Looking at the dull Zeng Man, Qiao Lengdie said proudly: "Qian, Allen is lucky. With my current strength, I can give him some help." At this point, she suddenly changed the subject,
"By the way, Sister Man, Allen wants to see photos of the deceased's wounds..."
Zeng Man was a little annoyed when she heard this. Wasn't this forcing her to break discipline? But she felt that if she couldn't even do this little thing and couldn't help Feilun, why would she stay by his side?
Thinking of this, Zeng Man said: "Photos are not good, but if Allen comes in person, it's fine if he wants to see the body." When Qiao Lengdie heard this, the sneer at the corner of his mouth became even worse. Unexpectedly, Zeng Man also changed the subject and said: "If it's Allen
There’s no problem if you don’t want to come, because I remember what the wound looked like, and I can describe it to him completely..."
Qiao Lengdie waved her hand and interrupted: "Sister Man, come on, although you are a forensic doctor, your vision when observing wounds is far worse than Allen..."
"Then I can sketch the wounds realistically, right?" Zeng Man finally couldn't help but counterattacked, "Didn't Allen tell you that I was still majoring in painting until I graduated from college. Sketching is my strength. In fact, it was originally
There was a time when I planned to stay in school and teach painting."
These words made Qiao Lengdie's stomach hurt. She snorted coldly and said, "In that case, let's go home. Allen is waiting for us to have dinner!"
It has to be said that she emphasized the word "family" very hard, which made Zeng Man very unhappy, but it was really hard to get angry, because if the squeeze continued, they would soon reach the limit of what they both could endure.
On the road, in the car.
Looking at Qiao Lengdie who was staring straight ahead in the driver's seat, Zeng Man couldn't help but said softly: "Lengdie, you are such a good girl, why do you want to get together with Feilun?"
Hearing this, Qiao Lengdie suddenly braked, turned around and scolded: "What do you mean? If you don't want me to escort you, just get out of the car!"
Zeng Man opened his mouth slightly and was about to defend. Qiao Lengdie said again: "What do you mean by getting mixed up? It makes Allen seem like a bad guy. Let me tell you, Allen is a good guy. If you even think about this,
If you don’t know clearly, why should you talk about trying to prove evidence to him? It’s just delusion!”
Zeng Man was choked up by the words, but she also had a temper, and immediately sneered: "If you hang out with so many women, can you be considered a good person?"
When Qiao Lengdie heard this, she jokingly said: "No one forces you to be with Allen? If you don't want to, you can break up with him now. I wish you all!" These words immediately pushed Zeng Man to the south wall.
That's right, they didn't force you. You were with Feilun voluntarily. Can you blame him? Zeng Man recalled this feeling and smiled bitterly, but she didn't want to admit that she was at the Wanhua Clock Hotel that day.
The mess with Failun was just a one-night stand. After all, before the two of them got involved, Zeng Man had more or less accumulated feelings for Failun.
Seeing Zeng Man in a daze, Qiao Lengdie urged: "Are you going to get out of the car or not?"
Zeng Man sat still, Qiao Lengdie chuckled and said, "Then I can drive."
After entering Repulse Bay Road, Qiao Lengdie saw that Zeng Man was still in a trance, as if he was a little lost. Finally, he couldn't help but relented and said: "Sister Man, I actually envy you..."
"Um?"
Only half of the words made Zeng Man turn his head and look at Qiao Lengdie in astonishment.
A wry smile escaped from the corner of her elegant mouth. Qiao Lengdie whispered: "At least you and Allen rolled into the same bed."
"Have you not……"
"Sister Man, I'm still a virgin, didn't you, the forensic doctor, see that?"
Zeng Man rolled his eyes when he heard this and said: "Then you..."
"You want to ask me what I want, right? I don't want anything. If Allen hadn't rescued me from the casino, I would have lost my virginity to Yan Xiaoxi, so I am his, it's that simple, wunderstand?"
"Yan Xiaoxi, that's what you're talking about..."
Qiao Lengdie smiled bitterly again and said: "Even if you are not familiar with Yan Xiaoxi, you should have heard of his father Yan Xingnan!"
Zeng Man suddenly stopped talking, because she knew very well that Qiao Lengdie had been with Feilun for several months, and she still had such thoughts, but he didn't touch her, and it was clear what his character was.
Unknowingly, Zeng Man's fondness for Feilun increased in her heart, but if she knew that Feilun had already made a dirty plan to wait for Qiao Lengdie's Wusha Qi to enter the seventh level before picking peaches, she would definitely be angry.
Eat its meat.
As a result, by mistake, Zeng Man and Qiao Lengdie got to know each other better, and their relationship became relatively harmonious. Naturally, the two women returned to Fei's house and behaved harmoniously during the dinner, which made Feilun
Very surprised.
Kuala Lumpur International Airport.
Jiang Qiyang was indeed detained when he came out of the customs. He could only call Jiang Zhan.
"Second uncle, I don't know why. I passed the customs in Hong Kong, but the people at the airport here insisted that my passport was forged."
"Have you arrived in Kuala Lumpur?"
"yes!"
"at the airport?"
"yes!"
"Then you stay at the airport and I'll find someone to come over and help you handle it."
"Okay, thank you uncle!"
On the way to the airport, there is an old seven-story building on the top floor.!
"Will, listen, the old guy said that he found someone to deal with it, so he probably won't leave the nest." The bearded Tyrek grinned, "It seems that this time, we can only open up.
It’s time to kill!”
Will (see 269), a white man who was as strong as Stallone, glared at him evilly and scolded him: "You fat guy, you can't use your brain. Isn't it possible that your pair of vents are filled with shit? Forge a passport."
Being caught red-handed is not a trivial matter. The old guy's suggestion of finding someone to handle it was just an excuse. He would have to take action himself to completely settle the matter..."
Tyrik was stunned for a moment, and then said excitedly: "Boss, do you mean that the old guy will pass by on the highway outside?"
Seeing Tyrek, a war madman, looking like he had been beaten to death, Will frowned and said, "Why are you so excited? We are not at war right now! Besides, if you start here, don't you think you can die quickly enough? Or
Do you want me to travel to Sri Lanka with you?”
"Then what do you mean..."
"According to the boss's instructions, he hired a group of people to assassinate the old guy. All we need to do is see the target wiped out with our own eyes." Will briefly explained the plan, "Of course, if those people don't get it done,
In the end, it was up to the two of us to do it ourselves.
Glancing at the afterglow through the window behind him, Tyreke said in surprise: "No, is it true that we are just going to watch the show tonight?"
Will glared at him and said: "I estimate that another group of people will attack soon, so if they don't get things done, tonight is the most dangerous and most advantageous time for us to kill the old guy."
Hearing this, Tyreke, who had always been bold and bold, was really shocked: "Boss, you mean, the people hired by the boss will do something at the airport?"
"Of course, because they are professionals..."
When Tyrik heard this, he became angry and said unconvinced: "We are also professionals? Why not..."
"Killer!" Will spat out the last word calmly, and Tyrek immediately felt like a deflated rubber ball, and his whole body wilted. As the saying goes, there are specialties in the art, they are just professional mercenaries, not professional killers.
Although they know a lot of assassination methods, and Will has received special training from Faerun in private, it is better to leave this kind of thing to more professional killers. After all, even if they have learned those assassination techniques, they still have to be prepared to do it.
To use it perfectly in practice, it must become an instinct. Will, who has been wandering on the battlefield for a long time, obviously does not have this.
As for the heavy firepower player Tyrek, he does not have this point. But when the meaty Tyrek was a little lost, Will, who was responsible for the observation, suddenly said: "The old guy is here!"
"Where?"
Tyrik immediately became energetic, picked up the scope at hand, and leaned on the window edge to look towards the end of the road. Sure enough, a convoy came in the direction opposite to the airport. The four cars in front and behind were all Lincolns, and the water was dark.
, the absolute momentum is like a rainbow.
At this time, Will had clearly seen the license plate number of the Lincoln in front of him through the scope, and his face suddenly became a little ugly: "Damn, it's the Kuala Lumpur Municipal Government's car, and the two cars in the middle are the target's family cars."
Tyreke didn't know as much information as Will, but he laughed when he heard this: "This is not good, let me see how the so-called professional killers make money."
Will glared at him but said nothing, because he also wanted to see what the other group of people was capable of.
It is worth mentioning that although Tyrik is usually like a fool, he is quite keen on war matters. His scope does not follow the convoy all the time. Instead, he looks around, trying to find out what is hidden in the dark.
The killers everywhere.
The same was true for Will, who soon heard his reminder: "Ten o'clock, on the road!"
Tyrek immediately pointed the camera to his left side and looked down at the road diagonally: "Damn, these killers are so sinister that they actually inserted tire spikes. Do you want to do some more high-altitude bombings?"
The so-called tire spikes are actually a small equilateral triangle in the middle with long steel needles on the four corners. They should have first appeared on the battlefield to resist U.S. aggression and aid Korea. At that time, most of the logistics supplies of the Volunteer Army were transported by cars, so the U.S. military put them
This kind of nails are air-dropped on the road, waiting for the transport vehicle to blow out a tire, and then bombing it to cut off the volunteer army's logistical support. It can be described as extremely insidious.
However, the purpose of the killers was obviously not that simple. Before Jiang Zhan's motorcade arrived, a car coming from the airport was hit by a tire spike and left on the road.
After Jiang Zhan, who was in the third car, heard the news, he ordered the convoy to change the road from afar and drove into a fork road not far away, intending to go around to the main road on the other side.
Seeing this scene, Will couldn't help but wonder: "Isn't it? This is obviously a trap waiting for him. Is the old guy so easy to be fooled?"