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Chapter 438 Silent
"Sister, what's the matter, is it cold?"

In the warehouse, under the cold light of incandescent lamps, the goods are as quiet as the corpses in the morgue.

The cold air duct is filled with white mist, the sweat is condensed, it is cold, and it is extremely uncomfortable.

In the gap between the cardboard boxes, Han Qiao's face was ugly, and it was not clear when the zero-yuan purchase would end.

outside.

The gunshots continued, and the rioting blacks, with excited eyes, were like locusts, advancing one after another, gnawing on the goods.

in the crevice.

The black man kicked over the shelf, turned and left, Han Qiao sighed, at this moment.

Liu Xiaoli's face was pale, she threw herself into her arms, she was still in shock, her eyes were closed, her legs were sprained, her body was limp, her lips were bloodless, and she said tremblingly, "Han... no... it's not cold... what's going on outside? gone."

"Sister, it's okay, it's okay, I'm here."

Liu Xiaoli is like an ice cube.

Han Qiao hugged her tightly, the body temperature was ironing her body, gentle and delicate, he hugged the woman's face in his arms, hid the clothes, followed the curve of the beautiful back with his hands, calmed his emotions, and said easily: "Free America, every gun battle One day, sister, we will live and die together."

"Han Bridge."

The arms around her waist were tightened, and Liu Xiaoli was greedily absorbing the warmth, at this moment.

Even if she doesn't admit it.

In his heart, he longed for Han Qiao to hug himself tightly and crush himself.

The white tiles are cold.

She hugged Han Qiao tightly, closed her eyes, and tentatively listened to the movement outside.

"boom."

The gunshots shattered the glass, and the glass shattered like rain.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

Han Qiao stroked the woman's back: "My husband is here."

storehouse.

The air-conditioning was overflowing, and Han Qiao carefully observed the situation in the crevices of the cardboard boxes.

The riots are not over.

instead.

Intensified, outside the warehouse door, the sound of chaotic footsteps, the most terrifying.

Negroes set fire to it.

After the supermarket was looted, someone set fire to it, and the sound of protests from the march pierced through the roof.

Han Qiao's face was ugly.

"Boom."

The warehouse door fell to the ground with a loud bang, deafening.

Immediately.

The man's voice was hurried, urging the black people around him.

in the crevice.

Han Qiao stared, and subconsciously hugged the women in his arms, two black men and one white man.

fully armed.

The outlaws, unlike the locusts, have obvious targets, gunshots, and search the warehouse, anxiously cursing: "Fuck, Tang, no, you fucking Flender."

"Keep looking." The white man was the leader, kicking over the goods, his voice anxious: "Quick, quick."

After the carton.

Han Qiao hugged Liu Xiaoli tightly, not daring to show his breath.

Liu Xiaoli's body seemed to be epileptic, swaying, her legs were tight together, her head was buried in Han Qiao's chest, and her breathing stopped.

"soup."

The black man said, holding a gun in both hands, and walked over without robbing.

Feet with cargo.

Very close, the cargo box rolled down, and Han Qiao protected the woman with his body.

"Ah."

Throat was dull, and he didn't say a word, and the cargo box hit his back, which was burning and painful.

Han Qiao lowered his head.

Her face froze, Liu Xiaoli put her legs together in her arms, trembling lightly, a gust of warm water flowed out along the ground.

storehouse.

In the cold air, the smell is strong.

The black man's nose moved, and the next moment, he lowered his head, and there were yellow water stains on the tiles.

His eyes were terrified, he kicked over, and growled: "Tang, there are people, I said that the fucking Flender can't be trusted, God has abandoned him, what the hell."

"Tang, Flender betrayed us!"

A close call.

Life is hanging on the line.

"No no no."

Han Qiao raised his hands above his head and stood up slowly: "Don't shoot, I'm not a policeman."

in the warehouse.

The robbers looked at each other, and the next moment, they were surrounded by layers of triangles.

The black man pointed his gun and nodded, another black man walked up cautiously.

Without further ado.

He kicked Han Qiao's knee, touched it with both hands, and called out easily, "Tang, no gun."

The three relax.

The black man pointed the gun, turned to the cardboard box, and Liu Xiaoli sat on the ground.

The dress is wet.

Her eyes were out of focus, her face was pale, and the black eyes were greedy. Liu Xiaoli's legs were close together, and the small half of her lotus root leg was tender and tender: "Tang, a Chinese woman, is pregnant."

"Bring it out."

Han Qiao raised his hands above his head. Damn, he has never been so useless in his life. He confessed: "Don't hurt her, we can discuss anything."

"Downshift!"

The blacks cursed: "Chinese people, low-class people, low-class people."

"soup."

"Huaxia people are rich." The black man grabbed the necklace from Liu Xiaoli's neck.

Diamond necklace.

Glittering, Liu Xiaoli's dress was torn roughly, her chest was covered with snow white.

At this moment.

She was dumbfounded, her eyes glazed over, and her arms were clasped around her chest.

"This woman is so coquettish." The black man roared angrily with greedy eyes and tyrannical emotions: "Tang, Flender lied to us, this woman is a windfall."

"Pregnant woman." The black man was tyrannical, staring at her intently, wishing to crush her into his eyeballs.

This Chinese woman.

She has an excellent figure, and she is also a pregnant woman: "Tang, this woman has a really good figure, I want her."

"soup."

Han Qiao's English was poor, but he understood these few sentences. Anger and humiliation burned his heart like fire.

Damn.

Damn.

The situation was critical, Han Qiao was calm, without any stress reaction, and looked at the white man: "Tang, is bullying a pregnant woman the belief of the United States?"

Soup is white.

Tall and strong, he kicked Han Qiao's chest and yelled, "Shut up."

"soup."

The two black men shouted and approached Liu Xiaoli.

in the warehouse.

The three gangsters, Han Qiao and Liu Xiaoli, had absolutely no room to resist.

Han Qiao gritted his teeth.

Struggling, she moved to Liu Xiaoli, spread her hands, and covered the woman with her body, gritted her teeth, spat out a mouthful of blood, and smiled: "No one should try to touch her."

He is afraid of death.

but.

His own woman, pregnant with her own child, watched her being bullied.

Han Qiao would rather die.

"Damn it, damn it." The black man's eyes were tyrannical, and he pointed his gun at Han Qiao: "Huaxia pig, if you want to die, I will help you."

The muzzle was cold.

Frost between eyebrows.

Liu Xiaoli was still in shock. At this moment, she looked at Han Qiao's firm back.

subconsciously.

With his arms around him, without saying a word, a thought flashed through his blank mind: "He is dead, and I am not alive."

"Nick, Jim."

critical time.

The ear-piercing siren pierced the sky, and Bai Rentang's voice hurriedly said, "Get out."

"Damn."

The police came, and the two sunspots looked at each other. At this time, shooting would only irritate the police and reveal their position.

The black man's eyes were tyrannical, and the butt of the gun was on Han Qiao's shoulder, causing severe pain.

Han Qiao said nothing.

next moment.

He kicked his chest, lost control of his body, and fell backwards: "It's your luck, next time, you won't be so lucky."

The black man finished.

Leave quickly.

in the warehouse.

Han Qiao stared at the backs of the three of them. Next time, there will be no next time.

No hesitation.

Enduring the pain, he hugged Liu Xiaoli with both hands, and left the warehouse. The supermarket was in a mess.

Shelves dumped.

The goods and cardboard boxes were trampled on and broken, Han Qiao found the right direction.

out of the supermarket.

outside.

Alarm bells blared on the street, police stood by the car, and black people pushed the van.

All is well.

"Damn, what a few kingdoms." Han Qiao's wound hurt, and he spat out blood.

this trip.

He has seen it clearly, the United States, persistence is hell, and life safety cannot be guaranteed.

Liu Xiaoli was still in shock.

The dress was soaked and smelly, and she hooked Han Qiaotou with both hands.

His face paled.

The whole person is like a corpse salvaged from ice water.

Back to the villa.

Without hesitation, Han Qiao immediately contacted his friend in Ao Island. He was on Ao Island.

After spending tens of millions, I explained my intentions, and over there, arrangements will be made soon.

7:00 in the evening.

Han Qiao met the natives in Miami, Italians, in suits and leather shoes.

Very professional.

After hearing the names of the three gangsters, the natives promised: "Han, honored guest, before the sun rises tomorrow, I guarantee that they will appear in front of you."

villa.

Miami was on high alert and could not live, so Han Qiao immediately ordered to move.

Liu Xiaoli took a shower and became much more awake, and the two went to the bedroom.

Liu Xiaoli was treating Han Qiao's wound. The wound was not serious, but was covered with bruises from the beating.

on the chest.

Liu Xiaoli's fingers stroked the blue footprints meticulously, at this time.

Like a little girl, her eyes were reddish, her mouth was trembling, and she wanted to speak.

but.

Can't say a word.

bedroom.

Silent.

Han Qiao put on his clothes, put his hand on the door lock, thought for a while, and said, "Sister, it's all right, let's have a good rest."

out the door.

Han Qiao didn't stop and drove to his villa in the suburbs of Miami at 1:00 in the middle of the night.

The native escorted three people to the front.

The light was not turned on, the candle was burning, and Han Qiao sat on the chair with a smile on his lips: "Tang, we meet again."

Three gangsters, Tang is middle-aged white, two black, younger.

Tang looked sluggish.

He didn't expect that a Chinese person could have contact with the local mafia in Miami.

"Shet."

When the black man saw Han Qiao, he cursed, "Damn it, damn it, you should be shot dead."

"You have no chance."

Candles jump.

The content is violent and cannot be displayed.

Han Qiao turned his head, with a smile on his lips, two black men, Nick and Jim.

Nick.

Now like rotten meat, hands tied, kneeling on the ground, Jim's black skin.

Frightened, tears and snot flowed out of control, it was too cruel, this Chinese man, too cruel, begged for mercy like a kowtow: "let me go, let me go."

"Okay, I let you go."

"May God bless you." Jim's face flashed with joy, thankful, he kept kowtow: "God bless you, God bless you."

"Satan wants to take you in." Han Qiao smiled and said, "Please ask Satan to let you go."

Finished cooking.

When Han Qiao returned to the villa, he couldn't do anything illegal.

even in a foreign land

also abide by
The bottom line of Chinese people is to be an upright Chinese person.

Indigenous people don't have to abide by it, that's what they do, a big family, young and old.

provide for the family.

Life is hard, take care of the business and be kind, Han Qiao thinks.

this is.

The virtues that Chinese people should have.

Back to the villa.

Rem was waiting at the door. When she saw Han Qiao, she bowed and said, "Sir, everything is ready. We will leave Miami at 8:00 tomorrow morning, and our destination is Sydney."

"Ah."

Han Qiao was exhausted physically and mentally, and said, "Get ready for a hot bath."

"Ok."

The two walked into the villa. The villa was empty, and Han Qiao dismissed all the servants.

Rem was the only one left.

There are a lot of security personnel, real guns and live ammunition, Rem said: "Sir, Ma'am is waiting for you."

"Wait for me." Han Qiao looked at the clock, it was 4:00 midnight.

So late: "I'll go see her."

bedroom.

Han Qiao pushed open the door, but the bedroom was not turned on. Tonight, there is a full moon.

Embellished on the edge of the cliff.

The moon rises over the sea, and in the bedroom, in the cool moonlight, the vision is clear.

Liu Xiaoli was wearing a peony red silk nightdress, and her hair was cut short in a short time.

Dress very plainly.

The precious diamonds and gems were all put away and sat on the bed.

Bewildered.

Hearing the sound, she raised her head, and in her eyeballs, Han Qiao was standing upright, and Liu Xiaoli's face flashed joy: "Han Qiao, you are back."

"sister."

"It's so late, why don't you go to bed?" Han Qiao smelled it, and his body smelled bad.

and also.

Strong ketchup flavor.

"Han Qiao, come here." Liu Xiaoli was still in shock. After so long, she was afraid to call out, "You are not allowed to go anywhere tonight, come here."

"Sister." Han Qiao disliked: "I stink too much."

"come over!"

Liu Xiaoli's voice was very loud, almost roaring, the two looked at each other, she turned her head, and said softly, "Come here."

Han Qiao shrugged.

Smelling all over, he took off his coat and got into the bed, which was very warm.

Head on pillow.

Putting her arms around Liu Xiaoli's waist, she didn't mind at all and found a place.

Pillow on Han Qiao's chest.

Ouch.

Han Qiao stared.

Liu Xiaoli, something is wrong!

Could it be? Thinking about it, Han Qiao stroked his skin lightly with his hands, and called, "My wife."

Arms.

Liu Xiaoli didn't say a word, but Han Qiao didn't give up: "Wife, wife."

"Are you annoying?" Liu Xiaoli's face was ashamed and angry. Today, she was very embarrassed, the most embarrassing.

Han Qiao has seen it all.

and.

Thinking of Han Qiao's firm back, desperate to protect herself, she blushed and said embarrassedly, "It's too late, go to sleep."

"Wife, wife." Han Qiao didn't give up: "Wife, if you don't call me husband, I won't sleep."

Liu Xiaoli pretended to be dead.

There is a play, taking this opportunity to break through the relationship, Han Qiao is like a wild boar, chasing around: "Wife, wife, call me, call me."

"I'm bored."

Liu Xiaoli patted Han Qiaotou with her hands, her face blushed, she turned her head, and called embarrassingly, "Old...old..."

Han Qiao looked expectantly.

Looking at Liu Xiaoli's lips, her round and round face was blushing, and she looked like a girl.

Under short hair.

She habitually wanted to cover her face, but unfortunately, she couldn't help it, and couldn't yell intermittently.

"Wife."

Han Qiao's eyes were affectionate, and he took Liu Xiaoli's little hand: "I love you."

Eye contact.

Liu Xiaoli was emotional, and her lips called out: "Old...husband..."

bang.

The lightning struck wildly, Han Qiao was very excited, yelled, yelled, Liu Xiaoli finally yelled willingly.

"Okay, go to sleep." Liu Xiaoli blushed, embarrassed, not daring to look at Han Qiao.

Han Qiao is as old as her daughter.

but.

But he was willing to call him husband, stroking his belly with his hands.

The two also have children.

Breaking through the final psychological defense line, a kind of tenderness arises from the bottom of my heart.

Like candied fruit.

She couldn't help her arms, and hugged Han Qiao tightly. Her body was hot, and she said embarrassingly, "Han Qiao, go to sleep."

"Wife." Han Qiao was excited: "I can't sleep."

this moment.

Liu Xiaoli finally shed her mother's identity, and Liu Yifei was in her heart.

Very light very light.

She is a woman, a woman who likes men, and she looks like Han Qiao in body and mind.

Her lips are curled up, her eyes seem to be complaining and helpless, with a lot of flair, her red lips are charming and angry: "There are so many things, I still can't sleep."

"this life."

As Liu Xiaoli spoke, her face blushed, her head was turned back, and she murmured: "It's really my enemy."

mature woman.

But like a new wife.

blushing.

Her eyes were full of flamboyance, wanting to refuse but still welcoming, Liu Xiaoli bit her red lips lightly, and said embarrassingly, "Honey, go to sleep."

PS: The handling is very sloppy, but it can only be like this. There is a gap between the identities of the two people. Without such a sudden accident, it is impossible to break through the final psychological bottom line
(End of this chapter)