my husband is a killer

Chapter 220 Gambling 6
Rusty machines are everywhere in the abandoned factory buildings, and large balls of yarn are scattered everywhere, which have been covered with a thick layer of dust. The sunlight leaks from the huge lighting glass piece by piece, illuminating There was a dense cloud of fine dust, silently, but it was choppy, dancing wildly!

There were two men sitting by the dilapidated table, and they stood up when he came in. He glanced at them blankly, walked to the table, pulled the stool and sat down, and said casually:
"It's not killing people to silence them, why are you making an appointment in this ghost place?"

He threw the cigarette case and lighter on the table, took out a cigarette and lit it, but suddenly felt that Q beside him drew his gun as swiftly as a gust of wind, his eyes darkened suddenly, but he still held the The cigarette was in the mouth, and the gun was held against the head!

"Down the gun!" Q spit out two words!
He slowly exhaled the smoke ring, and then smiled coldly:
"Shoot? Q, you have no right to order me!"

"He has no right, then I will order you, T, shoot!" The substandard Chinese came from the side door next to him in a majestic tone. Hearing the voice, his heart sank, but he maintained a half-smile With an expression on his face, he turned his head to look at the strong man who looked like an iron tower coming out of the side door, and said lightly:

"It turns out that Coach Kuta is also here. I don't know what the boss is going to tell me. It takes so much effort!"

Kuta, a Vietnamese-American mixed race, Wu's fighting coach, is 92 meters tall and has muscles like an iron barrel. His height of 17 is not short, but standing next to this giant still feels oppressive, and this giant is also out of control. Known for being cruel and cold, he was in charge of training the teenagers who had just been sent to the fog. How many people who couldn't keep up with his devil-style training were directly beaten by him until their internal organs were ruptured, and they were never seen again after being dragged away. One-fifth of the total number of people survived, and were sent to the next training ground for the next round of cruel training. His eyes were flickering, his mind was running fast, but he stopped talking and unloaded it by himself. After firing the gun, a Beretta [-]F and a lighter Glock [-] were handed over to Q.

K took a step forward to search the body, confirmed that he no longer had a gun, and then nodded to Kuta.Seeing his active cooperation, the giant's face relaxed a little. He sat down, glanced at Q, and beckoned him to ask.

Elimination, even if he has become a qualified killer, he is still a nightmare for many members of the fog. I didn't expect the boss to send him this time!
(End of this chapter)