Two Worlds: Snickers Bars for Cow Maids

This question seems absurd in the current context.

Ivy moved her body slightly, as if assessing her condition, and then frowned slightly because of the pain somewhere.

"Well, not really," she answered honestly, her tone as calm as if she were discussing the weather. "I feel pain all over my body."

There was a strange awkwardness in the room.

Last night, they were entangled in the most intimate way, and she showed her most vulnerable and unbearable side in front of him. But now, they were like two strangers, engaging in meaningless polite conversation.

Ivy sat up slowly, her long golden hair hanging down in a messy manner, sliding over her smooth shoulders like silk, just enough to cover part of the marks on her chest.

A few kiss marks still lingered on her collarbone, rising and falling slightly with her breathing. Her breasts, lifted by gravity, formed a perfect curve, their tips slightly red and swollen from last night's abuse. The curve of her waist was graceful and flowing, her abdomen flat and smooth, with a few faint finger marks visible.

She did not try to cover herself up, nor did she try to show off, but just sat there in an almost natural posture, like a Renaissance oil painting, with both classical beauty and a hint of decadent temptation.

"They're all dead, aren't they?" she asked suddenly, her voice still calm.

Zhang Luan nodded and did not deny it.

"I guess so," she said softly, her eyes fixed on something outside the window. "But it won't end so easily. I'll be hunted endlessly for the rest of my life."

Chapter 362 The Female Killer Who Was Sleeping

"That's very simple. Just get rid of all the people who are trying to kill you, right?" Zhang Luan asked back with a relaxed look on his face, a hint of joking in his tone.

Hearing this, Ivy was startled, her blue eyes widened slightly, but then she lowered her eyes in relief, a self-deprecating smile appearing at the corners of her mouth.

Indeed, in front of this powerful man, pursuit and assassination are all not worth mentioning.

This guy, who even sniper rifles can't deal with, has almost superhuman strength. I'm afraid that current human technology will find it difficult to completely eliminate him.

"Come on, stop feeling sorry for yourself. This isn't like you," Zhang Luan said as he buttoned his shirt. "My vacation's over, and I need to get down to business. I'll meet you in the hotel lobby. Stay with me from now on. I'm going to need an interpreter."

Ivy smiled bitterly when she heard that.

He received assassination training for more than ten years since childhood, and learned lurking, fighting, sniping, and camouflage. As a result, the most useful skill he has now is the language ability that he learned by the way in order to get closer to the target.

"Okay, wait for me a moment!" She nodded and got up from the bed.

The naked body is exposed in the morning light, the barley-colored skin exudes a healthy glow, and the tight body curves are smooth and full of power.

Her breasts were erect, trembling slightly with each movement, like two ripe fruits, mouth-watering. They were round and firm, and a light tap could make one imagine the elastic feel.

The long legs are slender and straight, with muscle lines faintly visible, like a carefully carved work of art.

When she stood up, her whole body exuded a mixture of wildness and sexiness, like a tamed but still unruly female leopard.

Zhang Luan's eyes lingered on her naked body for a while, a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes, then he turned and went downstairs to the hotel lobby and ordered a cup of local specialty.

Chapter 359

He drank the colorful drink leisurely.

Half an hour later, a graceful woman walked in from the revolving door of the lobby.

She was wearing a well-tailored black business suit that outlined her perfect figure. Her slender legs were wrapped in black stockings, and her high heels made crisp sounds as they stepped on the floor.

Her curly black hair fell on her shoulders, her black pupils were deep and bright, and she exuded a mature and dangerous charm.

At first glance, she looks exactly like Gal Gadot, who plays Wonder Woman, especially her sexy figure, which is almost one to one.

However, compared to Gal Gadot, she is a little thinner, which makes her breasts appear a little bigger and more eye-catching visually.

She walked straight to Zhang Luan, sat down gracefully, crossed her legs, and moved her professional skirt up slightly, revealing the curve of her thighs wrapped in black stockings.

"Is anyone here?" the woman asked in a teasing tone, with a hint of amusement in her voice.

Zhang Luan glanced at her and said calmly, "Someone is here."

The woman smiled slightly, leaned forward, supported her chin with one hand, and let her neckline droop naturally, revealing a large area of ​​barley-colored skin.

The deep cleavage is faintly visible, and you can even catch a glimpse of the edge of the black lace bra, which is very tempting.

"Are you waiting for me?" she said charmingly, her eyes moving with a hint of teasing.

Zhang Luan then raised his head, looked at her carefully, and then revealed a meaningful smile - the woman in front of him was actually Ivy.

"What are you wearing?" Zhang Luan asked with a raised eyebrow, his eyes scanning Ivy, from her black hair to her black pupils, and then to her charming temperament that was completely different from before.

Ivy chuckled softly and reached out to tuck a strand of black hair behind her ear, her movements graceful and natural.

"It's just basic disguise techniques," she replied in Chinese with a slightly foreign accent. "A woman with black hair and black eyes won't stand out in this country, and..." She leaned forward slightly, lowering her voice. "I guess you don't want to be with a blonde, blue-eyed foreign woman. That would be too conspicuous."

Zhang Luan nodded, having to admit that she was very thoughtful. The agent he had conquered last night seemed to have disappeared. The woman before him was confident and professional, as if the events of last night had never happened.

"You speak Chinese quite well," he commented. "The accent is a bit strange, but acceptable."

"Thank you for the compliment," Ivy smiled slightly. "I've learned seven languages, and Chinese is one of them. Although it's not authentic, it's enough for daily communication and translation work."

She gracefully picked up the menu from the table and flipped through it, tapping her black nails lightly on the paper. "So, where are we going next? What do you mean by 'business'?"

"Have breakfast first," Zhang Luan said, "and then go meet someone."

Ivy nodded without further questioning. As a trained agent, she knew when to ask questions and when to remain silent.

The waiter came over, and Ivy fluently ordered two breakfasts and coffee in the local language, then turned to Zhang Luan, "Do you have any special requests?"

"No," Zhang Luan leaned back in his chair and looked at her with interest. "You adapted to your new role very quickly."

Ivy smiled slightly. "Adaptability is a basic requirement in our line of work." She paused. "But I have to admit, this is my first time working for a target."

"Not the target," Zhang Luan corrected, "but the employer."

"Of course, employer," Ivy nodded, a sly glint in her eyes, "but I haven't heard about the salary yet."

Zhang Luan chuckled, "Is your life enough?"

Ivy's smile froze for a moment, then returned to normal. "That's enough. This is the best reward I can get."

Breakfast arrived quickly, and the two ate in silence. Ivy's demeanor was elegant and graceful, and she didn't look like she had been ravaged and broken last night.

"Your disguise is perfect," Zhang Luan said suddenly, "If I didn't know, I wouldn't have known you were the woman from last night."

Ivy's hand paused slightly, then she continued cutting the food on the plate. "This is part of the training. No matter what you go through, you can show up the next day with a brand new identity, without any trace of the past."

"Including psychological ones?"

"Especially psychologically," Ivy raised her head and looked directly into Zhang Luan's eyes, "otherwise we will collapse."

Zhang Luan nodded thoughtfully, "Interesting."

After breakfast, the two left the hotel. Ivy followed Zhang Luan half a step behind him, neither too far to seem distant nor too close to seem intimate, maintaining a perfect professional distance.

"Where are we going?" Ivy asked after walking out of the hotel.

"I'm going to meet an old friend," Zhang Luan said. "He'll take me to the Longguo Agricultural Machinery Fair."

Ivy drove a black SUV and took Zhang Luan to the border area.

As the vehicles approached their destination, the military presence on both sides of the road became increasingly noticeable.

"The security here is too tight," Ivy frowned, her eyes sweeping over the checkpoints and heavily armed soldiers along the road. "There's a checkpoint every five hundred meters, armored vehicles, snipers..." She analyzed professionally, "I'm afraid someone important is coming."

Zhang Luan just leaned back in his chair, looking relaxed. "Yes, he is indeed an important person."

When they arrived at the last checkpoint, the soldiers saw Zhang Luan's face and immediately saluted and let him pass without even asking to check his ID.

Ivy's brows raised slightly, but she quickly regained her composure.

The car finally stopped in front of a heavily guarded building, where several officials in formal attire were already waiting at the door.

"Sir, His Excellency the President is waiting for you inside," one of the officials said respectfully.

A hint of surprise flashed across Ivy's eyes, but as a well-trained agent, she quickly adjusted her expression and just nodded slightly.

She had carried out missions targeting high-ranking government officials before, and although she did not expect Zhang Luan to be of such a high level, this level of reception was usually reserved for the president, with officials lining up to greet him.

"President?" she confirmed calmly. "The old friend you're talking about is President Leica?"

Zhang Luan nodded and said, "Let's go. Don't keep people waiting too long."

Ivy followed Zhang Luan, maintaining a professional distance and posture.

However, when they entered the conference room and saw Myanmar President Lekha personally stand up to greet Zhang Luan, a crack appeared in Ivy's professional mask.

"Mr. Zhang, you're finally here," Leica walked up quickly, extending her hand, with a look of obvious flattery and nervousness on her face, "We've prepared everything according to your requirements."

Chapter 363: Anything is OK?

Ivy stood aside, a flicker of disbelief in her eyes. She had seen politicians treat the powerful with courtesy, but she had never seen a head of state grovel so servilely to a so-called "businessman."

Leica's attitude is not one of equal respect, but of obvious fear and flattery, just like a subordinate facing a superior, or even a subject facing a king.

After the meeting began, Ivy took charge of translation, but soon discovered that Zhang Luan was actually quite fluent in Burmese, making her presence almost unnecessary. She maintained a professional smile, but her inner doubts grew.

"I see you are surprised. What's wrong? Don't you even know the information about the assassination target?" During the break in the meeting, Zhang Luan suddenly turned to Ivy and asked with a smile.

Ivy shook her head, her expression still calm. "We are only responsible for assassinations. We are not responsible for other matters."

She paused. "The intelligence I received indicated that you were a businessman who posed a threat to Western interests. I never expected..." Her gaze flicked to Leka, who was talking with her staff, "that you hold such a high position in Myanmar."

"Intelligence workers

Chapter 360

"It's not done enough," Zhang Luan chuckled, "this is a fatal flaw."

The meeting resumed, and Leica looked at Zhang Luan with eyes like a mouse seeing a cat, full of fear and flattery.

"Don't be nervous," Zhang Luan said to Leica. "We'll go to the exhibition together. There will be people from the Dragon Kingdom military there, and they will definitely contact you. Just talk normally and treat me as if I'm nothing."

Leica wiped the sweat from his forehead. "But if you want to buy weapons and equipment and agricultural machinery..." He stammered, "We don't have that much money in the treasury. We can only withdraw 50 billion..."

Zhang Luan held his forehead helplessly after hearing this. "We're so poor," he shook his head. "I'll put up 500 billion yuan myself, and then I'll clean up those fraud parks. They're making a lot of money."

At this moment, Ivy could no longer maintain her professional mask.

Her eyes suddenly opened wide, her lips parted slightly, and she forgot to breathe for a moment.

Fifty billion, not fifty million, not five hundred million, but fifty billion!

This figure was far beyond her imagination and even exceeded the annual budget of many small countries.

Even if it was a large enterprise in Eagle Country, it would not be as easy as Zhang Luan said to come up with 50 billion in one go.

Her eyes were fixed on Zhang Luan, as if she was truly seeing this man for the first time.

She once thought that there was a mysterious and powerful consortium behind her organization, but now seeing what Zhang Luan did, she realized that this was a real chaebol.

Not only is he rich and powerful, but he also holds the highest power in a country, yet he is not bothered by government affairs!

The border crossing went surprisingly smoothly. Leica's convoy was in the front and back, while Zhang Luan and Ivy's vehicle was positioned in the middle, enjoying exceptional security.

The convoy finally arrived at a modern exhibition center in Longguo. A large banner read "Longguo International Agricultural Machinery Exhibition," but Ivy could tell at a glance that the security level here far exceeded that of an ordinary commercial exhibition.

After getting off the car, Ai Wei followed Zhang Luan, scanning the surroundings with sharp eyes. Suddenly, her pupils contracted slightly. At the entrance of the exhibition hall stood a senior general in military uniform, the badge and epaulettes on his chest showing his high status.

"That's... General Li?" Ivy asked in a low voice, with a voice full of surprise that was hard to conceal. "The commander-in-chief of the Western Theater Command of Dragon Country?"

Her professional training enables her to identify important military and political figures in various countries, and General Li is definitely one of the core figures in the Dragon Kingdom’s military.

"It's just an agricultural machinery exhibition, why is General Li here?" Ivy muttered to herself, frowning.

Zhang Luan glanced at her, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "What do you think?"

Ivy was about to answer when she noticed several men in dark grey Mao suits walking towards them.

These people have tall and straight postures and sharp eyes. You can tell at a glance that they are not ordinary people.

One of the elders walked up to Zhang Luan, nodded respectfully, then turned to Ivy and said in a low and powerful voice:

"Ms. Ivy, please come here and rest for a while."

Ivy's body tensed instantly, and the expression on her face froze.

Her disguise—black hair, black eyes, completely different makeup and temperament—should be impeccable in the eyes of professionals.

But this man not only recognized her, he also called out her real name.

This means that Longguo’s security system not only identified her true identity, but also knew her background and origins.

She looked at Zhang Luan nervously, and the latter just nodded slightly.

Seeing Zhang Luan's acquiescence, Ivy nodded helplessly, elegantly lifted her hair, and revealed a professional smile.