Chapter 358 The Sailing Race [29] A performance that belongs only to Mo Qing
In the afternoon, the dark clouds in the sky dispersed, the red sun hung in the west, and the sunset was rendered red.
The red dot displayed on the navigation is getting closer and closer.
On both sides of the road, there are large maple trees, with fallen leaves all over the ground, brilliant red.
"The scenery here has not changed."
Mo Qing still had time to enjoy the surrounding scenery.
The road is rough.
She's also not afraid of driving her car into a ditch.
Jiang Ke said casually: "Why have you been everywhere?"
Mo Qing said leisurely: "It's a joke. With a fighting force like mine that is rare in the world, I can be found on every battlefield. I can be found in all the good mountains and rivers across the country."
It sounds like I'm going on a trip.
Jiang Ke subconsciously wanted to complain about her.
——Blowed non-stop.
However, before he could say anything, the vehicle that appeared in front attracted Jiang Ke's attention.
Mo Qing also noticed it, turned the steering wheel, drove the car behind the van in front, and stopped.
"I'll go take a look."
Mo Qing unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car without any delay.
Jiang Ke followed.
The van was parked on the side of the road, but it was empty, no one was there.
However, the model, appearance, and license plate number of the car are all exactly the same as the information given by Shen Qi.
Mo Qing glanced at the car.
When she moved away, she noticed the car's rear view mirror. She paused, curled her lips and said with a smile: "It seems that they are really aiming at me."
Jiang Ke's expression condensed and he looked around with his peripheral vision.
In the woods on both sides, many figures appeared. It was roughly estimated that there were ten or twenty people. They all had weapons in their hands and were approaching them with serious expressions.
Jiang Ceng was just trying to figure out how many people he could deal with, when suddenly he looked up and saw Mo Qing taking out a cell phone.
Then she called Hoss.
Jiang Ke: "..."
"Hello."
As soon as the phone call came through, Mo Qing spoke.
"Did you do it?" Hoss asked.
He had Mo Qing's position and knew that Mo Qing had stopped.
"Get ready to take action," Mo Qing put his hands on the roof of the van, glanced around, and said softly, "I want to give you a report."
Hoss only said: "Remember the bottom line, the second team will clean up the mess for you."
"OK."
After receiving Hoss's promise, Mo Qing hung up the phone with confidence.
By this time, the two of them were already surrounded.
These people all carried machetes or sticks in their hands, and some of them had guns on their waists. Each of them had a strong murderous aura all over their body, and they seemed to be professionals.
"Should you be more sensible and follow us obediently, or should you get beaten up by us and then follow us?"
A man came out and said to Mo Qing in a sultry voice.
His eyebrows were full of arrogance and disdain.
His eyes were like looking at ants.
Mo Qing's lips curled up slightly, and she replied unhurriedly: "Is there no other choice?"
The man sneered.
He winked at the person next to him.
The group of people were about to take action, but before they could take a step, they saw a gust of wind on the ground, and an afterimage flashed across their field of vision.
Mo Qing, who was leaning against the van, suddenly stepped in front of the man.
But the man didn't show any signs of panic.
His hand seemed to move very casually, blocking Mo Qing's fist.
"It's interesting." A sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of the man's mouth, and every word he spoke seemed to be declaring Mo Qing's fate, "But no matter how good you are, you can't escape."
"Who are you interested in?"
Mo Qing seemed to have heard a joke.
The man was provoked, his eyes turned cold, and he clenched his fingers, trying to grab Mo Qing's fist.
However, Mo Qing just raised his eyebrows, and the man suddenly flew into the air as if he had received a violent impact. He flew seven to eight meters and did not stop until he hit a tree.
A melee is about to break out.
Everyone raised their swords and came forward.
When they rushed up, Mo Qing's residual image flashed and seemed to disappear out of thin air.
Everyone was collectively stunned.
?
What kind of magic is this?!
The evening wind was blowing on the road. I don't know when the wind blew stronger, and the maple leaves fell and flew in the air.
A man with a fat head and big ears flew out like a kite with its string cut off.
It was only then that they caught Mo Qing's figure - she appeared behind the man at some unknown time!
Someone was holding a machete and slashed at Mo Qing very fast. Mo Qing easily ducked past him and raised his hand to hold the man's wrist.
The man stared at Mo Qing with a fierce expression.
Mo Qing lazily raised his eyes, and when he exerted force with his fingers, the man's wrist was crushed to pieces.
Then, Mo Qing raised his hand as if casually, and the man flew out again.
Immediately afterwards——
One after another, people flew out.
Jiang Ke: "..."
This is somewhat outrageous.
At this moment, seeing his usually strong partners being killed by Mo Qing one after another, he finally set his target on Jiang Ke.
Someone rushed towards Jiang Ke in a few steps.
Just as Jiang Ke was about to hide, he felt a gust of wind blowing by. Almost in the blink of an eye, someone stood in front of him.
It's Mo Qing.
Mo Qing stretched out two fingers and pinched the visitor's machete.
The visitor was immediately dumbfounded.
He struggled to pull the knife out.
However, the knife didn't move at all.
Mo Qing sneered: "Are you blind? If you can't hit such a big target like me, is there any point in swinging a knife at him?"
"..."
The visitor did not dare to say anything.
Mo Qing used two fingers to pinch the machete in half.
It's as if the knife is made of sugar.
When everyone saw this, they were already numb, and they all wanted to retreat.
However, no one can escape.
Jiang Ke stood there, motionless. He looked at the fleeing people and Mo Qing, who was fighting in the jungle like a ghost, as if he was watching a show.
