After interrogating with guns, it turned out that when the two men went to the river to collect the nets within a few hours, they found that the net was entangled by something heavy, and there was no way to drag it up. The other person saw that the sky was getting worse and worse. Hei, just jump into the river to see what's going on. People plunged into the water and touched them, and they were happy to swim ashore immediately.
Not everyone can own a motorcycle in Linguo, at least someone with a certain amount of money can own a motorcycle, and they actually have two motorcycles in their fishing nets!
Salvage one, prepare to salvage the second... Then he was surrounded by soldiers armed with guns.
There is no need to torture and torture, just ask and confess honestly.
There are not two motorcycles, there are three in total.
"The three motorcycles are likely to be left behind by the Chinese ambassador. The Chinese side sent five staff to accompany the ambassador, plus the Chinese ambassador for a total of six. The three motorcycles are just right."
General Wu Weinu, the supreme leader of the Linguo Military Group, held a large cigar in his hand, and his voice was cold and fierce. Find them at the party."
General Wu Weinu is addicted to cigarettes. He smokes four or five cigars a day. His short fingers and middle fingers are smoked into smoky yellow, and even his fingernails are smoky yellow.
The stature is not high, it belongs to the typical five-short stature ratio, but he has the iron and blood of a soldier, which is daunting.
With his orders, the Klitsch leaders of the New Deal were even more lazy in their sitting posture, the tension in their hearts was loosened, the heavy stones were gone, and the whole person was naturally much more relaxed.
The sky was very dark, the sky was so black that there were no stars, and the city where the power supply was interrupted was completely shrouded in darkness. Everywhere was pitch black. The atmosphere was so depressed that people couldn't breathe, and there was an aura of despair everywhere.
A young son was afraid of the dark, so he hid in the arms of an adult, crying, and went to sleep with tears hanging on his eyelashes.
The child went to sleep without knowing what happened, but the adult didn't dare to watch the house with wide-eyed eyes, for fear that someone would come in with a gun and hurt his family.
Ye Jian, who had had dinner, were doing the final equipment inspection. Kundan was standing on the second floor of the wooden house, watching the guests who were about to leave with eyes like eagles.
Those who can find him to take arms are people who understand his rules, like this group of people from China, they know their identities when they walk into their repair shop.
The Chinese asked him to get arms and they needed to leave immediately. Except for one of them, they were gentle and elegant, and the others knew that they were all soldiers when they walked in and radiated sharply.
Coupled with the news from the old policy, the new policy, and the Allied forces at the same time, he didn't need to think too much about the identity of these people.
Now, they are leaving, and the girl with the most similar eyes to her daughter also needs to leave...
Kundan Wuzi's lips pressed tightly around the corners of his mouth, leaning on a cane, "dongdong", slowly turned and left.
War makes people desperate, and also turns people into hateful demons.
V8 opened the Moto car seat cushion and prepared to put the bullets in. Two light flashes came into view from the dim flashlight. V8 raised its head and looked towards the second floor with some surprise.
What I saw was the back of Kundan leaving.
"Brother, look under the seat cushion." He said softly to the J5 and Xueying who were checking the equipment, "There are still two slight bumps under my car."
Ye Jian was sorting and counting the magazines one by one. Hearing this, he got up with two magazines in his hand, and heard Xue Ying said softly: "I have them here too, and there are two pistols under the fuel tank."