"Red Scorpion, where do you want to escape?" After everything was cleared, someone showed up and pointed a gun at a cabinet. The cold voice was calm as a pool of stagnant water, "Come out, Red Scorpion!"
Behind the cabinet, there was a red scorpion that was firmly holding his student with one hand.
He didn't move, as if no one was hiding behind.
There was no wave in the cold eyes of the speaker, nor did he give Red Scorpion a chance to think about it. He shot the cabinet twice, "I have limited patience, Red Scorpion. Don't challenge my patience."
This is K7's voice, his face is thin, his skin looks sickly pale as if he has never seen the sun, but the eyes staring at the iron cabinet are bright and sharp, with indifferent murderous aura.
There was movement behind the iron cabinet, and Red Scorpion walked out of it with his students. When he saw clearly who was standing in front of him, his pupils contracted, "It's you!"
It's Nick's weapon expert!
After seeing who it was, he pressed the gun against his student's head even harder, staring at K7 coldly, "Who are you!"
"No matter how many hostages you use, you won't survive." K7 directly ignored his topic, squeezed the trigger lightly, and his thin lips moved lightly. In his eyes, the red scorpion was already a cold corpse." Before you die, you don’t have to hurt others."
Standard American English, surprisingly, the K7 who speaks English turns out to be much more elegant than when you speak Chinese, "Students give it to me, and you can take care of the rest."
In exchange for Red Scorpion’s contemptuous laughter, he used the gun to hit the Vietnamese student’s head heavily, and the gun hole printed a blue half-crescent mark under the boy’s temple, "Do you know who he is? The son of a big man, hahaha, you can talk to him now to see if he wants his son to go back alive or to be transported back as a corpse."
His words made K7 frowned without a trace, and his thin but extremely delicate face became colder. "The hostage in Red Scorpion's hand is said to be the son of a big man. They themselves concealed the identity of the Vietnamese student. "
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"Damn, I know these grandchildren are unreliable." G3 sneered, and said to K7: "The hostage is in your hand, hold on first, and wait for us to come."
K7 stared at the red scorpion's black eyes for a moment, and his gun-holding hands were also fixed on the target's forehead, "No, clean up the weapons outside. Here, let me handle it."
This room was the room where Nick first traded with Red Scorpion. The confrontation atmosphere became more tense in the boy’s horrified eyes. Time was ticking away. About five minutes later, K7 heard the hostage. Who is your identity.
The brows were directly furrowed, seemingly embarrassed, but in fact his tight eyes relaxed a lot.
The vents in each room are connected. Ye Jian, who did not jump from the vent, moved her body gently under Xia Jinyuan's instructions, and entered the central air-conditioning port that was so narrow that only girls could enter.
"Continue to the front, Ye Jian, don't look back, I'll wait for you in front." The low, low voice came from the earphone with penetrating power, word by word, and Ye Jian listened. With the voice belonging to Xia Jinyuan, there was a cold determination in his eyes.
His voice is like light, it can penetrate the darkness, pierce the shade, and with warm power, always encourage her.