1834. Chapter 1834 I, Leng Zimo, will never lose my friends
"Damn it!" Locke cursed, "You are mine, how could you hurt yourself for them?!"
"If they die, I will turn into a corpse in front of your eyes and you will get nothing!" Luo Xiaoqian roared.
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London, dilapidated factory building.
Leng Zimo finally walked around to the door and carefully pushed it open.
Hearing the sound of the door being pushed open, Jiao Yang suddenly raised his face and saw Leng Zimo standing by the door. He was happy at first, and then yelled in panic.
"Don't come here, go away, go away!"
"Jiao Yang, I'm Leng Zimo!" Leng Zimo just pretended that he didn't see him clearly and shouted loudly, and the person rushed towards him.
Jiao Yang was so anxious that he yelled, "Let's go quickly..."
"I'll take you with me!" Leng Zimo strode past him, put the gun aside, and immediately began to help him untie the leather strap on his body.
Jiao Yang pushed him away, "There are surveillance cameras here, and there are bombs under the bed. Locke wants to kill you, so hurry up and leave!"
Leng Zimo took two steps back, almost falling. He raised his face, frowned at Jiao Yang, and quickly glanced under the bed.
Sure enough, the black square box under the bed flashed red, and the box was stuck to the leather cord.
Gritting his teeth, he turned around and rushed to the table nearby, opened the drawer, and looked for it.
Found a rusty pair of scissors in the corner of the drawer, Leng Zimo immediately grabbed it and ran back to Jiao Yang.
"Are you crazy? You didn't hear what I said. Let's go... let's go..." Jiao Yang just roared angrily, "What will Xiao Qian do if you die?!"
"What nonsense!" Leng Zimo also yelled, "I, Leng Zimo, will never abandon a friend!"
Jiao Yang stiffened.
Leng Zimo had already stretched out the scissors and was helping him cut the leather rope on his body.
Using all his strength, he pressed the scissors hard, and the crack that Jiao Yang originally cut on the leather cord quickly grew larger and finally broke.
Jiao Yang's body was finally free, leaving only his feet bound.
Leng Zimo immediately turned around and went to help cut the rope around his feet.
"Give it to me!" Jiao Yang sat up, "I will do the rest myself, you go first!"
Leng Zimo pushed him away and pressed the scissors hard.
Because of the excessive force just now, the scissors have been deformed. This time it was far from as smooth as before.
Jiao Yang fell on the iron frame and saw the gun casually placed by Leng Zimo. He grabbed the gun and pointed it at Leng Zimo.
"Leave now, or I'll shoot!"
"casual!"
Leng Zimo just cut the rope hard and answered without looking back.
Jiao Yang gritted his teeth in anger, and immediately turned the gun and pointed it at himself, "If you don't leave, I will commit suicide!"
Click!
The scissors with plastic handles broke because Leng Zimo exerted too much force and couldn't bear it.
Leng Zi turned his face and looked at Jiao Yang, who was pointing the gun at him, with dark eyes.
"Even if you die, I will take your body away. If you are not afraid of Xiao Qian being sad, just commit suicide!"
Looking back, he grabbed a scissor blade with his hand and threw the other scissor to Jiao Yang, "If you don't want us both to die here, come over and help!"
"Leng Zimo, you fucking bastard!"
Jiao Yang, who had always been as elegant as a gentleman, was so angry that he swore a curse word.
Despite the scolding, he finally dropped the pistol, grabbed the other half of the scissors that Leng Zimo threw over, stretched out his body, and cut the leather cord on his other foot.
