Upon hearing this, Yang Mufan's gloomy cold eyes suddenly showed his anger. In a low and hoarse voice, he asked in disbelief: "Caught it out?!"
"Yes!" Sirius's respectful and mellow male voice sounded from the receiver.
Yang Mufan's dark brown eyes suddenly narrowed, her beautiful and sexy thin lips pursed into a straight line, and the chill spread out.
Looking at the asphalt road not far away, cars were passing by. After a long silence, Yang Mufan asked: "What's going on?!"
Obviously, he didn't do anything, how could he be found out?!
Tianlang explained in detail: "When Brother Ran was on patrol in the afternoon, he happened to see a man sneaking around outside the villa. After subduing him, a large amount of unknown white powdery objects were found on his body.
.I gave it to Nishimachi for examination, and he said it was medicine for heart disease..."
…
Mu Wanqing didn't know why, but she clearly didn't have any expectations in her heart, and she always warned herself: Don't have extravagant hopes or fantasize.
However, every time Yang Mufan said nothing, she hurriedly left. Watching his back disappear completely, she felt that her heart was so lonely and miserable.
She turned her eyes to look at her son, who was lying on the bed, sleeping soundly. She gently stroked his head with her slender fingers, then lowered her head and pressed deep kisses one after another on his handsome little face...
The heavy, non-current air was filled with a strong and pungent smell of blood and a disgusting rotten stench.
In the cell, the light was very dark, except for a light bulb covered with spider webs, hanging naked in the air.
Thirty well-trained special forces soldiers, holding cold black sniper rifles, were divided into two rows in a figure-eight shape. They stood neatly and straightly at the entrance of the dungeon, watching the dungeon and the movement outside the door alertly.
Yang Mufan, dressed in sharp black clothes, sat lazily on a black cowhide sofa, crossing his long and powerful legs.
Under the dim orange light, a silver pistol that was constantly emitting bursts of cold light was flipping around in his right hand deftly.
In the dungeon, after a sharp sound of whips hitting flesh, a terrible silence fell.
"Kneel down for me——!!!" Tianhu commanded two special forces, and took a man who was beaten to pieces and covered in blood from the cross, and then roughly pushed him down at Yang Mufan's feet, and then
Tianhu stepped hard on the man's back, and then, with a ferocious face twisted and blood-red eyes, he gritted his teeth and said, "If you don't want to suffer physical pain, just be honest, otherwise... I will chop you into pieces."
Throw it into lumps and feed it to the dogs."
The dying man struggled to open his eyelids stuck with blood.
The moment he looked up and saw the man with the breathtaking black aura of death constantly emitting from his body, he couldn't help but tremble all over.
Looking from that direction, Yang Mufan was facing the backlight, and because of his deep facial features, his face melted into a shadow, making it difficult to see his expression at this moment.
However, Yang Mufan's aura is so powerful that it can make a person's soul tremble and tremble.
