chief love marriage

Chapter 943 Wen Zhao, dead? (3)

On the high-speed highway, there are also more than a dozen helicopters circling continuously, scattering a large rain of roses, accompanied by the constantly rotating music, melodiously sounding.

"Forever love Forever love
I just want to spend my whole life loving you

From now on you will be the reason for all happiness"

The two bodyguards standing guard at the door glanced at the rose petals floating down from their heads, and chatted: "It's midnight, who is getting married?"

Another said: "It is estimated that he is from another city. He came to London to welcome his relatives."

"Tsk tsk, it looks like another romantic and affectionate young master. You see, the helicopter is used."

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There was a disdainful arc on Wen Zhao's lips, what a bunch of idiots!
The music on the helicopter was obviously the song for Ye Che and Xia Weiyi's wedding.

Presumably this shower of petals, this welcoming team of hundreds of luxury cars is just a way to deceive these idiots.

As soon as Wen Zhao's thoughts fell, two figures appeared outside the window, almost merging with the night.

"Small--"

The person outside the window just said a word, and Wen Zhao made a 'shh—' gesture and pointed to the door.

Those two people were hoisted from the helicopter to the fifth floor of the hotel using the wire. The direction of the window was facing away from the bodyguards. In addition, more than a dozen helicopters were constantly circling, and the effect of the rose rain made the eyes dazzled.

But even so, Wen Zhao still races against the clock.

He handed Xixi over to the subordinates of the Eagle Force. Xixi seemed to be a little resistant, so Wen Zhao said patiently: "Xixi is obedient, follow this uncle first, are father and mother on the plane, and brother will also follow?" You went up together, huh?"

When Xixi heard Mommy, she hesitated for a moment, then nodded, hugged the man's neck, and hung her up following the pressure.

Wen Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, and when he was about to get rid of another coercion, there was a sudden 'bang—', the door was kicked open, followed by a burst of gunfire, hitting Wen Zhao directly. On the subordinate next to him.

That subordinate was originally half-hanging in the air, and he had no chance to dodge at all, so he was shot to death just like that.

"Damn it, let that girl run away!" Dao Scar held a gun in his hand and cursed.

"It's okay, just run away, we still have a big fish in our hands." The fat big brother smiled sinisterly, and with a wave of his arm, there were four gun barrels at the head ready to warm Zhao.

Wen Zhao glanced at the big fat brother, then blinked innocently: "Fatty, didn't your mother teach you to love children?"

Xixi is already safe, he has enough time and patience to play with them.

"Stop talking nonsense, go out with me." The man with the scar cursed, pushed Wen Zhao's shoulder with one hand, and led him out of the room.

Headed by Big Brother Fat, there were about thirty people in the entire hotel, five of whom stood around Wen Zhao, surrounded him tightly.

The remaining 25 people, all holding pistols, lined up in two staggered rows, and stood straight at the hotel entrance.

And across from them.

Ye Che stood against the light in a white windbreaker. Behind him, hundreds of first-class snipers were waiting solemnly.

Even the helicopter above their heads hovered low and low above their heads, and countless far-infrared light spots shot at the top of their heads.

(End of this chapter)