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King Of War - Yang Luo

Yang Luo was once a king of war who made soldiers of all countries fear. He was a famous killer judge in the underground world. He was a talented doctor in the world medical field. He controlled the mysterious organization gaomai. His personality is arrogant and arrogant, and he is a means to achieve his goal. He is full of ruffian, and all kinds of beautiful women work for him

tolfenle · Urban
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30 Chs

Robber

Speaking of his mother, Tong Tong's eyes turned red. "Aunt! Tong Jiaqiang called me and asked me to live with him in the past."

"Don't go." Bei yinyao's just appeared smile suddenly disappeared. "This ungrateful bastard still has the face to tell you something. When he abandoned your mother and daughter, you were less than a year old. Have you forgotten?" Bei yinyao's face was as cold as frost.

Tong Tong cried and said, "Auntie, I won't go."

Yang Luo heard their conversation and thought of himself, Xiao Yang village and the man. Because Tongtong's experience is very similar to his, but he is luckier than Tongtong's, because his mother is now very happy

Yang Luo didn't recover until two women got on the bus and Tong Tong turned to look at him. He reluctantly watched the car disappear in front of him, and then took his broken bag to find a taxi. But no one was willing to pull him after wandering for a long time. He had no choice but to get on a bus wherever he went.

Half an hour later, Yang Luo got out of the car and looked around. He didn't know where it was. At this time, my stomach growled and muttered, "damn! I'd better fill my stomach before I go. Then I'll find a place to settle down and find a job."

Yang Luo found a snack bar, asked for a bowl of stretched noodles and shouted, "damn! It's still delicious in China. Those foreigners' things are garbage. People's garbage is national garbage, and what they eat is garbage." The guests of the snack bar looked at him like a monster, and this girl's face was not red or white, and she was still eating loudly.

"Bang!"

There was a dull sound outside, and nobody knew what had happened. The expression on Yang Luo's face suddenly became very serious, which would be very uncomfortable for people familiar with him to see. This international rogue also has such serious moments.

"Bang" was another dull sound. Yang Luo put down his chopsticks, took out a crumpled ten yuan from his body, threw it on the table and went out.

Others don't know what this dull sound is, but he knows that it is the sound of gunfire, and it is also the sound of AK firing. The gunfire came from the bank across the street.

It has to be said that the efficiency of police in such an international metropolis is quite high. Less than three minutes after the gunshot, more than a dozen police cars arrived.

More than 30 policemen quickly blocked the scene. Yang Luo walked over with his broken bag on his back and stood outside the police cordon. At this time, people were already surrounded behind him. The gunshots did not make them afraid, but they pushed forward one by one excitedly. This also reflects the Chinese people's bad nature of watching the excitement. Moreover, such things can only be seen in movies or TV. How can we not make them crazy.

A fat man with the rank of first-class superintendent shouted with a trumpet: "listen to the people inside, you are surrounded. Put down your guns and surrender immediately. There is no way out for stubborn resistance. You should also know our policy. As long as you don't hurt the hostages, we will certainly give you lenient treatment,,,,"

The fat man shouted with foam on his mouth for a long time, as if he felt thirsty. He leaned over and took a bottle of mineral water out of the car, drank it, and then continued to shout with his horn.

This time, before he could shout a few words, there was a gunshot inside. The horn in the fat man's hand flew out with a crack, which scared him to shrink his neck and hide behind the car.

"Shit! Did the sniper come?" The fat man wiped the sweat on his head. He didn't know whether it was cold or hot.