Zhao Yongqi, who jumped out of the container, waved his air and gun. No matter who it was, the other party retreated in panic. At this moment, he did not dare to approach Meng Zhi at all. He had to look at the handsome man with a smug smile and walked to Meng Zhi step by step under the threat of the shaking fingers.

The key in his hand was swung casually, and the hemp rope as thick as a thumb broke in response to the sound. Meng Zhi, who had escaped from the bondage, instantly threw himself into the slightly warm embrace. Until this moment, the strong girl, the strings of pearls in her beautiful eyes, gushed out as if she was not worth it.

"Oba, Oppa, Oppa..." The girl murmured like this, trying hard to shrink herself into her warm arms, as if only in this way could she make herself peaceful and peaceful.

"It's okay, it's okay. Ji Hyo is such a brave and strong girl, so she won't be afraid of these 255 who pretend to be a ghost. Oppa is here, no one can hurt you." There is no time to play with the air. The male god with the gun is now hugging the delicate body in his arms tightly, raising his hand to gently soothe the small head, as if he wants to convey his courage and strength to her heart.

"Brother Xiao Qi, have you had enough fun?" Suddenly, Wen Chenglong's voice came from the door. Brother Long, who was holding the Type 88 small-caliber sniper rifle, leaned against the door frame, and stood behind him a whole row of masked rifles holding assault rifles, armed to the teeth.

Zhao Yongqi, who raised his head with a smile, looked at Wen Chenglong resentfully, and said with extreme dissatisfaction: "Brother Long, why are you doing so quickly? Haven't you seen me trying to hook up with the goddess? I haven't shown the courage to kill the bandits with air, guns, and single-handedly."

"For your air. Gun, six sniper teams look at the stars on the roof..." Wen Chenglong rolled his eyes, as if he was too lazy to deal with the unreliable male god. He waved his hand, and the fully armed masked men behind him rushed into the warehouse in an instant, and without any resistance, he pressed all the remaining pale bandits to the ground.

Zhao Yongqi's words made the faint Zhi in his arms unable to bear it. The girl with a blushing face lowered her head and left the warm embrace, but bit her lips and seemed to dare not speak.

If you don’t have time to care about how the masked Aotuman escorted the bandits out, Zhao Yongqi gently raised his pretty little face in front of him, gently wiped away the remaining tears on it, and said seriously: "Ji Hyo, it’s okay, Oppa will always protect you. Do you know?"

"Yeah." A slight response, appeared on this beautiful little face that was fascinated by everyone with a shy smile.

It seemed that he could see that the dark zhi had gradually calmed down. Zhao Yongqi gently pinched his delicate cheeks, and then turned around and said to A San, who was also pointed at by a rifle and trembling all over, "Master, you are good at pretending to be a god."

Master A San, who licked his lips and tried hard to say something, said for a long time: "I am an Indian, you can't...ah!"

He kicked the bullshit master over with a bang. At this moment, Zhao Yongqi pounced on his head like a devil and kicked him in a mess: "Your mom is so stupid, you dare to do my woman, why do you want to stab me? Come on, I'll let you break your son first!"

The kick of the vital points between A San's crotch almost made Master A San roll his eyes and go out of breath. If Wen Chenglong hadn't been quick to move and hugged Zhao Yongqi, who was in a furious manner, maybe the master would have been killed by Zhao Yongqi here today.

After a while, Master A San vented more and intake less. He was about to die, but Zhao Yongqi, who had finally lost his dim sum, broke free from Wen Chenglong's arms, squatted down and picked up the golden box that fell to the ground. After opening it, he smelled it. A strange smell rushed into his nose.

"It's marijuana." Wen Chenglong also smelled it and immediately frowned and said, "Maybe he had some other drugs, which should have hallucinogenic effects."

"I knew these guys would pretend to be a ghost, and only this kind of 25 would believe that hypnosis can really control the killing." Zhao Yongqi shook his head speechlessly and threw the small box to Wen Chenglong. "If there is such a magical spell, the terrorists don't need to fight their own lives. It would be better to control a few people to cut people randomly. 25, it's so stupid!"

It seemed too lazy to pay attention to the charlatan A San, Zhao Yongqi turned around and walked towards the leader of the surname Liu. At this moment, the man had been simply stopped from bleeding and bandaged, and was sitting on the ground and gasping for breath.

"Tell me, who is your superior?" Zhao Yongqi squatted beside the man, and there was no fluctuation in his starry eyes.

"Bah!" The man was tough and was not scared by the violent rage that Zhao Yongqi had when he angrily kicked Master A San. He spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm, but unfortunately, Brother Xiao Qi tilted his head and dodged away.

"Oh, what I like most is a tough guy like you." Zhao Yongqi exclaimed with a smile, and punched him on the shoulder like an old friend. However, the position where he was hit was exactly the wound that had been penetrated by a sniper rifle bullet before.

The man who groaned was really tough, and he even held it to his death just frown.

To be honest, Zhao Yongqi is a little impressed by this guy now, but he is admired, letting him go is another matter. Brother Qi, who is still smiling, raised his hand and pinched it on his shoulder, poked his thumb directly on the bullet hole wrapped in the bleeding-suppressing cotton, and said coldly: "I am not very patient. If you stretch it in at this position, pull off the two tendons inside, your hand will be ruined. Don't think I dare not. Everyone here is from Guoan, that is, from my own people. Do you want to try it?"

It was like verifying Zhao Yongqi's words. Including Wen Chenglong, several soldiers around him took a few steps at the same time and turned their backs to them, obviously pretending that they didn't see it.

The man's expression pale, but he still gritted his teeth and said nothing. Zhao Yongqi smiled at him, turned to Yun Zhi who was standing behind him and said, "Ji Hyo, be good, turn around for a while, I will handle something, and it will be fine soon."

"Yeah." Nodded gently, Meng Zhi glanced at the man again, then turned around obediently, and even raised his little hand to cover his white and tender ears.

Seeing that Wan Zhi was so well-behaved, Zhao Yongqi turned around, with only cold light left in his eyes. He tore off the bleeding-stopping cotton that had been soaked in blood again. He said coldly: "I asked you one last time, who is your previous family?"

Although his expression was a little shaken, his thick eyebrows were also frowning tightly, and the man still gritted his teeth and said nothing. At this moment, a sharp pain came into his mind. I saw that Zhao Yongqi's thumb had been deeply inserted into the bullet hole on his shoulder, rotating left and right continuously!



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Chapter completed!