My master is invincible

Chapter 649 Food Corpse (1)

As soon as I saw the shadow, my whole heart was suspended, and I hurriedly gave up to Lang Gao and the others, saying: "Someone is coming."

As soon as they heard that someone was coming, they asked me who was coming.

I ignored them, but Dingqing looked in that direction, and found that the shadow gradually became clear, and the outline could be vaguely seen.

"Who the hell are you?" After seeing the shadow clearly, I was in a daze, and I didn't care about any manpower, so I rushed towards the shadow with one stride.

"Hehe!" The visitor smiled and said, "Chen Jiu, we meet again."

"Who the hell are you?" , is exactly the same as the clothes on my body.

"Hehe!" He smiled and didn't say a word. Instead, he bypassed me and walked in the direction of Lang Gao, and said, "Boss Lang, please hand me that hand."

"Why?" Lang Gao asked after staring at his face for a long time.

"Are you sure?" He shrugged, turned his eyes to me, and said, "Chen Jiu, I'm here to retrieve my things. Are you sure you want to keep this team?"

I thought about it, and judging from his tone, he didn't seem to have any malice, so I asked him, "Is this hand buried here by you?"

He nodded, glanced at me, and said slowly: "I have no obligation to explain to you, you just need to say something, give it or not."

To be honest, I really wanted to refuse his request, but I saw that his right hand was always in his trouser pocket, revealing the outline of a pistol.

Immediately, I winked at Lang Gao, meaning to show him the trouser pocket of the visitor.

Na Lang Gao came over knowingly, glanced at the position of the trouser pocket of the visitor, looked startled, and nodded to me quickly.

Seeing this, I'm frightened too. What is the origin of this person, he is carrying a contraband such as a pistol with him, Ma De, can't he be a fugitive?As long as he has that thing, let alone those of us present, no matter how many there are, it won't be enough for him to fight.

This thought flashed through me, I squeezed my fist, gritted my teeth and said to him, "Here!"

"That's right!" He chuckled and said, "A person who knows the current affairs is a hero. To be a man, you must have self-knowledge. You must set a good position for yourself. Don't block yourself in everything. It's not worth taking your life."

Listening to his words, I feel very inexplicable, what does he mean?Educating me?Are you still mocking me?I asked him, "What do you mean?"

He smiled, stroked the hair on the left forehead with his hand, and said with a bit of carefree look, "You should know what I mean."

I was taken aback, and my mind immediately thought about the matter of Walking Horse Village. Could it be...he meant Old Wang?

Immediately, my breathing became short of breath, so I said, "Do you know the news about Lao Wang?"

He smiled and said, "Maybe you know, or you don't know."

"You fucking..." I got angry, clenched my fists, and rushed towards him.

In less than three steps, the man swiped, took out a pistol, played with it casually in his hand, and said softly: "Chen Jiu, do you think you are faster or I am faster."

After he took out the pistol, everyone on our side involuntarily took a few steps back, but Lang Gao didn't move. He fixed his eyes on the pistol in the man's hand, and said in a cold voice, "0.357 A silver version of the Desert Eagle, I'm afraid your identity is not simple!"

"Oh?" The man was taken aback, and looked at Lang Gao, "How do you know that my identity is not simple?"

"The pistol in your hand was produced in 1986 by the Israeli military industrial company IMI. At that time, in order to commemorate the military victory, IMI specially produced 1000 collection editions of 0.357 Desert Eagle, 100 gold editions, 400 silver editions, and 500 A copper version, and the one in your hand is a silver version of the Desert Eagle, you can’t get this kind of pistol without a certain identity.”

"That's right. I didn't expect there to be someone who knows about pistols around Chen Jiu. It seems that I underestimated him a little bit." He laughed at himself, put the pistol away, and said to Lang Gao: "You can see the pistol's The source should be able to guess my identity, can you give me that person?"

When he said this, his tone was very light, as if he was ordering Lang Gao.

That Lang Gao didn't speak, but bent down, picked up the arm, passed it towards the man, and asked, "Why do you want this thing?"

He took the arm, put it in front of his nose and smelled it, then glanced at the hole where he pulled out his arm before, frowned, and didn't speak.

"Where is Lao Wang, what's wrong with him?" Seeing that the man didn't speak, I was a little anxious, so I yelled suddenly, because he was the only one who knew about Lao Wang.

He glanced at it, still didn't speak, and walked in another direction.

"What the hell are you talking about, what happened to Lao Wang?" I yelled at the man.

He stopped his figure, glanced at me faintly, with a strange smile on the corner of his mouth, and slowly said: "Chen Jiu, for the sake of our similar looks, let me give you a word, everything is done in moderation. I know there are people in the world, there is a pair of eyes in the north that have been staring at you. If anything goes wrong with you and your life is in danger, let me give you an advice on the matter of Wanming Tower. Go to prison for three months, otherwise you will be attracted Murder."

I was taken aback when I heard what he said, what did he mean?Just as I was about to speak, Lang Gao put his hand on my shoulder, "Chen Jiu, forget it, don't ask."

"Grass!" As soon as I knocked off Lang Gao's hand, I chased after the man. After a few steps, I realized that the man had disappeared, his feet were soft, and he sat on the ground. Shouting hysterically: "Come out, come out, why the hell did you kill Lao Wang, why, how did he offend you, it's worth your murdering his life, come out!"

"Chen Jiu!" Na Lang Gao came over and said, "I may know his identity."

Hearing this, I was taken aback, grabbed his arm, and said anxiously, "Who is he?"

"Maybe someone from the military!" He thought for a while and said this.

"People from the military?" I couldn't believe what he said, so I said, "How could it be from the military? I have never had any contact with the military. How could the military find me?"

"You are an ordinary person, so naturally you don't understand what's going on here, but I have been in the police academy for four years, and I know the inside ways. Take the silver version of the Desert Eagle in his hand as an example. There are only about 50 in the whole country. , are in the hands of the military, and the pistol he holds now can only show one thing, he is a member of the military, and he still has status." Lang Gao explained to me.

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, slapped his palm on his thigh, and muttered: "I actually forgot about him, that person is very likely to be him."

ps: 饭, xiang, the third sound.

(End of this chapter)