionless face, a fat figure, and his eyes seemed empty. There was still a head of the old Japanese samurai left on his head!

The two had already reached the elevator, but the white man suddenly stopped. With a look of his eyes, he saw a kimono lady standing there quietly by the elevator door and window, with her cloud-high-plate side face reflected in the hollowed-out pane, like a beautiful illustration.

The white man was stunned for a moment. He stared at the woman in a daze, as if he had returned to the time and space a hundred years ago. When he was a primary school apprentice, he often secretly looked at the young master's wife like this, just like this, and looked at the outside world quietly by the window...

"Master's wife...Master's wife..." the white man murmured in a low voice. The woman seemed to have telepathy and slowly turned her head and looked at the white man.

With eyes facing each other, the white man suddenly seemed to be electrocuted. Standing there, he actually started trembling slightly.

The bodyguard next to him stood faithfully beside him, motionless.

The white man was trembling with these eyes. He couldn't believe it. Could this be the young master's wife who had traveled through time and space, and now, has she come to find him again?

He walked forward two steps, his steps staggering, "Master...Master..."

"Hayi, sir, what's wrong with you..." the woman looked at the white man and said in confusion.
Chapter completed!