The man pretended to be heartbroken and covered his heart, got into the car, "Howl, you are too cruel!"
Men laugh badly, giving people a feminine beauty.
Nan Feng screamed on the cigarette, took a deep breath, and looked up lazily, "You should be fortunate, it was your car that I kicked and broke, not your head."
The man was so angry that he could not speak, and motioned for Nan Feng Xiao to pass him a cigarette.
Nan Feng Xiao stared at him coldly, took out the cigarette, and threw it at him forcefully.
The man caught him, "Shao, you have been back for three years, and haven't thought of going back again?"
The man stared at Nan Feng Xiao, and he couldn't see the insincerity just now, and some were extremely serious.
Nan Feng Xiao did not speak, smoking a stuffy smoke.
Seeing that he was silent, the man just shook his head helplessly, and said with a wry smile: "I really miss when we were training in the Valley of the Dead. You were the first to get out of danger after nine deaths."
The carriage was dark, and the voice of the British man kept coming out, and Thunder looked inside curiously.
Valley of the Dead
It is not the largest underground organization in the UK. It specializes in training people to survive in the wild. Those who go must sign the status of life and death. Because there is the valley of the dead, few people can safely come out from there.
Nanfeng Xiaoxiemei smiled, popped the cigarette butt out of the car window, and the faint flame was immediately extinguished.
"Charles, do you want me to remind you that you were so scared that you almost peeed your pants the first time you went in?"
As soon as the man heard it, he jumped up and beat Nan Feng Xiao. Nan Feng Xiao gave a look, and Charles immediately sat down.
Damn, who can't let him beat Nan Feng Xiao
Charles lowered his voice, "Howl, I said it was just an accident. Do you know what an accident is?"
Charles said, his lungs were about to explode.
He really dared to take this matter and threatened him again and again.
Nan Feng Xiao twitched the corners of his mouth, flexing his muscles and bones, "Where is the gun? How could you send it?"
Obviously, Nan Fengxiao didn't want to keep the topic on Charles peeing his pants.
Charles took a gun from his pocket and threw it to Nan Feng Xiao.
Nan Fengxiao caught it and looked at it carefully, "This gun, looks good!"
Small and exquisite, it has a lot of performance, it is easy to carry, and it will not be discovered.
It's a good batch!
Charles gave a fake cough and put on airs deliberately, "You forgot what business I did in England?"
"Ufe your pants?" Nan Fengxiao said casually, but he didn't stop playing with the gun in his hand.
"Xiao, I brought my brother here."
If he has been holding onto this accident, he can really consider it and use force to solve it.
Nan Fengxiao disapproved, put down the gun and continued to strike, "Just like you, what kind of subordinate can you bring out?"
"Papa Papa—"
Countless sharp knives inserted. Entering Charles' heart, he hasn't seen him for a few years, and his venomous tongue has never diminished!
"You are in business. Buying so many guns, you want to grab the bank?" Charles joked, suddenly intrigued, and patted his thigh. "Why don't you call me this kind of thing? We are good partners."
Robbing banks, or foreign banks, is stimulating to think about it.
Nan Feng Xiao went straight around him, got out of the car, and ordered Thunder, "There is no problem with that shipment, the people who went ahead have received it, back—"
Charles grabbed Nan Fengxiao's sleeve, his pure blue eyes were astonished, and a string of English appeared.