Baihe struggled and shouted: "What do you want to do! Let go of me! Let go of me!"
"Be honest, don't move!"
His struggle resulted in the brutal beating of three lawbreakers. He directly hit the back of the white crane with the butt of the imitation AK47 in his hand, until the Weaver yelled angrily, "Let go of my friend, let him go! Um! …"
A young man smiled strangely and ferociously. His eyes were clearly beautiful, like the pale blue of the sky at this time, but the movements he made were so fierce that they destroyed the clarity of his eyes.
He slammed the Weaver's abdomen with the muzzle, not just once, but violently hit Weaver one by one, "Shut up, disgusting guy!"
Speaking fiercely in the local language, he hit Zhique until his bow was tight and he made a painful sound before he retracted his hand. A middle-aged man with a long beard beside him "haha" laughed and patted the murderous young man. On the shoulder, he whispered a few words, and took out a handful of money and handed it to the young man.
Ye Jian and Zhique didn't understand, Bai He heard everything clearly without missing a word. Just because they heard everything clearly, Bai He's indifferent eyes narrowed tightly.
Depend on!
Something went wrong!
Violent elements are violent elements, but it is not the violent elements who kidnapped them, but... Damn, traffickers!
Trafficker
He, Blue Bird, and Weaver were sold by... human traffickers
Ye Jian and Zhique were also dumbfounded.
What does it mean to pay out
What does it mean that the taxi driver took the money
Why can't I see why
It's a gun again, and it's a money trader... Ye Jian felt that her IQ was not enough for the first time!
"How did you pay for it? What did they just say?" The Weaver who planted the ground asked his comrade Baihe, but now only Baihe who can understand the local dialect can solve the puzzle.
"If I say we were kidnapped by traffickers, do you believe it?"
Bai He said with a dull look.
…
The air flowing between the three of them solidified into pieces, one piece after another, hitting their faces... It hurts!
"I, was kidnapped by a trafficker?" Weaver, who was beaten to the corner of his mouth and bleeding, asked with a grim face.
Baihe nodded, "Yes, sorry."
"..." Ye Jian looked at the two and closed his eyes and said in a small voice: "It's a bit shameful, brother."
A bit embarrassing? No no no! It was ashamed that they both had the idea of retiring now!
Tangtang special forces were kidnapped by traffickers
Don't be ashamed!
You say you are not ashamed!
Ye Jian said again: "Since I'm a trafficker, why do I still have guns in my hand? Two groups of people."
The eyes of Weaver, who was looking for a hole in the ground, suddenly lighted up, yes! He paid attention to the "human traffickers" and completely forgot that there was a group of gunmen.
"Human traffickers are human traffickers, and violent elements are violent elements, so it's not too shameful." Baihe comforted the two of them, "Is my heart comfortable?"
Comfortable, so comfortable!
Back to the world from hell.
Zhique breathed a long sigh of relief, and said to Ye Jian: "I have never hoped to meet a group of truly violent elements like I do now."
"With each other." Ye Jian came back with lingering fears.
Baihe nodded slightly, agreeing.
The three people who were planted in a group thought of not their own safety in front of the armed violents, but that they were not ashamed at all. It can be said that the style of painting is strange, and the brains are also unique.
The taxi driver who took the money patted the boy with the gun on the shoulder and said a few words in a low voice. The boy nodded and answered a few more words.