"Another fetish buff why does illegal business aways bring out the fetish zombies, yet if I live another five years, honest business as a classic car restorer and French chef," Mr. Shin reflects.
"What about you, Mr. Shin?" "Such a woman finds herself lacking my guidelines in a woman, and though I control serious wealth and power it will never be used to gain a woman's favor." "A woman to grow old with and that proves apart of you always looking for the best inside you."
"Sickening, Mr. Shin a load of garbage and you know it," the other man replies. "A bit of an impasse between our living styles, and you appear to believe seeding every maid and woman you could, appears right." Mr. Shin's expression proves depressed by the other man notion of living. "Always classy and by the books, Mr. Shin a refined trait, one should admire." He disappears into his modest lavish home. A gated home with numerous bodyguards and maids.
At the paid off detective's crappy apartment.
"That stupid pious detective suspense my wrathful interrogation of two bimbo sluts, and Ekaterina Myung and that other bitch shall burn if it's the final thing I do," the woman roars. "It's my blasted investigation, I deserve all the fame, promotions, respect for my work on the force, after all our powerful backers require the utmost protection from wealthy skanks that should be deceased!" The Korea woman downs six shots of Russian Vodka then a glass of white wine. She unbuttons her white blouse and pulls off her heels and tan stockings from her curvy long legs. "Damn, righteous fuckers trying to take away my glorious future, granted I love skewering some crooked fucks too." Shattering her wine glass on table in a furious tantrum! "I'll be head of the division soon, and rake in thousands from extortion and shady business deals, haha." The potent alcohol takes effect on her body numbing all her senses. She staggers to the kitchen cup broad for another shot of Russian Vodka. "Hic, more booze."
The sloshed corrupt detective places two pins on the city map and stares at it deep in thought. "A hefty chuck of wealth to acquire from some less worthy people," she mocks. "Insurance plans always when playing both sides of the street!"
Downing another two shots the Korean detective passes out on the hard kitchen oak floor.
"She been fucking for five hours moaning never-ending from three male cops' meat rods," a bodyguard replies. "Mrs. Inzhu Jin refuses any protection, and our boss claims a potent history of syphilis, gonorrhea, crabs, and chlamydia," another male bodyguard adds. Screams linger through the sturdy maple doors of her master bedroom. "Smack my hairy twat harder and give me your best loads," Mrs. Inzhu uproars in a loud sexual orgasm.
"Keep pumping your youthful loads into me." "Damn Mrs. Jin you ride harder than any cowboys in American westerns," the male cop screams from such a delightful orgasm. "So comfortable with all three well trained holes I see!" Mrs. Inzhu climbs from the bed revealing a plentiful amount of semen on her hairy twat and inside her body dripping out. "Now, you sturdy men must search for that dreadful psycho gunman at the party, and they must die for interrupting me from getting huge fat wealthy old cock in me!" "Yes, Mrs. Jin, leave it to us and the department. "Oh, and boys bring me a lesbian female cop, I could use a horny milf in a tight uniform!" She fantasizes about her Korean lesbos cop and tying her down to the bed.
"Bring the limousine around the front entrance we'll be off to her private doctor again for some form of STD cure," a male bodyguard whispers. "She's a top wealth mogul in South Korea yet collects more sexually transmitted diseases than she has billions," whatever rocks her boat a male bodyguard mocks.
"Today the Minji Export Plaza Building emerged as a mutilated blood bath of wealthy moguls, bodyguards, patrons, and businessmen," a reporter notes at the scene of the crime. "Experts have yet to reveal if the blood bath proves gang related, employee seeking revenge, or an attempt by an underworld boss or business group to rid themselves of competition?" "Our operations hindered for a now until we figure out if an underworld or business mogul premeditated an assassination on wealthy competition," a raspy female voice notes. "A possible former Triad boss could be behind this event proclaimed by the death of one wealthy patron, yet something about this brutality provides a possible new contender!"
Plum Eyes awakens from her exquisite slumber because her cousin smacks her with a pillow. "Wake up you lazy ass, it's 11:00 A.M., and food sounds yummy right now!" "Ugh, hunger pain damn, should have eaten something before bed," she complains. "Stop hitting me in the face with that pillow!" A pillow whacks the back of her head. The Korean/Chinese woman giggles. "Not you too, taking my kinky cousin's side!" "She like me better than you, Miss Grumpy Butt!"
An ear screeching alarm roars in the background. Cousin shut that blasted thing off so my cute butt will return to sleep," she whines. The Korean-Chinese woman wanders over to the alarm clock. She presses the snooze button. "What an adorable woman, and it's awesome to see her safe," Plum Eyes reflects. "Damn alarm stops me from this good dream of you carrying me," she wines. "Terrible tastes in dreams where are the massive engines, squealing tires, gun shots, wonton soup, and grunge music," Plum Eyes laughs.
Still groggy from waking up, she pinches her cheek to focus. Plum Eyes deliberates," Michiko Kwon, countless times stronger than me, far better fighter, enormous self-control, wise, maybe equal marksmanship, and reaction time with pistol to me, yet time will reveal that outcome." "Jenny Chu dangerous with martial arts, great with handguns especially revolvers, tactician, manipulator, and Triads behind her, not looking good, but that never stops me." "That young Japanese Man or the two women on the roof top maybe, my best bet."
She raids the refrigerator for whole milk and Grape Nut cereal on top. Pouring a bowl with milk the woman scarfs it down. "That's, better no more hunger feelings." "Cousin, take us out for dinner you cheap ass, and it's been four years since we dined together!" "Sure." Rain drops hammer the roof merciless, and sound of thunder roar through the dense walls. "Rain, it revitalizes my spirit, and reminds me of mother and father back in the Omaha, Nebraska," she reflects.
Plum Eyes accumulates her wardrobe for today consisting of white undershirt, baggy Korn Black t-shirt, baggy Tommy Hilfiger light blue jeans, Tommy low cut socks, White and Black Chuck Airwalks with gum bottoms, Tommy blue and white stripped boxers, and Tommy Hilfiger baggy jean jacket. She freshens up and showers rapid, yet this woman brushes her teeth exceptional dislodging the Grape Nut chunks. "Your hair's aroma of apples and your wearing Nautica men's cologne," the Korean woman inquires? This Korean-Chinese Woman cleanses her sore body, and she showers with steamy water. She confiscates resemblant clothing to Miss Plum Eyes. "Does my chest unfold petite in this attire," the Korean-Chinese woman questions? "No, you're bust validates bursting in this baggy outfit," the Korean woman states. "Dummy, she's desires to avoid attracting sexual attention to her body, you pervert, and you triumph in your wish to avoid attention," Plum Eyes rebuttals compassionate. "Cousin cease drooling over tits and respect others dufus!"
"What insinuates delicious for lunch?" "Grilled garlic chicken sandwiches, cheese curds, fries, Bulgogi, Salmon Ceasar salad, or Sukiyaki maybe," her cousin replies. "Grilled Garlic Chicken sandwiches recalls excellent today, but we'll acquire these tonight from a special place." "That works!" "Sounds delicious, and extravagant," smiles the Korean-Chinese Woman. "Kimchi and Korean Noodle Bowls, for lunch at 황금잔치 or Golden Feast," she informs. Her Plum upturned eyes peer tranquil at the two women, and she retains a poker face the entire time.
This woman collects three custom built turbocharger assembly kits. She machined the turbos and all other parts herself. Miss Plum Eyes abilities emerge as prodigy level, and these custom turbochargers increase Break Horsepower by an average of 370 to 690 depending on installation on engine type and size. Developing a custom system to cut turbo lag to near nil level proves a ludicrous feat indeed. "I loathe dealing with that upper crust airhead Mr. Yan Park and installing mediocre after-market kits into your 1988 Porsche 911 proves ignoramus," she deliberates unenthused.
She conceals her heterochromia plum upturned eyes with her favorite trusty pair of Arnette Catfish Red Mirror Sunglasses, yet this woman seizes twin Custom Silenced Beretta 92FS Inox 9mm Pistols situating them in obscure custom back holsters. Her baggy Tommy Hilfiger jean jacket eclipses these Silenced Beretta 92FS Inox Pistol exceptional. Miss Plum Eyes deposits two stainless steel M9 magazines into each snap button pocket and two additional magazines inside the right pocket of her jean jacket. She shudders her Tommy Hilfiger jean jacket adjusting the position of the Beretta M9 magazines in her side pockets. This woman eliminates unwanted bulge and rattling of the magazines against herself and other objects in her baggy jean jacket. Her cousin applies makeup to cover up Miss Plum Eyes' facial scars, and she gazes into the well-lit bathroom mirror realizing a vanished scar. "Exceptional work cousin!"
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Rouge Wines With Blood Splatters
ActionWhen absolute power reigns over the (Gu) districts of every major city in South Korea from the criminal underworld. Normal honest businesspeople and residents alike find chaos and corruption around every opportunity in acquire wealth above poverty...
