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"Oh, you are so obsessed with me that you will pester me if you become a fierce ghost." An Xiaoyao joked that he still had no sense of crisis.

"Hum!!! That's your honor. How many people want me to be a ghost and pester him, but I don't want to. "

An Xiaoyao smile, white men can not stand their so leisurely chat, simply do not put them in the eye, he pointed a pistol at Xia Qing, "say, what you said is true?"

Xia Qing's line of sight is a little dim, and he doesn't care about being pointed at by a gun.

She didn't know why, she didn't feel nervous.

How many times life is at stake, even if calm, how much will there be some tension, but this time it is not at all, because there is a calm Buddha who can walk around, his indifference seems to infect the people around him, so that all impetuous emotions are pacified.

"Believe it or not, it has nothing to do with me. I will never betray the general. You can either believe me or kill me, whatever you want." Xia Qing some can not hold on, tilted his head against an Xiaoyao's shoulder, just pressed to an Xiaoyao's wound.

"Did you mean it?"

Xia Qing did not speak, she had no strength to speak, pain and blood loss to her half life.

An Xiaoyao looked at the white man, his gun slowly pointed at an Xiaoyao, "who are you?"

"An Xiaoyao." He didn't talk nonsense. He reported to his family and looked at Xia Qing next to him. The dead girl was sure enough to believe that since he was betrayed, there was no need to beat around the bush. At least the white man would not kill him in a short time.

"Trump guns are only sold to the gangs in country E. Soros, you are good at it. Even I dare to catch them."

The white man changed his face. He had been anonymous for so many years to protect his family. He used a pseudonym on the road. His real identity had been hidden for more than ten years. He didn't expect that an Xiaoyao could accurately name him.

They may not be clear about the division of labor in the trump card. However, they have heard of the fact that the trump has an intelligence system that is not inferior to that of the national security agency of the United States. Even if he is not an easygoing person, he is not an ordinary person.

On an Xiaoyao's face, he could not see a trace of panic in the face of death.

"I still don't believe that trump card and anti-terrorism are enemies. Why are you together? How can Xia Qing recuperate beside you?" White men ask questions.

An Xiaoyao tilted his head to think about it, and answered seriously, "Xia Qing has taken a fancy to me, and pursued me relentlessly. I have lost half of my life. I seldom do good every day to save her life. What's so strange?"

Xia Qing raised his head and fell heavily, hitting an Xiaoyao's wound.

I am blind to see you.

Ann Xiaoyao almost screwed her head off.

"If you don't tell the truth, I'll shoot you!" The white man was also forced to rush, the muzzle of the gun was in his eyebrows.

An Xiaoyao's eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold light flashed, "you'd better take your gun away. I have a little sense of the people for this thing. You are so close to me. Do you believe it or not, even if I have only one breath left, you will die faster than me."

White men quickly avoid a few steps back, an Xiaoyao smile more thick.

The smile was glaring and ironic in the eyes of the white man. He was so angry that his chest heaved and he suddenly roared, "lock them up!"

His men take an Xiaoyao and Xia Qing to the dungeon. The female killer on one side asks, "boss, what should I do?"

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