? A quarter of an hour later, Ren Bing and Huang Pulan, who looked ashen-faced, rushed to Manhan Villa together, along with three Wuhun members.
Ren Bing frowned and glanced at the body on the ground without saying anything. He winked at the three men behind him. The three men immediately stepped forward and put Xue Jiamao's body in the prepared black body bag.
The two of them carried it and left. The other took out something that looked like a spray and sprayed it on the blood on the ground, and it was cleaned up in the blink of an eye.
Huang Pulan ran to her sister as soon as she entered the room. She checked Huang Purou's pulse with her hand, breathed a sigh of relief, then turned her head and glanced at Xu Qing, saying: "Thank you, I owe you again."
I killed you once."
Xu Qing wanted to tease her a few words, but when the words came out of his mouth, the taste changed: "It's a joke, I just happened to happen when I was peeing." After saying this, he even regretted it in his intestines, and he wanted to slap himself.
What a mouthful, damn it, just be quick, a good thing like a hero saving a beauty must have something to do with peeing!
Huang Pulan smiled bitterly and nodded. When she glanced at Wang Mi, who was still lying on the ground, her eyes flashed with cold light. It was obvious that she had murderous intentions, but she had to endure it now because she had to leave someone alive.
The whole story is explained clearly.
After dealing with the scene, Ren Bing walked up to Xu Qing, reached out and patted him on the shoulder: "Let's go, you did the right thing. If it were you, I would kill him too, because if you don't kill him,
It must be you who dies."
Xu Qing laughed and said, "You have to take care of it if you encounter her. I can't just watch her get fucked!"
After hearing this, Huang Pulan's body suddenly trembled. She bit her lip, but in the end it didn't matter. She bowed and carried her sister on her back and left.
Ren Bing waved to En Deli and others to go out first, then patted Xu Qing's shoulder and said: "Good guy, you have caused such trouble just after you came here. It seems that our fifth team is really going to become famous this time."
Xu Qing couldn't understand what Ren Bing said, so he whispered: "What are you talking about about becoming famous? Why am I so confused?"
Ren Bing reached out and patted him on the shoulder and said: "I will handle this matter. I will give you a special gift later. Let's go. I will take you to the new house to have a look. From now on, you will be considered a good friend in Wuhun Base."
Nested."
Xu Qing agreed with his chin and followed Ren Bing out of the room. Lao En drove along the road and drove around twists and turns for nearly an hour. A large forested mountain appeared in front of him, surrounded by barbed wire.
There is a winding lane that can accommodate two cars traveling parallel. There is a conspicuous warning sign on the right side of the intersection with the words "military restricted area" written on it.
The car drove directly into the mountain road and detoured for about two miles. In front of it was a group of buildings surrounded by high walls and barbed wire. There was a sentry box at the entrance, and there were actually six soldiers with live ammunition standing there.
En Deli's car drove into the restricted area without any obstruction. Xu Qing saw through the car window that there were white cement bungalows with tile roofs on both sides of the road. With his clairvoyant eyes, he saw that most of them were empty, let alone inhabited.
There was not even a single human hair to be seen.
"Boss, are you staying here?" Xu Qing finally couldn't help but ask. It would be too inferior if the Chinese Wuhun lived in such a concentration camp-style house. This place invited him with an eight-carriage sedan.
Even if you come to live, you won't be at home.
Endeli parked the car directly into a large garage. There were more than ten dark green military vehicles parked side by side, but there was no small car in sight. These three vehicles seemed a bit out of place when they entered.
Xu Qing was about to open the door and get out of the car, but was grabbed by Ren Bing beside him: "Don't be busy, it's not time to get off the car yet."
As soon as he finished speaking, a floor in front of him collapsed, forming a slope. Endeli drove the car directly down the slope. The car went down the slope and entered a two-lane tunnel. At first glance, he didn't know how many miles there were.
Deep. But one thing is certain, the Huaxia Wuhun Base is built underground, and the military restricted area above is just a cover-up.
The tunnel extended inward until it entered a huge underground parking lot. Even Xu Qing, who boasted that he was used to the big world, was startled by the large and small vehicles parked in this parking lot.
This is simply an exhibition hall of world-famous cars. From the Bugatti Veyron to the latest Aston Martin, Ferrari, Lamborghini and other famous cars can be seen everywhere. There are also some unique Chery Lucky cars, and there is even a parking space.
I bought a Harley-Davidson motorcycle, which is worth tens of millions. The cheapest one is an old Phoenix 26 bicycle, which also occupied a parking space openly.
"You despise the consumption of San Gong!" Xu Qing muttered, turning to Ren Bing: "Boss, which car is yours?"
Ren Bing smiled and pointed to the front: "Hey! That's the black Land Rover. If you like it, I'll ask my friends at the customs to send a few over. This car really doesn't cost much, otherwise it's just a monthly fee."
That salary is not even enough to pay for gas.”
Xu Qing curled his lips and said: "Pull him down! It's not easy for you to go out and get some private work based on your abilities?"
Each member of the Chinese Martial Spirit has unique skills. If you are determined to pursue wealth, you can easily get it. However, as ancient warriors, most of them are not keen on worldly wealth. What they pursue is stronger power and breaking through their own limits. Like
Young rich people like Xu Qing are a different kind of people. They are the only ones in this family who have no semicolon.
Ren Bing smiled and said: "I guess you are the richest among the Chinese martial arts. The winnings from the Oma gambling boat alone are enough to cover the expenses of the five teams for a long time. Do you want to consider donating some?"
Xu Qing rolled his eyes and said: "Why? If you kill the old devil Yamaguchi Yuo, I will give you five million."
Takeo Yamaguchi is like a thorn stuck under the skin. I don’t know when it will prick it and bleed. If this thorn can be pulled out, let alone five million, even if it costs twice as much, I will admit it. Spend money to buy one.
Comfortable and worth it.
Ren Bing smiled calmly and said, "Five million US dollars, right?"
Xu Qing blinked and found that Ren Bing had two photos in his pocket. The person on one of them was Yamaguchi Yuuo, but the old Japanese was lying on the hospital bed with his back stretched out. The second photo turned into a cemetery.
A picture of Takeo Yamaguchi is prominently printed on a tombstone.
Yamaguchi Takeo is dead. As for the means used, there is no need to delve into it. It is enough to know that Ren Bing found someone to kill him. Xu Qing smiled slightly, took out the checkbook from his pocket, wrote two times, and tore it up.
The next one was handed directly to Ren Bing.
"Take it, eight million U.S. dollars, any more is a tip."
Ren Bing was stunned, but he still took the check and said in surprise: "How did you know that the little devil was killed?" Xu Qing spread his hands and said: "Feeling!"