Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

The man suddenly searched around, looking at the tall grass heap behind the corner of the cabin and behind enough to hold a gap.

Mo Jingdeep suddenly took the gun out of his waist and threw it on the ground, lifting one hand and a half over his head.

The other person instantly returned to Mo Jingdeep and saw him throw his gun honestly when he even laughed.

But Mo Jingdeep this person has always been dangerous, they all know how deeply he is unpredictable, even then dare not approach him easily, just hold the gun to his head, as long as he dares to do anything, he can shoot him at any time.

At this point, another patrol on the other side of the cabin spotted the movement and walked over and saw the scene, gazing at each other with the previous person, both standing there with guns.

Seasonal warmth lay in the grass, staring white at the scene a few meters away.

Mo Jingdeep was always standing there calmly, not even looking at her in this direction.

Though loyal to Ajib, the dead are the dead, and they will find a way to get the best possible benefit for themselves, so they are now considering whether to kill Mo Jing deeply or bring people to Ajib for praise.

Mo Jing knew what they were thinking, and he didn't move.

Not to mention the warmth of the season in the grass not far away.

No matter how thoughtful the plan is, it's no better than her safety and her phrase, "I'm pregnant, Mo Jingdeep”.

At this moment, he can't gamble.

Suddenly, the person found a white dress underneath the grass pile. The white dress on the warm body of the season was given to her by the old woman, it didn't fit very well, and the horn was long. She hid again. The color of the white dress could not be hidden in the grass pile, and there was always a white bright color to draw their attention.

Later, the man closed his eyes and pointed the gun directly at the grass stack.

The deep temple of the ink landscape jumps straight.

These people are vicious and just point the gun at him. At least he can fight for a life in terms of profit, but for the warmth of last season, there is always a risk of shooting.

Seeing as he was about to shoot, Mo Jing moved deeply on the ground, and the gun that had just been thrown on the ground was instantly hooked up and fell back into his hand.

Seeing him was a shooting attempt. For the first time, I didn't know whether to kill him or exchange him for profit. Suddenly, I pointed the gun directly in the direction of the grass stack. Successfully, I saw Ink Jing Deep and thus stood still. I didn't move again.

“Put the gun down!” It is obvious that the man in the grass is important to him, and that he has made a direct threat.

Then the man suddenly whispered, "Why don't you just kill him first, just in case? ”

“OK, hit me.” Mojingdeep dropped the gun again, this time directly to their feet.

The two laughed suddenly, one of them kicked his foot in front of Inkview's deep knee and Inkview knelt deeply on one knee.

Meanwhile, the man threw the gun butt in his back of his head. For a moment, he was frozen, but he kept his mouth shut in order not to scare the women in the grass.

Mojing's deep voice pressure is very low, even if it is so low and dull, it still lets Ji Hsing hear the dangerous meaning: “This place is surrounded, there is a possibility of being bombed at any time. Instead of being loyal to Ajib here as a dead man with him, let me go, and I will fight with the XI base and the police to give you a chance to live. ”

A brief silence.

Those two are hesitating.

Indeed, they really didn't meet the most difficult American police to mobilize so quickly, and with so many helicopters in the air, they really had to wait for their lives to be besieged.

Cold gunpoint rests on the head deep in ink.

The first person's eyes were filled with hesitation, but then the other person's eyes were filled with killing intentions, and he didn't believe that when he really let him go, he would really give them a chance.

At the same time, the seasonal warmth in the grass heap knew that she had long gone into hiding, and she touched a sturdy wooden stick in the grass heap, presumably a piece of wood that had not been cut open.

She held the wooden stick in her hand and slowly did the prepared motion, while their attention was not all here, almost the sod drilled out of the grass pile, swung the person closest to the grass pile to the ground, rushing over, while the wooden stick in his hand severely smashed the wrist of the person in front of him, and shot the gun down in his hand.

Two people were instantly knocked over by a woman drilled out of the grass and the gun fell aside.

Mojing Deep picked up the gun almost the first time, but when he raised his head, the first person to fall had jumped quickly and put the gun in his hand against the warm door of the season.

The man grabbed the warm arm of the season and put the gun to her temple.

He stared coldly at Ink's depth: "Try it, see which one of us is faster. ”

Guns that resist the warm temples of the season, cold and icy, are long, cold, black rod long guns that the warm season has never seen in the country, even on TV, with a black, cold light.

He threatened to throw the gun away deep inside Mojing, who was holding the gun tight, pointing it at his head and not letting go.

The man suddenly grinned in Qi warm's ear and said: “It seems Mr. Control is not so pitiful, you pretended to be dumb and lurked here for two or three days, and he didn't even take your life seriously. ”

The tablet in her hand snapped slightly and clicked on her temple.

The warmth of the season is crumbling.

Mojing's deep eyes moved and his heart almost stopped, finally letting go at this moment.

Lie down slowly and place the gun on the ground.

The other person had also stood up at this time, taking advantage of the opportunity to pick up the gun again. First, he stepped on the ground with Ink's deep hand, and then turned around and slapped him and stirred up the past in the warm face of the season. His mouth cursed the stench. Bitch.

The wrist bone was almost smashed by the stick she just gave me. Mom... it hurts.

He did it so hard, he didn't have a soft half because she was a woman.

Seasonal warm head tilted to one side, all trembling, cheeks swelling rapidly, pain numbness, she could feel mouth smashed by teeth, salty liquid spreading at the tip of the tongue, because the movement was too intense, the hair held apart scattered, covering the half swollen face.

She swallowed the bloodbath and didn't say a word, leaving her hair to cover her face.

So you can't see the depth of the ink.

Just don't see it.

Mo Jingdeep at this moment all over her muscles tightened, just made a move, the first person's gun had hit his head again, he said in English: “If you move again, she will die! ”