Chapter 195: Yang Junwei (3)

Chapter 195, Yang Junwei (3)

"Hung Hom, where do you want to escape?" After everything was cleared, someone appeared to point a gun at a cabinet, and the cold and cold voice was as calm as a pool of water. "Come out, red!"

Behind the cupboard, there is a hidden red dragonfly with one hand.

He didn't move, as if no one was hiding behind him.

There was no trace of chilling eyes in the talking person, and there was no opportunity for Hung Hom to consider. It was directly shot two shots on the cupboard. "I have limited patience and red dragonfly. Don't challenge my patience."

This is the sound of K7. A face is thin and thin. The skin is like a pale white that has not seen the sun, and the eyes that stare at the iron cabinet are black, sharp, and murderous with indifference.

There was movement behind the iron cabinet. Hung Hom came out with his own students. When he saw who the person standing in front of him was, the pupil was shrinking. "It is you!"

It is Nick's weapon expert!

After seeing who it was, the gun he had on his student’s head was even harder, staring coldly at K7. “Who are you!”

"With more hostages, you can't live." K7 directly ignored his topic, the trigger was lightly pulled, and the thinned lips were lightly moving. In his eyes, the red dragonfly was already a cold body. Before you die, you don't have to be tired of others."

The standard American English is very unexpected. The English-speaking K7 is actually much more elegant than speaking Chinese. "Student gives me the rest, you can do it yourself."

In exchange for the red and sly laughter, the gun directly hit the head of the Vietnamese student. The gun hole printed a blue half-moon mark under the boy's temple. "Do you know who he is?" The son of a big man, hahaha, you can talk to him now, see if he wants his son to go back alive, or become a body to transport it back."

His words made K7 wrinkle his brows without any traces. The thin but extremely delicate face was more chilly. "The hostages on the red dragonfly are said to be the sons of a big man who concealed the identity of the Vietnamese students themselves. ”

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"Mom, I know that these grandchildren can't stand it." G3 sneered, and said to K7: "The hostage is in the hand, first stabilize, wait for us to come."

K7 staring at the red cockroach's black cockroach is not instantaneous, the hands of the gun are also swaying at the target's forehead. "No, clean up the weapons outside, here, hand it over to me."

This room is the room where Nick first traded with Hung Hom. The atmosphere of the confrontation is getting more and more tense in the eyes of the boys. The time is dripping, about five minutes later, K7 heard the hostage. Who is the identity?

The brow was directly locked, and it seemed to be awkward. In fact, his tight eyes relaxed a lot.

The vents in each room are connected. The leaf buds that did not jump from the vents gently move under the direction of Xia Jinjin, and enter the central air-conditioning port that can only be entered by girls.

"Continue to the front, Ye Jian, don't look back, I am waiting for you in front." The low voice is word-by-word, heavy, slowly, with the power of penetration from the ear, Ye Jian listens The sound that belongs to Xia Jinjin is a coldness in the bottom.

His voice is like light, he can wear darkness, pierce the shade, and with warm power, always encourage her.

(End of this chapter)