Ling Qingshuang dialed the phone number left to her by Leng Yan at that time, and she was considered to be in a hurry to seek medical treatment. In fact, she had no hope.
"Is it you?" A slightly excited voice came from the other end of the phone. Ling Qingshuang was slightly stunned. She thought she had called the wrong one, so she looked at the number on the other side and confirmed that she had not made the wrong one, regardless of whether the other party could help.
He hurriedly said, "Is it Chekov?"
"I am, who are you? Why do you have this phone number?" Chekov on the other end of the phone asked in confusion. "It was given to me by a friend. If I ask me to come to you when I encounter any trouble, I ask you to help me..."
Ling Qingshuang quickly said it.
"You are holding on for a while, we will arrive soon." Qikov said solemnly after hearing Ling Qingshuang's words.
When the phone hung up, Chekov suddenly looked up and saw that there were many people gathering in front of the phone. Facing the hopeful gaze of everyone, he shook his head bitterly and said, "It's not Di Tian... it's him a friend,
When I encountered danger and a crisis in Queens, I launched the Hidden Gate Order and asked all the personnel in Queens to quickly rush to the Fela Hotel to rescue a girl named Ling Qingshuang..."
In less than a minute, Chekov gave the order, and they also boarded the helicopter and rushed there...
Although it was not a call from Di Tian, it was the only time in the past six years that Di Tian indirectly told them to do, so everyone seemed very excited.
In Queens, a white young man who was parking a car on the street felt a shock in his cell phone. He took it out and saw that the screen of the phone read: Hidden Gate Order, rushed to the Feila Hotel in Queens
, Rescue Ling Qingshuang!
The white young man's eyes widened as soon as he saw the text message, his professional smile gradually faded, and then an inexplicable look appeared: after six years, the Hidden Sect Order was launched again, and it was Di Tian who wanted to come back.
Will you reorganize the Heavenly Court again?
Thinking of this, the white young man became energetic. The towel on his shoulder suddenly pulled off, the parking banana was torn off, and he rushed towards the target...
In the same Queens, a young black man drinking in a bar also saw this text message. His excited eyes turned red, his five fingers trembled slightly, and the glass cup was pinched and turned into glass fragments scattered, and a trace of blood was drawn from his palm.
It dripped, but he seemed to have not realized it and rushed out of the bar in one step.
On the road, a young man driving with a female companion also received a message. After reading it, he suddenly stepped on the brakes and sniffed. The car pulled over and stopped. He quickly bypassed the body of the car, and the female companion was puzzled.
After struggling, he pulled him out of the car, got into the car and shot out with a "whisper" sound...
The same scene took place in every corner of Queens.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Cars are rushing towards us, and bright headlights shine the Queens as bright as daytime.
One by one, from the car and from every corner, more than a dozen people gathered in just ten minutes, and more people were coming...
"I know Ling Qingshuang. He is a famous model of Ouya. There is a banquet here today. We rushed in to save people..." A young man dressed in a waiter suddenly said, and then more than a dozen people rushed to the Fela Hotel.
Bang!
A figure fell from the sky and fell on a car, smashing the body of the car down. Everyone looked in the sound and saw a woman lying on her back on a large piece of the car, blood flowing down the body.