Strongest Worker

"That's not good." the fruit farmer who sells plums is an honest rural man. He was in a hurry when he heard Li Qing's words. He quickly stuffed the coins back, "let's do some small business every minute of our capital, but we can't be greedy for your cheap."

"Just a few dollars..."

"Not even a few dollars." the fruit farmer looked positive, and then thrust the coin into Li Qing's shirt pocket on his chest. "You put it here, you can't lose it."

Li Qing smiled helplessly: "OK."

Without taking this small matter to heart, Li Qing turned and strode up the mountain road. It took more than half an hour to reach the ancestral land of the Li family. Under the big willow tree at the foot of the mountain, she found Fubo's grave.

"Fubo, I came to see you." Li Qing sat down in front of the tombstone with a slow sigh of relief.

After his parents died, now it is the old man under the loess, which makes Li Qing feel the only warmth of the Li family.

"You said that when I grow up to be a man, I can drink a few cups of old wine with you at night. In a flash, after so many years, I finally grow up." Li Qing took out the two bottles of Longzi wine from his pocket with a smile on his mouth, unscrewed the bottle cap, looked up and drank a big sip, and poured all the rest under the tombstone, "Uncle Zhang brought it to you. He said he gave it all to you. Don't run to him for..."

Li Qing talked a lot. Fortunately, this place is inaccessible, otherwise he would really be regarded as a psycho.

Took out the lighter and lit the fire. Li Qing burned the paper money, put some fruits in front of the monument, and then stood respectfully in front of the tombstone and bowed.

"Fu Bo, Li Qing always remembers your life-saving kindness." Li Qing's voice is a little low. "I don't know what I'm doing now. If you know, will you agree? But I have to. Now that I've done it, there's no way back."

After that, Li Qing turned and left.

It was noon at this time. The sun was shining on the ground. Walking on the mountain road, I only felt stuffy and unbearable. I couldn't help sweating on my forehead.

This is a narrow mountain road that has not yet been fully developed. The ground is covered with a layer of cement, but the width is only five or six meters, which just allows two cars to go side by side. After many years of wind and rain, the ground has been mottled, and the dry and hot air waves rise under the sun. One side of this cement road is a high mountain, and the other side is a steep depression. If you drive through here in rainy and snowy weather , it's very dangerous to slide down the mountain if you're not careful.

This road only leads to the ancestral Tomb of the Li family. It is impossible for tourists to come, so at the moment, Li Qing is walking alone on the mountain road. Under the scorching sun, the whole person seems to be a little listless.

One, two, three

Li Qing's eyes narrowed sharply with a sudden and gentle meal at his feet.

He turned his head slightly, and a dazzling reflection from the forest passed through his eyes not far away.

Without the slightest hesitation, Li Qing immediately threw away the things in his hand and turned over and planted the mountain depression on the cement roadside. At the same time, a gunshot also startled the mountain birds in the forest.

Bang!

After the gunshot, everything was quiet again. Until four or five minutes later, there was another rustle in the woods, and four strong men in camouflage ran to the road.

Lift off the camouflage cloth on his body. The man in front of him uses his sniper rifle to stir the waist high weeds at the side of the road, stretches his head to look into the depression, and then turns around to look at the daze on the face of the other three people: "did you hit it?"

After taking off the camouflage, the remaining three showed four pale Western faces. The first square faced foreigner gave the man a thumbs up and spoke an extremely awkward Mandarin: "you must be in. No one can escape at such a close distance."

Nodded, the man took down the sniper rifle and put it on the road. He waved to the other three people: "I'll go down to find his body and you stay on it."

With that, the man carefully climbed down the roadside depression. As soon as he went down, he didn't come up again.

Three foreigners stood in the hot sun and waited for more than 20 minutes. They were sweating all over, but there was still no movement below.

"Hey! Hey! Where have you been?" a foreigner was impatient and ran to the roadside to separate the weeds and look down. Driven by him, the other two people followed suit.

"Over there!" one of the Westerners pointed to the bottom of the depression and shouted suddenly. The other two looked in the direction he pointed, and their faces turned white.

The Chinese who has just gone down is now soft on the branch of an old locust tree under the mountain depression. His throat has been cut, his blood has basically drained, and his empty eyes look straight into the sky.

"Dead?" the three Western killers all looked shocked. However, they were well-trained after all. After a burst of panic, they instinctively retreated. At the same time, their rifles pointed to the waist high weeds in the depression.

Their reaction has been so rapid, but there is someone in the dark who is a little faster than them.

A Western killer was about to retreat. He suddenly found that his ankle was caught by something. He looked down in amazement. He saw that it was a hand that firmly grasped his ankle at the moment.

"Ah." the Western killer screamed, quickly turned his sniper rifle and fired a shot at his feet. Although the sniper rifle is more suitable for long-range attack, now the two are so close that they can't use any accuracy.

While the Western killer shot, the hand holding his ankle also pulled him down the mountain.

The body stumbled, and the barrel of the gun could not help lifting up under the action of inertia. With a bang, the bullet hit the grass in the distance.

The other two foreigners noticed the accident here and pulled out the dagger at their waist. Before they could run over, the killer had been dragged down the mountain depression without any sound. Only a blood wave suddenly splashed and soaked the weeds on the roadside.

"He's not dead, go back!" watching another teammate die, the head square faced foreigner could not help but spread a touch of gloom on his face. He has now begun to doubt whether the above information is wrong this time, which makes them accept a task that does not match their ability.

Just after his command was issued, another Western killer suddenly snorted. Compared with the previous one, this one was even worse and was dragged down without even a chance to shoot.

Naturally, there was no sound at all. The halo of the sun hovered in the sky and was terrible in all directions.

The square faced foreigner rolled down with cold sweat on his forehead, retreated a few steps back, all the way back to the concrete road, threw away his sniper rifle, pulled out two pistols from his waist, held them tightly in his hands, and stared at the miscellaneous grass.

A grasshopper's cry suddenly sounded in the grass, and the nerves of the square faced foreigner seemed to break at any time. After the insect's cry, he suddenly opened a gap, immediately shouted, fired several shots at the grass, and fired two bullets.

The pistol made a "click" empty sound, and the square faced foreigner suddenly regained his consciousness. He gasped heavily and felt ashamed of his panic.

The nervous tension has been relaxed, but the disadvantage is that when a figure rushes onto the road quickly and collides with a square faced foreigner, he still stands in situ in a silly daze.

What made the man come back to his senses was the severe pain caused by the collision of his back against the concrete road. He suddenly opened his eyes. In his vision, there were Li Qingman's sweaty cheek and a dagger against his neck at the moment.

"Do you want to kill me for something like you?" Li Qing's mouth tilted slightly, with a hint of disdain in her eyes.

"The killer from the west? Whose man?" Li Qing looked at the foreigner who was trampled by himself, paused and forced the dagger closer, "can't you speak Mandarin?"

The tingling pain on his neck made the square faced foreigner excited all over and quickly replied, "yes, I can speak Mandarin."

"Well, tell me, whose man are you?"

"We are all free people and have no affiliated organizations."

The tip of the eyebrow was slightly raised. Li Qing asked again, "who did you take the task from?"

"Hamster, hamster contacted us."

Li Qing's face was suddenly cold: "did he tell you himself?"

"No, it's his man."

With a slight nod, Li Qing glanced at the bottom of his eyes, then drew a dagger and stood up.

The square faced foreigner was trying to get up from the ground, so he was kicked down the mountain depression by Li Qing. Whether he can survive falling from such a steep place depends entirely on his nature, which is not the concern of Li Qing.

Insert the dagger back into his waist. Li Qing turns around and mentions the gun that fell to the ground to the foot of the mountain. Then, as if it were nothing, he still slowly goes down the mountain.

Li Qing thought carefully about the interception he suffered. When he returned to the roadside, he picked up the car and called the hamster first.

"I thought you lived so long because you knew current affairs. Now it seems that you are just lucky."

This was Li Qing's first sentence after the phone was connected, and the whole face of the hamster on the other side was scared green.

Stunned for a while, the hamster hurriedly explained: "what you told me is really doing with your heart, and I didn't dare to delay for a moment. However, the amount of information is too small, and my network is not in China, so it's very troublesome to do things. Give me another week, as long as one week, I will find the woman in red."

"I'm not talking about this." Li Qing said faintly, "you arranged the interception task of Shuanglong mountain?"

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