"What's the sound?" When Chen Chong and others heard this, their expressions changed.
Qin Fan also heard the messy footsteps outside. At this time, Zhao Lin hurriedly said: "Boss, let me go and take a look."
As he said that, he was about to open the door and go out, but at this moment Qin Fan shook his head and said, "It should be fine. The footsteps outside don't sound like those from the troops in Kyoto, and they are not that fast."
After all, he had dealt with these soldiers in Kyoto quite a lot, and Qin Fan knew their footsteps to some extent.
In fact, people walk the same way, but people in each industry walk differently. Others may not be able to hear it, but Qin Fan can.
At this time, Zhao Lin was stunned and asked in confusion: "Can the boss judge the sound of footsteps?"
"Yes," Qin Fan nodded. He looked at the two of them and seemed to still have doubts. Then Qin Fan stood up and said, "Okay, you guys are here, I'll go take a look."
As he said that, he stood up and opened the door gently. Qin Fan saw seven or eight people in the corridor. Some of them were carrying cameras, and there were also women in scantily clad clothes. The buns were big, but their looks were ordinary.
Qin Fan suddenly understood that these people must be making a small movie about an island country.
At this time, Zhao Lin couldn't help but curiously leaned over and looked at these people. Then he asked in confusion: "Boss, what are they filming?"
Qin Fan made a sound, took a look and said: "They must be making small movies in the island country, but these people's crews are relatively poor, so they are shooting small movies or something like that."
Upon hearing Qin Fan's explanation, Chen Chong and Chen Chong suddenly felt embarrassed. For traditional people like them, this was a bit unacceptable.
"Okay," take a good rest first, Qin Fan waved his hand and said, "That Lingchuan Matsushita guy from Kyoto is probably here, but if they want to find us, it will take some time."
"Yes," Chen Chong couldn't help but be happy looking at the prosthetic arm he had attached.
He stood up and said: "Boss, let's rest for a while. If they come to our door then, we won't be afraid. We will work together to kill them. Now Lao Zhao and I are almost good."
Qin Fan smiled and patted the other party's shoulder, and then he said: "Okay, you guys can rest." After saying that, Qin Fan went directly back to the room next door. After arriving, he looked at the room with some simple facilities.
, Qin Fan didn't feel sleepy at all at this moment.
At this time, a woman's scream could still be heard from next door, as well as some unpleasant sounds coming from the corridor.
Qin Fan sighed, thinking that if he came to visit an island country, he would be happy to see how they make island country movies.
But now, he is on the verge of a life-or-death escape, and everything seems extremely dangerous.
"I wonder how my sister is doing?" Qin Fan murmured to himself. He didn't dare to call China easily now, after all, he was worried that the island country would eavesdrop.
Immediately, Qin Fan lay down and just took out his mobile phone. At this time, a strange phone call suddenly came. Qin Fan was stunned, and then he cautiously answered the call and asked who?
"It's me, brother, Song Bingwen!" came the voice from the other party.
Upon hearing Song Bingwen's voice, Qin Fan suddenly became excited. He sat up directly from Simmons. Qin Fan glanced out of the window, and suddenly he pulled down the curtains. Qin Fan then asked: "Brother Wen."
, how are you doing?"
At this time, Song Bingwen told Qin Fan that although they encountered some dangers on their way back to China, they finally arrived in China safely.
Upon hearing this, Qin Fan suddenly became happy. As long as his sister could return safely, he felt that he would be willing to die in this island country.
Suddenly he hurriedly smiled and said: "Thank you, Brother Wen. If it weren't for you, I guess I wouldn't be able to move forward."
Song Bingwen shook his head and said: "Brother, if you say this, you are too polite. You didn't help me much before. Now that I can help you, I am very happy."
As he spoke, Song Bingwen's tone became serious, "So how are you doing over there now?"
Qin Fan gave a bitter smile. He raised his head and looked at the house in front of him. Qin Fan smiled and consoled him: "Everything is pretty good, not that down and out."
Song Bingwen knew Qin Fan's strength. To be honest, it was not easy to escape frequently on his territory.
Song Bingwen nodded immediately and said to Qin Fan: "Brother, I'm calling you this time because I have something to tell you."
Immediately, he told Qin Fan.
After he finished speaking, Qin Fan realized that now the Chinese countries had come forward and negotiated with the island country, but there was no progress in the negotiations, so the Chinese side planned to take a tough stance to save people.
When the time comes, no matter what kind of help Qin Fan needs, he will call this number. When the time comes, China will spare no effort to help Qin Fan return safely.
Upon hearing what Song Bingwen said, Qin Fan felt a little moved. No matter when, the country would never forget him.
Qin Fan immediately nodded and said: "I understand, Brother Wen, don't worry, I will call you when I need your help."
Song Bingwen nodded and said yes, and asked Qin Fan if there was anything else he needed to do.
Qin Fan thought for a moment and then said: "Brother Wen, there is one more thing."
Immediately, he asked Song Bingwen to go to his home in Maixiang Village to see Qin Fan's parents.
Firstly, he asked Song Bingwen to tell his parents that he had something to do when he went out this time and would be back when the time came, so that his family would not have to worry. Secondly, it was to appease his family's mood.
He knew in his heart that if he went out for a long time, his parents would be worried to death, especially his mother.
After the earthquake relief work, Qin Fan didn't dare to travel far away. Even if he did go out, it would only be for a short time.
Upon hearing what Qin Fan said, Song Bingwen nodded and said, "Brother, don't worry, I'll go back and see our parents. Just take care of yourself. You must be careful there!"
Qin Fan nodded and smiled and said he understood, and then hung up the phone. But at this time, Qin Fan suddenly felt full of confidence. He felt that this time with China, he had nothing to fear!
Although sometimes he actually complains about some things in China.
But to be honest, every country has its problems, but China is still very good.
After putting down the phone, Qin Fan lay down and prepared to rest for a while, when suddenly he felt a sharp murderous aura.
Qin Fan's face suddenly darkened, and he stood up quickly. Qin Fan stood at the window and opened the curtains to look around. At this time, he found that seven or eight islanders with murderous auras on their bodies were slowly approaching the small hotel!
"Not good!" Qin Fan frowned. He thought for a moment, and then Qin Fan hurriedly knocked on the door of Chen Chong's room.