Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Mo Jing went inside with extreme cold anger. Indeed, he saw that a group of medical personnel were mostly injured. Many others were unconscious because they were suddenly attacked behind their backs while on duty at the hospital, and all the medical devices in the seriously ill ICU where Seasonal Warm originally lived were disconnected, and the beds were empty.

This distance is too far apart, non-hospital staff can not get close, don't say that Qin Shiting was outside after he fell asleep last night. Even if he was here, it is impossible to tell if those people were real medical personnel or other people who were mixed in for a while. When discovered, people must have been transferred.

Suddenly, Mo Jingdeep's phone rang, the man looked at Qin Shiting's number on the screen with a cold glance, and the moment he picked up the phone, he heard Qin Shiting sinking voice: “Found it, our people are surrounded outside, but the season warm life is in their hands, they asked you to go there personally, the purpose is clear, even if you can not change out of Tu Tai with the season warm, you have to put out what you want from your mouth, they are just using it as an excuse to change Tu Tai, in fact, the opportunity to want to monopoly. ”

“I went over there.” Mo Jing has no expression on his face, hangs up the phone, turns around and walks straight out.

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The large hotel room was quiet and calm, several Cambodians watched the bloodless woman on the bed, stole her from a few hours ago until now, no one was awake, they were even wondering if a dead person had been stolen, can they threaten to get ink depth?

After all, I heard that this woman named Ji Wen is the only weakness in Ink Jingshen, and bringing people out of the intensive care room like this should be able to do anything to threaten them.

“Will she die here?” One of the dwarves looked at the woman in the bed and always felt that she now looked no different from the dead, nothing at all.

“Even if she dies, Control will definitely find a way to bring her whole body back, wait patiently, and people will probably be here soon. ”

“We are surrounded by people from * * I base now, isn't this too dangerous... Brother has not been rescued yet, should we exchange Brother's life first...”

“For what? As long as we get those from Control ourselves, the money will be ours in the future! Brother in their hands for so many days, immortality should also be crippled, there is no way to save us, we can do this by ourselves! ”

One of them put his hand on the bed in the woman's nose, and a little later he said, “Breathing is weak… we just steal people out, if we really die here, will Control just knock us out? Like blowing up this building? ”

“With his woman in our hands, the building won't blow up. Everyone has stolen it. What else are you afraid of? ”

“ …… ”

……

Just as a few people were still studying each other what exactly to do, Mo Jingshen had arrived at the location where Qin Shiting was located.

“People are up there, blackmailing Mrs. Mo's life. If you don't come in person, you'll throw Mrs. Mo off the balcony on the top floor directly before our people siege her.” K., who had already rushed in with Qin Shiting, came over and said: “Mr. Mo, these people are not very loyal to Tu, they already have an outside heart. In my opinion, the people who are so profitable are better to deal with than those who are too loyal to the rigid ones. Be safe, and then we will cooperate with them. ”

Those people asked Ink to go up in person and not carry guns.

Mo Jing stood deep on the hotel's quiet and luxurious corridor carpet, with his face open and his arms searched by the two Cambodians below, making sure he didn't carry a gun before he was allowed to enter the elevator.

Until the top floor of the hotel, the man walked out of the elevator, his long and pulled body through a thin blade of cold, glancing at the room in front and several guards outside the door, his face coldly walked past, his voice was like overflowing from the larynx bone, the tone was cold and ridiculous: “A few traitors who wanted to take the mountain as king, their ambitions were far enough, dare to hold me? ”

Those who guard outside the door of the room are not very good English, even less understand Chinese, only saw the real shadow of Mo Jingshen, only one person came up, a few people stood still and rushed to put a cold face, in Cambodian: “Mr. Control, we are talking about the life of your woman with you, this door is not that easy for you to go in, think about whether you want her life or those you don't even want to go underground wealth, anyway, you don't want those things, why not just give them to us! ”

They were not sure if Mo Jing Deep could understand their words, but when they hesitated to communicate, Mo Jing faintly said: “Tell your current leaders to get out. ”

He speaks Cambodian.

Those people stunned for a moment and had heard that Mr. Control was a very difficult man to deal with before. Whether by IQ or otherwise, many of his accomplices had suffered a lot of losses in the hands of him and the XI base many years ago, but I had no idea that he was fluent in the languages of so many countries.

One of them calmed down and repeated in a threatening tone: "Mr. Control, our big brother was once the best of Mrs. Attu's men, and he said that as soon as you hand over what we want, you will let your woman leave safely. ”

Mo Jingdeep, as those people threatened to come towards him, took a half-step back, looked like a cautious retreat, but as those people approached him and were trying to reach for him and grab him, he raised his opposite hand and strangled one of them directly by the throat, pulling a cold laugh at the corner of his mouth: “Just you scum, want to threaten me? ”

“If my woman were to lose one hair here, the scene would be out of control, and it would be difficult for me to guarantee that I would not kill herself...”

He hasn't finished a word, the atmosphere is tightened to the point where the next second is about to collapse, hardly half a second of kung fu, several people next to him rush to raise the gun against him, yet the man in front of him has cold eyes, black eyes over a moment, suddenly the whole person's atmosphere is astonishing, the danger is suddenly overwhelming.

By the time they reacted, the gun in Mo Jing's deep hand had been pointed at a person's eyebrow.

The man whose throat he strangled suddenly changed his face and looked at the man with the gun pointed at him.

Mo Jingdeep's gun was taken from him, fast enough that he didn't even realize it.

This man, who is honored as Mr. Control in their circles, is one of the think tanks and the mysterious BOSS behind XI base, but few people have seen him do it himself, and I had no idea he had such a good figure!

Dark inky eyes are light and cold, black shirt trousers are scattered and dangerous, with only two thin words: “Let go. ”

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(Oops, what's inside, Qingqing has been very shameless lately trying to become a moon ticket seeker, ask for a moon ticket ah ah...)