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Wang Zhen tapped the brakes, broken bread slowly stopped at the entrance of the villa, raised his hand and pressed two trumpets, "drip."

Inside the villa, the donkey on the first floor concerned about the situation outside looked at the electronic screen at the door, the brow frowned up, "Golden hair, the door came to a car, looks like an acquaintance here, to come in, what to do?"

There was a moment of silence in the communication channel, and a few seconds later the sound of the golden hair sounded. "The poet went to the first floor and put it in and looked at the situation."

The donkey opened the door under the electronic screen and the large iron door opened on both sides.

When the broken bread came in, Wang Zhen parked the car next to GL8 and did not drive the door, but bent over and got into the carriage.

Donkey staring at the screen brow frown, it is strange, parking people why not come down?

Tighten the gun in your hand. Don't be fucking found?

Just thinking, see the van car door pulled open, first a leg outstretched on the ground, then a pout ass, donkey look strange.

Wang Zhen reached out to hold three cases of beer backwards, 640 ml of large glass bottle, three boxes of 36 bottles, a foot of more than 70 kg, that is, he is tall, Chin stuck on top of the box with a big smile on his face, Some did not twist towards the gate of the villa.

There are no good people living here, but there are perverts, can't be aroused, attitude must be good.

Look at the screen, donkey slightly open mouth, a face of constipation, a beer, what to do?

When he thought more, Wang Zhen went to the door, and the donkey opened the door.

Wang Zhen bowed his head and stuck his box and walked up the steps and into the door. Just after he wanted to say hello, he saw a man lying on the ground next to him, whose face had been broken, with blood coming from his face, and his wounds coming out, all blood on the ground.

This... doesn't seem to be makeup?

Moffey...

Dead!

Wang Zhen looked gently at both eyes, then looked up dazed left and right, one lying on the front sofa, blood on his body, white sofa by blood red half.

Wang Zhen began to look white, slightly toward the left, two lying on the ground, looking at the amount of bleeding around him, which... seemed dead,

So...

That...

Who opened the door?

A cool feeling leaped from the bottom of the foot to the brain melon skin, Wang Zhen only felt stiff, arm weakness, body spirit a tremble, three cases of beer smashed on the ground in front of the ground, a bang, crackling a burst.

Awakened by the sound, Wang Zhen immediately turned one and suddenly saw an AKM pointing at himself.

The first moment seen, the mind is emerging AKM,AK-47 improved version, caliber 7.26, using the M43 intermediate bullet, the world's most widely used firearms, has been active in battlefields and film and television productions around the world.

The second eye fell on the ass's cold face.

Wang Zhen subconsciously raised his hand 'popping' to cover his eyes, his face twisted, to step outside, and said, "Nothing is seen."

I'm just nervous about speaking Chinese.

"Popping," the door was closed, Wang Zhen stood stiffly at the door, daring to move.

You've got an AKM on your waist and you don't dare to move.

The donkey looked over his eyes and said, "What is it?"

When listening to English, Wang Zhen reacted to what he had just said and couldn't understand it, so when Lanathai worked three years in basic English dialogue was not a problem, he immediately trembled and said: "I'm a waiter at Yao Jie Restaurant on Juniper Road. I'm Chinese. I'm 21 years old. I didn't see anything. I left the takeaway at the door. I didn't enter the house."

Fast and clear, the ability to speak English is absolutely superb!

The donkey blinked his eyes, and the guy answered too thoroughly in front of him, and he had no idea what to ask.

So, a delivery to see what they look like, should they shoot straight away?

The donkey looked up at the poet, who said with a deep face: "Destiny is the master of our half-action, but it leaves the remaining half or almost half at our disposal."

Wang Zhen looks anxious and dazed, what does this particular say?

What do words mean when they are understood and combined?

Sleeper, the moment of life and death you don't understand?

He vowed to learn English well if he survived this time!

Donkeys bite their teeth, "Mother Fuck, I shouldn't ask you!"

"Look at this picture, can you identify who is the target of the mission, Damn, I feel the same with these Lannathes, The point is, how do I feel like no one! " The golden hair descended upstairs, and the tone was full of irritability.

The donkey looked at the poet, the poet looked at the donkey, and the two men stall their hands together.

The hall is quiet, and everyone can't take a picture.

"What's going on?" asked Golden Mao, looking at the ground's broken bottles.

"Food delivery..." say donkey light 'Yo, "they don't know, the locals should know ah.

There is no difference between Chinese and Lanathai in their eyes.

"Open your eyes." The donkey put a gun on the waist of the town.

"I can't be right, I can't be right, I understand the rules, and I can't live to see your face," Wang said quickly.

"Farke, hurry up, or kill you now, and show me which guy is in the picture!" The donkey put a muzzle under the armpit of Wang Town and put it down naturally.

No way, Wang Zhen bowed his head and took the photo to see, UU read the book www.uukanshu.com "Bashan?"

Meet the waiter, several people instantly relieved, the Golden Mao said, "Hurry up, find out, give you 2 minutes."

Wang Zhen bit his teeth and looked up and ran around the hall. Don't feel any bloody smell, after all, kill a few years of fish, No feeling, just the body looks a little scary, It's more frightening than what you see on TV, especially if your face is broken. "

"Go up, I follow you," the donkey pushed the town.

Wang Zhen, afraid of delaying the killing, ran quickly upstairs, no, no, no...

When he came again to the Hall, Wang Zhen looked as heavy as ever, alive and dead, right in front of him.

The Scythe Squad looked hard, and the donkey asked, "What now? Isn't the intelligence that people are here? "

"Can you get less than half the money left to kill the target?" asked the bayonet.

"What do you say?" Golden Hair said.

"What is wrong is intelligence."

Golden Mao shook his head and looked at the task for money.

"Turn away, for six minutes, and go back and ask the middleman," the poet whispered.

Then all eyes were on Wang Town.

The suddenly out-of-the-blue guy saw them, and if they let them go, he could not have said anything before them, whether the police or the target of the mission.

Not to say the problem of leaking the looks of several people, it is said that the task goal will be completely hidden after knowing, when it is even more impossible to complete the task.

So...

Although I don't want to...

Several people looked at the golden hair, the golden hair to the waist of the pistol.