Major General’s Smart and Gorgeous Wife

Chapter 620: I Know You'll Come

The trees are also a little nervous.

Those are organized professional killers, not human traffickers.

The boss still seemed to be practicing, and it was estimated that if he was prepared, the trees would kill him and he would shoot her with pain.

And the killers were very concerted, and their bosses pointed their guns at the trees, and they did the same thing.

Unless the trees kill them all at once, they will die for themselves.

Atmosphere, awkward and stiff for a moment.

“All right, put the guns away. Don't scare the little girl.” Still the boss spoke, turned his hand and got shot, yelling at the trees:

“Put our stuff back and we'll send you back. ”

His voice had just fallen, and a speedy motorcycle had rushed towards them.

“Shit, who? ”

A couple of people's guns, pointing at motorcyclists at the same time.

The woods are full of joy, Yunting, it's Yunting! He must have found her based on her cell phone location.

“Boom, boom, boom!” A few gunshots.

The motorcycle was still crashing forward, and the people in the car seemed to be able to see the trajectory of the bullet, so it flipped halfway through the sky and fell again, dodging the bullets of those people and rushing towards the trees.

The trees also went out and threw two or three insects in their pockets out of their heads and onto their buns.

The buns are really sweet little babies, the teeth are so good, they don't let go, bite them before swallowing them.

These guys were busy with the second round of clouds and didn't notice this side of the trees.

By the time they reflected, one of them had twitched and used his last strength to roll over the ground, in terrible shape.

Not all of them, at least one of them, seemingly untrained, raised his gun red-eyed and fired a shot at the trees.

Yunting quickly rushed over and plunged the trees, dodging the bullet.

Then Yunting couldn't help but comfort the trees, one turned around and threw the flying knife out of his hand.

After a spinning flying knife circled in the air, the man's two arms had been hung bloody, the man was not dead, just scared to look at the clouds.

The traffickers also returned to God. They were scared when they saw their hands so fast and so fierce. One by one, they threw their guns to the ground and raised their hands and held their heads and shouted:

“Hero, forgive me, we didn't mean to tie your girl up, we just ate. Don't worry, we'll never tie her up again. I wonder which road you're on? ”

Which way to hang out...

Today, Sunday, Yunting did not wear military uniform. It was to accompany the trees and Gu Qi to explore the terroir in the town and collect money with the trees.

He didn't follow the trees when he picked up the money, and he didn't expect people to be robbed.

I'm glad I got here in time.

Wood was in a good mood to hold Yunting's arm and delicate: "I knew you'd come, and you wouldn't let me down. ”

Yunting's face was cold and he didn't speak.

Those little traffickers even knelt down and begged for forgiveness: "Hero, forgive me, we are also small business, these girls you have sex with, I will give you a free gift.

“ …… ”

Yunting didn't even know how to catch it.

The trees were also amused by the way they called Yunting Hero. He shook his head helplessly: “Just because you are an IQ, you can still be a human trafficker, if you have not been sold. ”