May The Peace Be With You In The Golden Age

If you don't do it often, it will definitely not reach his efficiency. After all, they came out of the rain of bullets. Those of them who have never been on the battlefield are really far behind.

"Get used to it!" Chen Yingjie washed her hands, and wiped the water on her hands with the little fat man's clothes by the way. "It's okay? No problem, I'm leaving now."

"Go slow, I owe you personal love."

Chen Yingjie didn't care either, and was hugged by the little fat man just two steps out. I saw the little fat man's two fat arms tightly encircling Chen Yingjie's thin waist.

Du Xiaosong was taken aback, closed his eyes and did not dare to look.

Chen Yingjie's face turned black on the spot, and quickly drew a gun to the little fat man's temple. "Let go, believe it or not I killed you?"

"Ah..." The little fat man yelled in fright, and let go of his hand in a panic, "Chen Yingjie, what are you doing with a gun?"

"Of course it's to deal with your pervert." Chen Yingjie took a few shots on herself with disgust, "Little fat man, you dare to beat you next time."

"I'm afraid you are leaving? What shall we do if you leave?"

Chen Yingjie sneered, "Just don't worry about you, no one is interested." After finishing speaking, she left without delay.

Du Xiaosong gave the little fat man a wink, "Don't make trouble, he is going to save the second youngest. These people must be here for the second youngest. No one is really interested in you."

The little fat man rolled his eyes and said, "Okay! I hope the boss is okay. No, it will be okay for the living king to shoot the boss."

The urban lighting system in the 1980s was really bad, and it was pitch black at night. Xu Qigang followed the smell of blood all the way out of the building and chased him towards the north. He moved fast. Although he was tall and straight, he moved silently.

Passing through the old alleys, Xu Qigang suddenly stopped. He bent over, reached out and touched the ground lightly. It really is blood!

Followed all the way, and sure enough, blood stains could be seen after a while.

A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, knowing to leave a clue, it seemed that the training he had done with Meng Fan before was not in vain.

Xu Qigang followed the clues left by Meng Ping and chased it all the way to the suburbs. In fact, the clue was broken when he was about to leave the city, and it was initially estimated that he was on a vehicle or other means of transportation, which made him unable to keep the clue.

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After Chen Yingjie left, he followed the clues and instructions left by Xu Qigang all the way to the back of the courtyard. Standing in a dark corner, Chen Yingjie's expression was colored.

This is where?

Suddenly, two men in leather coats walked out of the alley opposite the door. Chen Yingjie quickly hid in the corner and observed in secret. The more he watched, the more frightened he became, and a huge wave rose in his heart.

As Xu Qigang's right and left hand, he has experienced countless bullets with the head of the regiment, and naturally he has also dealt with soldiers and various criminals from various countries. He could tell the origin of the opponent from the walking pace of the opponent.

The steps are heavy, and the back is straight, but the walk is half a step smaller than the pace of the PLA soldiers. No... No, it's half a step now.

Chen Yingjie's eyelids jumped unconsciously. Like a soldier, the pace seems to be rigorous, but in reality it is scattered and disorderly. There are only mercenaries with this characteristic. Because foreign mercenaries lack management and benefit first, they receive short training time and lack solid basic skills. Many of those who survived and were well-known depended on talent and luck in surviving battles.