The black car was completely crushed and deformed. No one inside could get out, and no one outside could get in.
Behind the black car, there was a white extended version of Rolls-Royce. After seeing what happened to the black car in front, the Rolls-Royce took the initiative to back up the car a few meters before stopping. Seeing someone coming out of the plum garden, Rolls-Royce Slys' car door also opened, and two tall foreigners in black suits walked out.
Sure enough, as Grandpa expected, it was really Old Deng’s scoundrel son who caused this. The people who were interested in the Soul Gathering Stone were people from the United States. And when they came to Meiyuan today, they probably guessed that they had something in their hands. There is another important accessory of the Soul Gathering Stone, Ziyelin.
Two white Americans walked up to Xia Yuanqiu and Zhu Yan with steps they thought were handsome and domineering, and asked in their very poor Chinese: "Where is Mr. Xia?"
Xia Yuanqiu raised his eyebrows, raised his head slightly, and looked at the two white men with fierce eyes in front of him, with a hint of provocation: "Who do you think you are? Is my old man someone you can see whenever you want?"
The white foreigner frowned and said, "You Chinese have an old saying, don't drink a toast without eating as a penalty. The taste of the penalty is not very good."
She noticed that the man next to the foreigner who was speaking was slowly reaching his hand to his back, making a typical movement of drawing a gun.
Is she, Xia Yuanqiu, afraid of them? Obviously not! !
"I advise you not to draw your gun, otherwise you will definitely regret it." She had a calm expression on her face, completely without the panic that ordinary women would have when seeing a gun.
The foreigner snorted coldly: "I want to have a taste of what this regret feels like!" He also stretched his hand to his back, moving faster than the foreigner next to him. In the blink of an eye, a handful of pure The black pistol was already pointed at Xia Yuanqiu, and the foreigner beside him pointed his gun at Zhu Yan.
Xia Yuanqiu had told Zhu Yan about modern weapons, which naturally included pistols. He knew that once the man's finger pressed the half-moon-shaped thing, a powerful bullet would be shot out of the black hole of the muzzle.
It can easily kill someone! !
Of course, Zhu Yan would not give the other party such a chance. He stretched out his long arm, and before the other party could see clearly whether he had moved or not, the gun in his hand had been taken away.
The muzzle of the gun that was originally pointed at the other party was now aimed at his eyebrows.
The situation of the other foreigner was the same. He had no idea how his gun got into the other party's hands.
Xia Yuanqiu said to Zhu Yan: "Don't shoot your head. I heard that if you shoot your head, your brains will flow out. It's disgusting and will affect your appetite."
Zhu Yan responded: "If you don't want to shoot the head, then where should I shoot?" He pointed at the foreigner's forehead and slowly moved the muzzle down to the man's chest. After thinking about it, he moved it down again to the man's chest. Under his lower abdomen, he smiled and said: "How about the explosive bird? I heard it will be very painful."
Xia Yuanqiu laughed and said, "Let's give it a try!"
Seeing that Zhu Yan was about to pull the trigger, another person finally got out of the white Rolls Royce. The person was wrapped in a typical oriental robe, with long hair and a sinister sneer on his face.
"Two friends, they seem to be experts!" The visitor spoke pure Mandarin and looked at Xia Yuanqiu and Zhu Yan with cold eyes.
He held a cigar as thick as his thumb in his hand, and kept spitting out light gray smoke from his mouth.