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Act.6 Pump ItCome on

[Part1·Please enter the urn]

In the abandoned building of the winery, Lan Yinglong's hood was removed by Xueming, and a bucket of cold water was poured on him, and he immediately woke up from his trance-like state.

"Who are you? Why did you tie me up?"

Mr. Lan still can't figure out the enemy's true purpose.

"How much does it cost? How much does it cost to buy my life? Just ask."

The address Xueming chose was a winery workshop and tool room that was restructured and bankrupted more than ten years ago and was eventually abandoned. No one would come to inspect it. As the night got darker, you could vaguely hear the workers' resettlement community more than a thousand meters away.

Movement from the basketball court.

Lan Yinglong's body had been transformed through blood donation, and the wound had stopped bleeding on its own. However, the shrapnel still remained in the body, and there was dull pain and itching in his arms and thighs - forcing him to straighten and twist unnaturally in the chair.

Xueming said nothing, holding hands with her lover and sitting in front of Mr. Lan.

Their hands are still stained with plasma, and it will be difficult to clean them for a while.

They sat on two chairs, both of which were brought from the nightclub lobby. There was a small table between them, and the ashtrays were turned upside down as armrests. Their fingers were intertwined, and their hearts of steel touched each other.

"Damn it! What are we fighting?" Xue Ming thought for sure. He put on his night vision goggles and looked closer. He saw a large group of people a hundred meters away gathered back to back, their movements stiff.

Easy gun shooting.

——I want the team members to approach the abandoned house immediately and search the house and clear the building.

The convoy drove out of the old street of the winery one by one——

Gunsmith: "He told you that he would bring others with him."

When I got the location information, I immediately summoned the elite soldiers in the distant city, temporarily transferred ten brothers, and called out half of the armadillo hunters from [KINGDOM·王地], a total of 170 people, divided into eight groups.

Kill towards the abandoned building of the winery.

Ishimura Taku: "I'll prove it to you."

Mr. Xueming scolded: "What does he want to do? A gunsmith? He wants you to come to see him, and you haven't come yet! But..."

"Now you hope to get some news. As long as he is willing to speak, no matter it is bad news or good news, you will put Jiang Xueming back to him."

Even a weak Morpho like President Ishimura has no such terrifying spiritual pressure!

I can also say it myself——

——The neighbors opened their windows curiously, and the uncles and uncles on the basketball court also stopped in unison, with no strong hatred in their eyes.

Is it a disaster beast? Or is it another unknown and small existence?

"Yes, yes, yes! Yes, yes!" Wei Chengjing immediately changed his mind: "You are very important! You are very important! Godfather will definitely bah! This old dog Xueming will definitely give up on you! You are very useless!"

——Lan Yinglong’s phone actually rang. I immediately alerted Qi Shang to see if there was any sound except in the noisy night. I answered the phone suspiciously.

Before he finished speaking——

Lan Yinglong's true eyes flashed frequently——

[Part2·Big surprise]

That was the first time Mr. Xueming heard the gunsmith's voice, and his eyes became fierce. He cursed in Japanese: "You bastard. If he dares to touch a hair of your godson."

Lan Yinglongzhen: "Hahahaha! How capable and ridiculous! He killed your people and tied up your son. Now he wants you to come up?"

The driver in the back seat had bulging eyes, turned his head upward and opened his mouth, foaming at the mouth and twitching, as if he had lost consciousness in a normal spiritual pressure environment.

In the last second, the two groups of people showed no signs of anything. They were just shrouded in a white shadow, like wheat that fell over when blown by a strong wind, and their bodies collapsed on their knees and turned into mud.

I said easily and excitedly.

Lan Yinglongzhen: "bad"

Bai Qingqing: "You doubt him."

——Can we fly?

These were two large groups stationed in the flower bed southwest of the abandoned house. There was a chaos of gunfire, and there could be an exchange of fire.

"Euwaka cares about nationality! Everyone in that city is equal! As long as he dares to eat people! It will reward him!" Jiang Xueming said with confidence: "You did that just to survive! That's Ewka volcano

The rules of the city's game. Two villains"

"Can you two meet?" Ishimura Taku leaned close to the phone and spoke in a friendly tone.

The soldiers nearby were howling miserably. If they saw the ancient god who could look directly at them, their eyes would burst into tears, and they would fall to their knees and almost faint.

Ishimura Taku: "He is Chinese, and he accepts a Japanese as his godfather?"

Don't think Mr. Wei Cheng is naive. During the Seventh World War, the generals of my homeland thought the same way.

When an old lady saw the emblem of the Cupid Mercy Society, she threw her grandson's stroller from the eighth floor into the windshield of the car behind her as a throwing prop.

Then, did Mr. Xueming hang up the phone or get in the car——

Xueming was quite patient. It took a lot of effort to mobilize the vehicles and troops. What if he took a few steps faster and the gunsmith ran away?

——In just a moment, I felt like I could do it again.

"What do you mean [Why do you work so hard for Ao Hong Mingde?] - Is he trying to sow discord between you and the gunsmith?"

Jiang Xueming: "Does your godfather have a fixed residence? If he wants to meet me, he can only doubt you!"

About seventy seconds later, the order to lift the alert came from the FOB radio station.

There is no brother among the armadillo hunters who reminds Mr. Wei Cheng with bad intentions.

Wei Chengjingzhen interrupted: "You also want to see him - the gunsmith, you are very interested in him."

"You are a victim too! You are innocent!"

Jiang Xueming struggled, trying to get out from under the chair and kneel behind Kang Que.

Nausea and dizziness hit him, almost forcing Mr. Xueming to cover his mouth and nose and almost vomit.

Wei Chengjing: "Turn on location sharing, and the GPS will tell him how to go."

Those outposts that receive incoming and outgoing vehicles and personnel must register their identities. Unless we used fake IDs and fake faces, how did the informants of the Charity Society find out that we were gunsmiths?

Lan Yinglong is really so naive——

Those soldiers who have dealt with psychics are not the security guards outside the New Paris nightclub. They are rotten fish and shrimps. They are the main combat force of the Eros Mercy Society.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "It's all the fault of this beast Xueming! It's all my fault! You were forced to help me!"

Freshman took out Mr. Lan's mobile phone from the trophies, swiped his face to unlock it, and made a call.

After taking off the firearms inspection equipment and forgetting all kinds of explosive bombs, the 170 people were divided into ten large groups and went to the abandoned house from eight different directions.

Jiang Xueming narrowed his eyes, raised his head and poked out a part of the metallic luster from the wrinkled skin on his neck.

"You came to see him alone." Lan Yinglong really wanted to argue: "Those people are just here to escort you, they will do other things."

Right now, right now -

"Well! You don't have the key around your neck! The ledger and the treasury are all in your hands!"

We changed out of our bulletproof vests at the trunk of the car. The FOBs of each formation are fully equipped. They are professional combat teams for dealing with terrorist groups.

"——Are the judges ready?" Lan Yinglong was still driving to the venue. There were not 17 brothels in the city that had to inspect the accounting business, and I had to do it myself.

Bai Qingqing: "Don't talk nonsense."

Wei Chengjing: "You want him to come up - Mr. Xueming, your students, not even your sister, are all out of his hands."

In this way, I am afraid that the seventeen informants around the New Paris Nightclub have not been killed yet! They should be called Fu Fa Shou! They are Fu Fa Shou!

When the last bit of sunlight disappeared, the upper bodies of Xueming and Xiaoqi hid in the darkness.

——Going to a meeting alone? I would definitely do that kind of stupid thing!

When that distillery was still closed, it was an important producer of Euka Volcano City rum.

What is the price? The price is that the price of rum has gone up, and the price is that the old people in the old town where the distillery is located have to watch their sons become thieves and prostitutes.

When the abandoned house on the inner road of Factory Street was less than 700 meters away, Lan Yinglong really asked the brothers to get in the car and walk to avoid alerting the enemy.

The King Hunter has a pair of cat ears. You remain fused with the red mountain stone, exuding the terrifying coercion of the evil beast under your body. Open the car door quickly.

Kang Que and Da Yi exchanged glances, then took away the key.

"——He is bad, Lan Yinglong is true."

Lan Yinglongzhen: "There is a problem."

Jiang Xueming: "They are all dead! Mr. Xueming!"

——Only the proud and virtuous personal waiter came to Mr. Xueming.

Lan Yinglong really didn't say anything. Thinking of President Wei Cheng's special regard for the gunsmith, I just clenched my fists and looked at the seaside scenery willingly.

Lan Yinglong took a deep breath. I knew the gunsmith would come, but I didn't expect it to come so slowly. I had to hold on to my last fantasy, park the car, and walk to a secluded place on the seaside road. "How did you die?"

"

Ishimura Taku: "Where is Lan Yinglong really?"

"Ask me out."

"You give him another chance to reorganize the language."

Mr. Xueming said with a sullen face: "Keep driving! Don't stop! Don't waste time! Let's settle the score later!"

Gunsmith: "Please get in the car now and go to the abandoned house and let the others stay where they are."

Ishimura Taku continued in Chinese.

——The God of Love will buy the factory, stop the sugar cane raw materials, close the low-temperature distillation workshop, and close the missing factory buildings. Provide rest for the employees, give us the maximum living allowance, and repair the basketball court and

Senior Activity Center.

As long as the gunsmith can be killed, Chairman Ishimura will definitely understand who is weaker, who is more beautiful, and who is more worthy of attention!

That's what Wei Cheng Wenni said to Xueming. If there is a path, life will naturally find another way out. People always have to survive. We are willing to do anything for a bite to eat.

"Gunsmith! What is he doing?!" Wei Chengjing screamed and yelled into the phone.

——Wei Cheng threw out a packaging bag.

"He said just now." Ishimura Taku held his chin and leaned back, "Even if he dies, no one will take over his work."

"New Paris was bombed by them. If the informants in the neighborhood haven't reported the news yet,"

——Lan Yinglong really felt the weak spiritual energy fluctuations, and a terrifying coercion burst out from the area where the firefight occurred. It was like a small sea stirring the tide, and finally brought that power to the coast, and photographed me

under the face.

Jiang Xueming: "Mobile phone! Give me your mobile phone! You can contact us!"

Only the sound of breathing could be heard in the dark night, and the mountain-like mental pressure almost crushed Lan Yinglong. He began to scream hysterically.

Xueming was not a Morpho butterfly yet, and could still resist the intrusion of spiritual pressure. My eyes were bloodshot, and I finally ended my peace talks and begged for mercy.

There was a small shark doll tied under the hostage chair. Jiang Xueming had been transferred early.

"Little waiter."

Nothing is killing my soldiers! This thing is definitely human! Is there any psyker that can burst out that level of spiritual pressure?

As long as the gunsmith can be killed, the menus sent to the guests must be taken back, which is also rude.

Ishimura Taku: "You told me in advance that the outside view was wrong. He must have brought someone else with him."

I didn’t think about it less, but it wasn’t weird——

Wei Chengjingzhen: "With his sister? President Ishimura didn't originally want to entrust you with elite soldiers to remove his sister from your soul power - but that shameless bastard of his actually killed him."

"He wants you to pick up Yinglong in person? Lan Yinglong became really excited: "Where is the location?"

Ten seconds passed——

Rum was a cheap and bad treasure to sailors and the shipping trade—

Ishimura Taku: "He came alone?"

There were only 78 people in the vanguard team. The leading group threw flash bombs into the house and immediately broke down the door to guard the house with guns.

What Ishimura and the weakling mentioned repeatedly is not to provoke the gunsmith. But if you can strike first and kill the gunsmith, will you be able to avoid anything?

The BOSS jumped off the king hunter's shoulder, and was led by the charioteer himself, arriving at the Volcano City of Uwaka.

Kang Que clicked on the hands-free button on his phone——

"Please calm down, Mr. Xueming." Ishimura Taku said in a gentle tone, reminding Mr. Xueming.

"You should be the one who is angry, you should be the one who is relaxed and excited, and it should be him, Wei Cheng."

The gunfire shot toward the withered trees farther away, and the bullets hit the stone walls and tiles of the factory building.

Halfway through his words, Wei Chengcheng saw a huge shadow in the car window, revealing a pair of golden pupils, staring straight into the car.

I held my head and rubbed my temples, and I felt like bugs had retreated from the outside of my cerebellum, gnawing at the essence of my skull. That feeling of comfort almost drove me into a state of complete madness.

The weak psychic fluctuations had not distorted the electromagnetic signal, and the mobile phone had stopped working.

"My mother is rebelling!" The driver's face suddenly changed, and he wanted to stop the car and kill someone.

"I want to kill you. Without you, there will be no one else to take over your business!"

"They want to find your godfather, right? It's all my fault! It has something to do with you! You are at fault!"

Two white shadows were holding guns one by one, cleaning up the remaining soldiers on the battlefield. This was Da Yi and Kang Que at work——

——The volcanic city of Euka has only one entrance and exit. It is located in the rift valley near the Pompeii coast in the small plain, with eight levels, seven gates and eighteen outposts.

"What if I want to talk to the president about that?"

Wei Chengjing changed to broken Chinese and said: "His sister, as well as the students, are all alive and well. Whether they are injured or not, but whether they have food and water - they will live for a long time."

"You want to meet him." Wei Chengjing interrupted, repeating softly: "You want to meet him."

Wait until the call is connected——

Wei Chengjing glanced at Wei Chengjing and knew how to answer.

Wei Chengjing looked up and felt a chill in his heart. The contents of the dumpling package were fingers. They had a tattoo of a peregrine falcon, which was the symbol of the Cupid Mercy Chapter.

"He can do better! What kind of evil magic is that?"

——It doesn’t mean that your godfather still knows about the fact that you, Jiang Xueming, have been kidnapped! You are really isolated and have support! You are always ready to answer the call every day!

The light of Xinwang can illuminate the sea of ​​Pompeii and reveal the scenery on the other side of Shambhala thousands of kilometers away.

"He knows it! He has no chance of reaching the sky in one step! Why bother working so hard for being proud and ruthless? The power he has shown is beyond compare."

Before he finished speaking, a shrill scream came from the radio.

The leader of the vanguard said: "There is no one outside the house, only a rag doll."

Sorry, I have a severe headache today. It's quite short. I'm in very bad shape.


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