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Li Yun: ""
Why is it a little different from what I imagined.
***
The front is still the main road, and the back turns into a bumpy path.
The car was too bumpy and wobbled.
The paratrooper felt that his internal organs were about to be shaken out, and his body was agitated violently.
He wears a special military watch made by supe on his wrist, and the ordinary signal shielding device has no effect at all.
After Liyun found out that he and Suningyuan were missing, he should be able to detect his location soon.
It's just that this group of people didn't know what they were going to do.
For a long time, there was no movement.
Su Ning is far from a child, who can he offend?
At this moment, a man's voice came from the driver's seat, "Call Brother Jin, we'll be here in ten minutes."
The inch-cut man called Zhong Zijin.
The man who looked at the paratrooper and Suningyuan from behind moved his body, snored, and fell on the paratrooper.
Paratrooper: "?"
You are so heavy!
****
ten minutes later.
The car stopped at an abandoned factory in the east.
It's kind of dark outside.
The paratrooper's eyes were caught off guard by the light of the flashlight, and then a few people seemed to come out of the factory.
Footsteps came and went.
All of them sounded like Lian Jiazi, their footsteps were very light, and their shoes were on the dry grass.
The force value of this group of people is not high, but it is definitely not low.
Zhong Zijin and Zhang Ting walked out of the factory.
Zhong Zijin looked at the two boys who were thrown beside the short-haired man, and frowned deeply, "Why did you bring one more person back?"
The inch-headed man said the matter respectfully and focused on the key points.
Zhang Ting said with a cold face, "Kill Su Ningyuan, as for the other one, just throw it away."
Although Mrs. Su told him that Suning would be better off than dead, but he didn't have that kind of leisure time.
Running to the perilous Burangzhou and sending Suning far to the west has exhausted all his patience.
If he hadn't killed Su Ningyuan, Mrs. Su promised to give him another 30 million, so he wouldn't be bothered to waste time and effort.
Hearing this, the paratrooper gritted his teeth and squeezed his fingers tightly.
His fingers were still tentatively trying to untie the rope that bound his wrist.
The inch-headed man didn't make any movements, but just looked at Zhong Zijin to himself.
No matter what Zhang Ting said, he was an outsider, and he was not qualified to boss him around.
With his hands behind his back, Zhong Zijin leaned lazily against the doorway, the smoke curling up from the cigarette he held in his fingers.
The face hidden in it was a little dark.
Regarding Zhang Ting's words, Zhong Zijin didn't look up or shake his head.
Zhang Ting put it in his pocket and the phone rang again.
The ringing of the bell resounded in the silent and cold night sky, and it was creepy to listen to.
It's Mrs. Su's phone number.
When Zhang Ting thought of Mrs. Su's weeping face, a little irritability appeared between his brows and eyes, and he hung up the phone with a few simple sentences.
Seeing that Zhong Zijin was still indifferent, Zhang Ting's expression turned cold, "Brother Jin, what do you mean?"
Zhong Zijin pinched the butt of his cigarette, and the last puff of smoke sprayed on Zhang Ting's face.
Arrogant and arrogant actions.
Zhang Ting was so choked that he coughed violently, covered his nose, stared at him, and snarled at Zhong Zijin, "What? Don't want to see sharks anymore?"