The man in the black trench coat and the man in the shirt both feel the same at the moment.

It felt like I had seen a ghost!

When they finished the transaction and were about to retreat and leave.

The grandson fell from the sky, smashed through the roof of the cargo container, and fell into the middle of the two parties.

The man in the shirt looked at Fang Ran falling from the sky, his eyes twitched, and then he looked at the broken roof of the container.

Damn it! That’s made of iron! It’s made of iron! It’s made of iron, right!!

The man in the shirt roared crazily in his heart. At this moment, he wanted to grab the collar of the man next to him and shout!

Where did this grandson come from?

The man in black had a similar feeling. He and all his men in black trench coats all pulled out guns, some pointed at Fang Ran, and some pointed at the man in the shirt.

At the same time, he was rapidly thinking about the situation at the moment.

In his mind, at this time, he would not be surprised even if the other party pulled out a gun and started shooting after the transaction was over, and turned against him and refused to recognize him. In his experience, there were not too many such things, and it was precisely from this kind of experience that he

I came through experience.

But the situation at this moment made the gang boss a little confused.

Just smash the cargo box and someone will fall out.

What kind of number is this!?

Although he was confused, it didn't stop him from taking out his gun and being on guard.

Both parties became nervous, pointing their guns at each other's heads, and partly at Fangran's head.

The atmosphere suddenly became silent.

Because no one knows how to speak, and no one wants to speak first!

The man in the shirt and the man in the black windbreaker were both fiercely pulling out their Desert Eagles and Colt M2000s and pointing at each other's heads, with expressions like "You're actually playing tricks", thinking that this was a means of arrangement by the other party!

The atmosphere is chilling, the muzzle is warmed up, and the smoke seems about to break out!

"Uh... um... good evening... late... good evening?"

However, at this damn moment, a funny man spoke tremblingly in an attempt to ease the awkward atmosphere.

Swish! Swish!

The two of them pointed their guns at Fangran at the same time!

"your people?"

"Did you send me here?"

The two spoke at the same time, and then looked at each other with a hint of surprise.

But at this moment, Fangran was almost crying.

Damn it!

What's going on!

He wanted to slap himself twice in the face.

This pit is not deep yet, this pit is simply extremely deep!

Who the hell is going to tell me that I just missed my footing and ended up in this situation where I was being pointed at gunpoint by two gangs of gangsters!

"What's going on? It's not someone you sent?"

The man in black trench coat asked coldly, and at the same time pointed the gun at Fangran's head.

Damn it, bro, can you stay away from me with that thing in your hand? And this damn outfit of yours, is that fucking cosplay of Gin!? Are the people behind you hired by you?

A winery employee!?

"I'm still wondering, are they the people you sent?"

The man in the shirt also asked with a sneer and an unhappy expression.

Damn it! I wasn’t sent here by anyone, I just didn’t put my fucking foot firmly on it! By the way, if you don’t sleep well in the middle of the night, what are you doing in such a shameful place?

When the two bosses were negotiating, Fangran, who was so nervous that he turned into a complaining machine, was complaining crazily in his mind.

"Fangran! Fangran!!"

At this critical moment, Ling's anxious voice sounded in Fangran's mind!

"Stay there! Stay there!!!"

Fangran quickly responded to her vaguely.

"Are you okay! Great! Come up quickly! I noticed someone seems to be moving nearby!"

Ling said to Fang Ran with an extremely anxious voice, very worried about Fang Ran's situation.

certainly...

This is all pretended by Ling.

From the night network to the Internet, to the local network, to a suspicious encrypted communication, Ling learned about the 'deal' between these two groups tonight, and then...

hehe.

it is more than words.

Of course, Fangran didn't know it at this moment. His cute power bank had planned it again, and this time it finally succeeded in tricking him.

At this time, Fang Ran was thinking with tears streaming down his face.

My aunt, it doesn't look like someone is acting here. The gun of the criminal is almost hitting my head.

"What! Hey! You're surrounded!? Damn it!"

Ling continued to perfectly portray the image of a friend who was worried about her friend's crisis, and spoke anxiously.

"No! I don't have enough strength, so you can only rely on yourself!"

Ling lied seriously.

"What!?"

Fangran was dumbfounded, looking at the narrow cargo container passage, with people on both sides blocking the entrances on both sides, and everyone was guarding each other with guns raised!

Axi, please tell me how to solve this situation by myself!

Ling floated above the container, threw it through the big hole made by Fangran, and looked at the form inside.

data space.

Ling crossed her legs and the skirt of the goth group was hanging in the air. She looked at Fangran's critical situation and laughed like a little devil:

"What will you do this time?"

"This time, I will definitely force you to reveal your true colors!"

That's right, according to Ling's character, how could it be possible to cultivate Fangran honestly and step by step.

Ling has always believed that only by practicing in real situations can people grow.

If not, he would be as useless as Fang Ran, that idiot who only knows how to memorize words and never does any questions, so he has failed Level 4 so far.

And this method is also one of Ling's methods to explore Fangran's true face.

"Boy! Who are you!"

At this time, the bosses of the two parties had already confirmed that Fang Ran was not someone sent by either of them. Of course, they both felt that if the other party sent someone, they would not send such a turtle grandson in such a funny way.

FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!

It’s over!!

Fangran broke into a cold sweat because of nervousness and didn't know how to answer.

This was the first time in his life that he had seen a real gun.

It was the first time I saw such a vicious villain.

He is now having difficulty breathing and has forgotten the built-in defense of the silver-broken dragon tooth in his hand.

"You brat, let me ask you something!!!"

The man in the shirt cursed, raised the butt of his gun and hit Fangran directly on the head!

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! From high in the sky, Ling frowned when she saw the man in the shirt hitting Fang Ran with his pistol without mercy.

A force of thought protected Fangran's head without leaving a trace, but Ling hesitated.

Then slowly dispersed.

boom!!

After the shot hit, Fangran felt a severe headache attack him, and he fell to the ground in a miserable state.

pain!
To be continued...