Proud Wife Comes To My Arms

The fat sheep to be slaughtered

things happened so suddenly that Yu Heng didn't have time to respond to the feeling that he was about to suffocate, so his head swelled and his thinking power was lost.

"Let... Go... Me." Yu Heng's mouth and nose were covered, and he growled indistinctly, "you Wang... "

No matter how loud his voice is, even if he has exhausted all his strength, his voice seems to hum.

A minute later, Yu Heng fainted. He was put in the corridor and the man went up the stairs.

"Brother Zhang, that boy has been dealt with by me. What should I do next?"

Zhang Feng didn't reply, and the people who asked him kept silent.

In the box.

"Come on, let's go. Things here have nothing to do with you."

Seeing that Wang Ye is not moved, Zheng Jun emphasizes his voice again. However, after his voice has fallen for a long time, he has not heard back. When he looks back, he is right at her white eye.

Obviously, his words were once again completely ignored.

"I said, why are you so stubborn?" Zheng Jun is about to turn back. Wang Ye quickly steps forward and kicks Zheng Jun. when He staggers a few steps, a glass bottle falls and explodes to pieces.

"Especially, do you think Laozi is a decoration?" The muscles on Zhang Bo's face were twisted together, pointing to the women around him and yelling, "you all get out of here, so as not to spill blood on you."

Wang Ye holds his arm and winks at Zheng Jun.

Zheng Jun snorts and secretly counts the men in the box. There are six of them. It's really hard for him to deal with them alone, not to mention taking the little oil bottle Wang Ye.

"I don't need you to take care of me."

Wang Ye doesn't know where to take out an electric stick and hold it in his hand.

"The little girl is well prepared." Zheng Jun sighed again: "the little girl is well prepared."

"If you know you are weak, you should try to make up for your weakness." Wang Ye presses the switch, and the electric spark emits a dangerous blue light. The sound is like a devil's cry, and the voltage is not small.

"Where did you get such a powerful electric stick?"

"I made it myself." Wang Ye lowered his voice and said in Zheng Jun's ear, "it's just seeping. In fact, it's no different from the usual."

Zheng Jun

Zhang Feng stood in the shadow and saw the quiet box finally move. Several women with exposed clothes came out and went downstairs.

The corner of his mouth tilted slightly: "go lock the door. It's almost time for the police to arrive. The rest of the people will destroy all the surveillance and retreat."

"Oh, by the way, find someone to send Yu Heng to his grandfather and tell him that if he doesn't care about his grandson's mouth, I'll discipline him."

Wang Ye hears footsteps at the door. As soon as they are about to pass by, Zhang Bo's friends come over with wine bottles to fight. She has an electric stick in her hand, and no one dares to get close to him. The goal of the six people is the same. They are all aiming at Zheng Jun. She went to the door to see who it was. She untied the lock and pulled it back, only to find that it couldn't be opened. Along the crack of the door, he saw that the lock was tied with a chain.

A prank? No one can play such a boring trick on such an occasion. She had a bad feeling for a moment.

Zheng Jun is very hard to be entangled by so many people. He has no time to care about this side. He doesn't know what happened here.

Wang Ye's brain is running at a high speed, thinking about what is going to happen. She doesn't wait for her to think deeply, there is a thick liquid flowing in the crack of the door

, and the pungent smell is gasoline.

"Don't fight. Our door is locked."

Several people were fighting hard, and no one heard her at all.

Under the building, the siren began to make a long, rapid roar.

The outnumbered Zheng Jun exclaimed happily, "we have a helper."

Wang Ye's brow frowned. Maybe

Zhang Bo yelled: "did you call the police?"

"What's the name of a policeman? I'm a policeman?" Zheng Jun is a little strange when he shouts like this. Dekong crashes and asks Wang Ye in a loud voice, "did you call him?"

Wang Ye shrugs his shoulders and shakes his head. His heart is growing restlessly. He looks at the gasoline flowing in from the floor.

"No, we're going to be burned," she muttered to herself

The voice is not big, but this time the room is miraculously quiet.

In a few seconds.

"What is it?" Zhang Bo stammered, "what did she say just now?"

"The boss is gasoline, it's the smell of gasoline!" Someone screams and wants to rush to open the door. Wang Ye, who is at the door, is grabbed by Zheng Jun.

Zhang Bo walked over and kicked the door, the chain swayed a few times, but there was still no response.

"Come on, who locked my door?" As soon as he called out, the corridor, which was still a little bright, suddenly fell into darkness, and the lights in the box went out at the same time. Then something fell from the ceiling, and a more pungent smell of gasoline came to his face."What the hell is going on?" Zhang Bo's voice was a little lower. In the dark, the panic was magnified infinitely.

"Be quiet for me." Zheng Jun turned on his flashlight and looked at the pool of oil on the ground. "If there's no accident, these oils can burn us to the bottom."

Zhang Bo was afraid and forced to smile: "brother, when are you still joking here?"

Zheng Jun's voice was calm, but his brows were wrinkled together. The light of the flashlight reflected on his face with an indescribable uneasiness: "brother, I'm not kidding

The two men who had just been fighting each other to death were actually "brothers" at this time. It seems that nothing can be done in life or death.

Zheng Jun dipped his fingers in some gasoline and rubbed them with two fingers. "It's 100% of the real price of gasoline in department stores."

Zhang Bo's brain suddenly became very smart: "isn't the police coming, you are also the police. Tell them to help us quickly."

"I'll try."

When Zheng Jun got up, a police call came from outside.

"Listen to the people in the building, you are surrounded..." As soon as the policeman with the trumpet called out, a bullet penetrated his chest and he fell into a pool of blood. The crowd of onlookers screamed and ran around.

Zheng Jun also heard the gunshot, his face suddenly became ugly.

Zhang Bo This What's the matter? Why are there guns? "

At this moment, Wang Ye instantly sorted out all the details of today's incident. She immediately went to Zhang Bo: "the oil was put in advance. The net was laid for us early. If we don't come today, you will die. Zhang Bo, why are you here today

Wang Ye stands in front of Zhang Bo, her height is only to his chest, and Zhang Bo's back is facing the direction of the window glass.

"Why should I tell you."

"Because you and I and they are going to die here soon. Tell me there may be a chance to live."

"My brother asked me to meet here today."

"Is your brother a man named Zhang Feng with a scar on his face?"

On hearing this, Zheng Jun really admires Wang Ye. They are all fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered and cooked, but she still talks to the enemy. He simply stepped back to listen more carefully.

Zhang Bo's eyes are wide open. As soon as he opens his mouth and wants to say something, Wang Ye's face is sprayed with blood, and the broken glass in the window is blown up

Someone threw something in, and the box turned into a sea of fire.