urban evil king

After smoking a cigar, Bissell threw away the butt of the cigar, took another one in his mouth, and said, "Follow me in and have a look."

After speaking, Bisser took the lead and walked towards the dilapidated ruins.

A group of people followed behind tremblingly.

Bisser said as he walked, "Qiang, do you have any opinion on this matter?"

Qiang Dongsong nodded and said respectfully: "Instructor, according to my analysis, this incident is likely to be done by one or two people, and it is absolutely impossible for a large number of troops. According to the injured soldiers, they absolutely It was only attacked by a small group of enemies."

Wang Zheng shot while standing outside the window in the night, and the shooting speed was so fast that many enemies mistakenly thought that several people were firing at them at the same time.

Bissell didn't nod or shake his head, but was silent for a while, and said: "Qiang, close your eyes now, think carefully, and then answer me, from our point of view, what kind of things are revealed by this matter?" The problem?"

"There are many and complicated problems, but I think it is inseparable from Palermo, the instructor in charge."

Bisser asked Qiang Dongsong to close his eyes, but he didn't dare to open them. However, hearing Bisser's words, Qiang Dongsong simply took the opportunity to push the responsibility to Palermo.

"Go ahead and listen."

"This has a lot to do with the poor supervision of Palermo instructors. This explosion should have been caused by an oil leak at the gas station, which caused the explosives in the ammunition depot to be detonated. If you take precautions, you can completely prevent the enemy from infiltrating. The distance between the ammunition depot and the gas station is only 50 meters, which should not be designed like this at all, so I think that although the enemy is strong, the main responsibility should still be borne by the Palermo instructor."

After Qiang Dongsong finished speaking, Biser did not speak for a long time, and he did not dare to open his eyes, his heart beating faster and faster.

In fact, when this happened, Qiang Dongsong should be more angry than Bisser. After all, three tons of gold was his own achievement, and now he was blown up by high explosives, black and charred. Kill him!

Since he took over the Asian affairs, his progress has been unfavorable. Now he managed to get back more than one billion worth of gold, but he was bombed like this. How could he not be angry?

Bisser didn't speak, and the others didn't even dare to breathe. The scene was eerily quiet.

At this time, Qiang Dongsong heard a soft "pop"!

That's the sound of a lighter!

Bissell lit another cigarette!

This bloody and perverted instructor, Bissell, took a deep puff of the precious Cuban cigar, then walked up to Qiang Dongsong, exhaled the smoke lightly, and blew all the smoke into Qiang Dongsong's face superior!

This was already a huge insult, but Qiang Dongsong couldn't react!Although he was very angry and extremely dissatisfied with Bisser, he couldn't say anything or do anything!

"Qiang, you can open your eyes now."

Bisser stepped aside, only then did Qiang Dongsong see the writing on the wall!

Yes, there is writing on the wall!

When Qiang Dongsong saw clearly what was written on the wall, an uncontrollable anger suddenly appeared on his face!

"Instructor, this is slander, this is slander! Which bastard did this, I want to make his life worse than death!" Qiang Dongsong was really furious!

These words on the wall have easily and completely ignited Qiang Dongsong's anger!

"Instructor, don't believe it, this is splashing dirty water, this must be dirty water!"

Qiang Dongsong was really worried, if Bisser believed the words on the wall and doubted himself, then he would definitely end up with nothing good!

Bissell smoked a cigar, and smiled slightly, and there was an obvious coldness in the smile.

Seeing that the former did not express his opinion, Qiang Dongsong was very anxious: "Instructor, you must never believe it, this is to drive us apart!"

"Read it." Bisser tapped the writing on the wall with his chin and said.

"What?" Qiang Dongsong couldn't believe Bisser's words.

"I mean, read out the Chinese characters on the wall and read it for everyone." Bisser said with some displeasure: "And it should be louder."

"This..." Qiang Dongsong was hesitating, because he really didn't expect that Bisil would say such a thing!

"Read, or not?" Bisser said slowly.

"I read."

A trace of hatred flashed in Qiang Dongsong's eyes, then he gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "Qiang Dongsong is a bastard! How dare you offend me, I will let you be my grandson!"

After saying this, Qiang Dongsong felt his cheeks burn, and his heart was full of hatred. He wished he could find a hole in the ground and get into it!

"Speak louder, I didn't hear it." Bisser still said slowly, but the coldness in his voice was more obvious.

Qiang Dongsong's eyes flickered for a moment, and then the goosebumps on his skin exploded. He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, and shouted with all his strength: "Qiang Dongsong is a bastard! How dare you offend me, I will let you* ** Be a grandson!"

Seeing a man scolding himself like this, the scene is really funny.

"Qiang, do you have anything to say about this matter?"

"This is slander, naked slander! It's completely pouring dirty water on me!" Qiang Dongsong looked straight ahead and stood up straight. At least for now, he still can't show a little lack of confidence look like.

"Splash dirty water, um, the analysis makes sense." Bisser took a deep breath of the cigar, and then spat it on Qiang Dongsong's face!

"Damn Bisser, I will kill you one day!" How could Qiang Dongsong, who has always been arrogant and unwilling to be inferior to others, could bear such an insult, and had already cursed Bisser for thousands of years in his heart. Eight hundred times!

"Qiang, stretch out your hand now, I can't find the ashtray." Bissell said, holding the butt of the cigar between his fingers.

Hearing this, Qiang Dongsong trembled uncontrollably, then stretched out his hand and said, "Okay, please, instructor."

"very good."

Bisser clamped the butt of the cigar between two fingers, then faced Qiang Dongsong's palm, and crushed it fiercely!

swoosh...

There was a soft sound, and then a smell of burnt flesh entered everyone's nostrils!

Qiang Dongsong gritted his teeth without frowning!Only the muscles on the cheeks trembled!

Bisser gently picked up the cigarette butt and threw it aside, while Qiang Dongsong left a black and burnt hole in his hand!

"Does it hurt?" Biser leaned closer, staring at the sweat on Qiang Dongsong's forehead, and asked with a smile.

In Qiang Dongsong's eyes, Bissell's smile was just like a devil!