Urban Fake Soldier King

After a short time, Duan Xin found a gun rack, a pistol silencer and a pressure cooker cover. He nodded with satisfaction and hung them on his body.

Xiang Bingbing squinted at the pot cover shaking around him. His eyes were like Zhou Xingxing looking at the soy sauce explosion. He couldn't help asking, "what's your anti killing plan?"

Duan Xin pointed to his head and said, "I'm thinking too."

"You're thinking" Xiang Bingbing nodded wonderfully, and ridicule and helplessness jumped out with the voice: "so you don't know what to do, just thinking about anti killing."

At this time, Duan Xin's eyes fell on the stairs and said in surprise, "Hey, there seems to be a secret door!"

At this time, the driver had reorganized his equipment, and the blonde also wrapped up the wound on her wrist with a silk scarf with strange fragrance. Mr. Hu bent his nose and said, "Dior Gold Diamond?"

The blonde said, "I can't believe you still know perfume."

Mr. tiger shook his head and said, "perfume will kill you. It itself has addictive toxins."

The blonde smiled and said, "China's state-owned sentence, called gentle Township, is a heroic grave. It is said that men will eventually die in women's arms. Women want to cherish their own gentleness and bury more men."

Mr. tiger stopped arguing. After she and the driver disappeared into the nearby house, he sent a message to Mr. lion and reported the situation here before he began to take action.

The wooden door is very shabby, a bit like the fierce door in a horror movie.

What's behind the door?

Is it a madness trap?

With such doubts, Xiang Bingbing went in with Duan Xin.

The wooden ladder extending downward reflected the dim light, and the dust could be seen faintly. At the bottom, Xiang Bingbing looked up, but there was a group of people in the corner, seven, three men and four women, each wearing Indian unique clothes. At this time, they were crowded together, and their faces were consistent with fear and anxiety.

Seeing Duan and Xiang, an elderly middle-aged man put his hands together and begged for mercy.

Duan Xin frowned, his eyes fell on a young girl, and his mouth tutted. The girl could not be more beautiful. If God had made a standard facial makeup for the most beautiful woman in the world, the girl's facial features would all match. The cinnabar in the center of the eyebrows is more wonderful to make the finishing touch. The body wrapped under Sari exudes a green and graceful temperament. At present, it looks timid, It also contains a bit of sadness.

Looking at other people, their clothes are very ordinary. They don't look like dignitaries. Duan Xin said, "English?"

The middle-aged man was very frightened when he saw Duan's heart coming.

Duan Xin stopped and said to Xiang Bingbing, "ask them what they do and understand their language?"

Xiang Bingbing was somewhat helpless and asked a few questions in Hindi. It turned out that she had been to the southern border with Liu Haicheng and knew the Indian language very well.

After a short time, Xiang Bingbing came back and said, "they are pilgrims to China. They are devout and bumpy all the way. When they came here, they found a large number of soldiers and gunshots. They thought there was a war and hid here. I think they didn't understand that we are just freshmen in military training."

Although the relations between the two countries are tense, China is a great country and does not refuse ordinary people from India to make a pilgrimage. Duan Xin nodded, squatted in front of the beautiful girl, showed a harmless smile and asked in English, "what's your name?"

The girl refused to answer and leaned timidly towards the people around her.

Duan Xin said again, "don't be nervous. There is no war here, and I won't hurt you."

The girl paused and said, "rusha"

Duan Xin said, "Yusha? "Rosa?"

The girl corrected, "it's rusha"

"Rusha, it sounds good!" Duan Xin smiled and said, "my name is Duan Xin. Nice to meet you. I like Indian films, Salman? What a man! "

Xiang Bingbing turned her eyes and almost went to the room. The boy didn't forget to pick up girls. She couldn't stop pulling back Duan Xin and said, "can you take care of the things in front of her first?"

Duan Xin licked his lower lip and said, "well, ask them if they have weapons."

Soon, Xiang Bingbing will come to two bags of cornflakes. They are all believers, so believers don't need to defend themselves on a long trip. Duanxin reluctantly put away the cornflakes, looked at rusha reluctantly, and then walked upstairs.

At this time, rusha whispered to them.

As she got up, she took out her mobile phone. On it was a face, a typical Indian man.

When she finished, Xiang Bingbing explained to Duan Xin, "one of their partners has separated. It's this man. Ask us if we've seen him. His name is Shalu. He's her brother."

"Sorry, I haven't seen it." Duan Xin looked at the picture carefully, shook his head, gestured and said, "rusha, you just hide here. Don't go out for the time being. It's a little dangerous outside, okay?"

Rusha seemed to understand and nodded.

Upstairs, Duan Xin crouched by the window, looked at the situation outside for a while, pointed to the following aisle and said, "I'll go there, you're here, so you and I can take care of both directions. Do you understand the corner situation?"

Xiang Bingbing said, "I'm not stupid. Thank you. What's your anti killing plan?"

Duan Xin smiled and said, "I'm the old Yin Bi who eats chicken. I hide well. I'm proud. I don't have an octave mirror, but I have a pressure cooker."

As he spoke, he jumped down quietly.

A fallen leaf was swept up by the wind and gently shed into the distance, making a sigh like sound.

Although seven or eight tin buckets were staggered in the path of several floors, there was only a gap of half a meter wide, the driver still shuttled calmly and quickly, and his footsteps were silent.

If anyone sees his look at this time, he will know that there is a reason why he enjoys the name of "Mr. cat". His light pace, never relaxed vigilance and steady right hand holding the gun all show his strength.

The corridor is more than 20 meters long, with four branches in the middle. It is dry and quiet. There are occasionally several weeds on the ground, gray and attached to insects. As soon as the steps pass, they fly lazily. They lean against several tin buckets on the low wall, emitting a faint smell of oil stains.

There is no human shadow, not even human breath.

Mr. cat flashed through four tin buckets several meters apart. When he was about to pass through the last one and enter the second floor for inspection, he suddenly saw a groundhog in the grass behind the house. He raised his head and looked here with fear and vigilance in his eyes. Mr. cat subconsciously stopped.

At the moment when he looked a little sideways, the nearest tin bucket suddenly flew up and smashed at him. The momentum was no less than a heavy shell.

With the vigilant Mr. cat, he took two steps behind him, stepped on the low wall, jumped up in the air, grabbed his left hand, and just grabbed the window sill on the second floor of the small building four or five meters above the ground. The whole man was like spider man, hanging close to the wall in the air.