[Part1·Please get into the trap]

In the winery's abandoned house, Lan Yinglong's head hood was uncovered by Xue Ming, and a bucket of cold water was poured on him. He immediately woke up from his dementia and trance.

"Who are you? Why do you tie me up?"

Mr. Lan still couldn't figure out the true intention of the enemy.

"How much does it cost? How much does it cost to buy my life? Just speak."

Xue Ming chose the address, which was reorganized and bankrupted more than ten years ago and eventually abandoned the tool room of the winery workshop. No one would come to inspect it. The night was getting darker and you could vaguely hear the movement from the basketball court of the workers' resettlement community more than a thousand meters away.

Lan Yinglong's body was transformed by blood, and the wound had stopped bleeding by itself, but the shrapnel was still in his body, and dull pain and itching were heard from his arms and thighs - forcing him to stand up and twist his waist unnaturally on the chair.

Xueming didn't say anything, held hands with his lover and sat in front of Mr. Lan.

Their hands still had plasma stains, which would be difficult to wash them clean for a while.

They sat on two chairs, both transported from the nightclub lobby. There was a small table between them, and the ashtray was upside down as a handrail. They just held each other with their fingers in contact with each other.

"Damn! What are we fighting?" Xue Ming was able to understand that, put on a night vision device, looked closer, and saw a large group of 100 meters gathering together with their backs, stiff movements, and lightly shooting with guns.

——I want the team members to approach the abandoned house immediately and search the house and clear the building.

The convoy drove away from the old street of the winery one by one—

Gunsmith: "He told you that he would bring me."

When I got the location information, I immediately summoned elite soldiers from the distant city area and temporarily ordered the 10th brothers to call out half of the armadillo hunters from [KINGDOM·Wang Tu], with a total of 170 people, and divided into eight groups to kill the winery and the abandoned house.

Takumi Ishimura: "Prove it to you."

Mr. Xue Ming cursed: "What does his mother want to do? The gunsmith? He wants you to come to see him, but you haven't come yet! But."

"Now you hope to get some news. As long as he is willing to speak, whether it is bad news or good news, you will put Jiang Xueming back to him."

Even if it is a faint flashing butterfly like President Shicun! Is there such a terrifying spiritual pressure?

Can also speak by yourself-

——The neighbors opened the window strangely, and the uncle and uncle of the basketball court also stopped at the same time, without a weak sense of hatred in their eyes.

Is it a disaster beast? Or is it an unknown and insignificant existence of my own?

"Yes, yes, yes, yes!" Wei Chengjing immediately changed his words: "You are very important! You are very important! Godfather will definitely be able to spit! Xue Ming, the old dog, will definitely give up on you! You are useless!"

——Lan Yinglong's phone really rang. I immediately felt alert and watched. I didn't have any sound except in the noisy night. I answered the phone suspiciously.

Before the words were finished—

Lan Yinglong's eyes flashed frequently—

[Part2·Big Surprise]

That was the first time Mr. Xueming heard the sound of a gunsmith, and his eyes became fierce. He changed to Japanese and cursed: "A bastard. If he dares to touch a hair of your godson."

Lan Yinglongzhen: "Hahahaha! It's so sensible and ridiculous! He killed your man and tied up your son. Now I want you to come up with Rejing?"

The driver in the back seat had a sudden eye, his mouth was narrowed, his mouth foamed and his body twitched, as if he had lost consciousness in a normal spiritual pressure environment.

In the last second, did the two groups of people have any signs? They were just covered with white shadows, like wheat that fell when the wind blew, and their bodies collapsed into mud.

I said easily and excitedly.

Lan Yinglongzhen: "Bad"

Bai Qingqing: "You doubt him."

——Can we fly?

These are two large groups stationed in the flower bed southwest of the abandoned house. The gunfire sounds are chaotic and the body can have a firefight.

"Yuwaika cares about nationality! Everyone in that city is equal! As long as he dares to eat people, it will repay him!" Jiang Xueming said confidently: "You did that to live! That is the rules of the game of Yuwaika Volcano City. Two villains."

"Can you meet?" Takumi Ishimura approached his phone with a friendly tone.

The soldiers nearby howled shrillly, as if they saw the ancient god who could be seen directly, their eyes were bleeding and tears, and they fell to the ground and almost fainted.

Takumi Ishimura: "He is Chinese, and he recognizes a Japanese as his godfather?"

Don’t think that Mr. Wei Cheng is naive. During the Seventh World War, my hometown generals thought so.

When no old lady saw the badge of the God of Love Mercy, she threw her grandson's stroller under the windshield of the rear car from the eighth floor.

Then, did Mr. Xueming hang up the phone or got in the car?

Xue Ming was quite impatient. It was not enough time to mobilize vehicles and troops. What if he had a few more steps faster and let the gunsmith run away?

——Not even a moment, I felt I was OK again.

"What does it mean to be [why do you work hard for your ruthlessness?] - Is he sowing your relationship with the gunsmith?"

Jiang Xueming: "Does your godfather have a fixed residence? If he wants to make an appointment with me, he can only doubt you!"

After about seventy seconds, an order to lift the alert was sent from the FOB radio.

The armadillo hunter has no brothers to remind Mr. Wei Cheng of bad intentions.

Wei Chengjingzhen interrupted: "You also want to see him - the gunsmith, you are very interested in him."

"You are also a victim! You are innocent!"

Jiang Xueming struggled, trying to break free from under the chair, and wanted to kneel behind Kang Que.

The nausea and dizziness came, almost forcing Mr. Xue Ming to cover his mouth and nose, and almost vomited.

Wei Chengjing: "Open the location sharing, and GPS will tell him how to go."

Those posts must register their identity when receiving vehicles and personnel entering and leaving the city. Unless we use fake documents and fake faces, how did the eyeliner of the mercy association find out that it was a gunsmith?

Lan Yinglong is so naive—

Those soldiers who have dealt with psychics are by no means the security outside the New Paris nightclub. They are the main combat power of the God of Love Mercy.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "It's all the fault of this beast Xue Ming! It's all my fault! You were forced to help me do things!"

In my freshman year, I took out Mr. Lan's cell phone from the loot, scanned my face to unlock it, and dialed the call.

When I put up the firearm inspection equipment, I must forget about all kinds of explosive bombs. One hundred and seventy people were divided into ten large groups, and I touched the abandoned house from eight of them in the same direction.

Jiang Xueming stared at her eyes, leaned forward and poked out the luster of a part of the metal object from the wrinkled skin on her neck.

"You come to see him alone." Lan Yinglong really wanted to argue: "Those people are just here to escort you, and they will do other things."

Just now, right now—

"Then outside! There is no key on your neck! The account book and vault are all outside your hands!"

We changed our bullet vests at the trunk of the car, and all the FOBs of each formation were available, and we were a professional combat team to deal with terrorist and violent groups.

"—Is the jury prepared a broken plan?" Lan Yinglong was still driving to the venue. There were no seventeen brothels in the city to conduct the accounting business inspections. I had to do it myself.

Bai Qingqing: "Don't talk nonsense."

Wei Chengjing: "You want him to come up with a warm heart - Mr. Xueming, your students, not your sister, are all outside his hands."

In this case, I'm afraid the seventeen informants around the New Paris Nightclub have not been killed yet. Yes! It should be called a punishment for the death penalty! It is a punishment for the death penalty!

When the last bit of sunlight disappeared, Xue Ming and Xiao Qi's upper bodies hid in the darkness.

——Go to the meeting alone? I will definitely do that kind of stupid thing!

When the winery was still closed, it was an important place for Yuwaika Volcano City rum.

What is the price? The price is that the price of rum is rising and the price is that the elderly in the old city of the winery watch the men go to be thieves and become prostitutes.

When the abandoned house on the internal road of Factory Street was not even 700 meters away, Lan Yinglong really wanted his brothers to get on the car and walk so as not to alarm the enemy.

The hunter has a pair of cat ears. You are in fusion with the Red Mountain Stone. You emit the terrifying pressure of a beast under you. Open the car door quickly.

Kang Que and freshman exchanged their eyes and took the key away.

"—He is bad, Lan Yinglong is real."

Lan Yinglongzhen: "There is a problem."

Jiang Xueming: "Everything is dead! Mr. Xueming!"

——Only the arrogant and ruthless personal waiter came to Mr. Xue Ming.

Did Lan Yinglong really speak? Thinking of President Wei Cheng looking at the gunsmith with a different look, I just clenched my fists and looked at the seaside scenery with a heart full of pleasure.

Lan Yinglong took a deep breath. I knew the gunsmith would come, but when I thought it would come so slowly, I had to hold the first fantasy, park the car, and walk to a secluded place on the coastal road, "How did you die?"

Takushi Ishimura: "Where is Lan Yinglong?"

"Appoint me out."

"You give him another chance to reorganize the language."

Mr. Xueming looked gloomy: "Stop it! Don't stop! Don't waste time! Come back and settle the score!"

Gunsmith: "I'm asking him to get in the car now, come to the abandoned house, and let me stay where I am."

Takuma Ishimura continued in Chinese.
To be continued...