Chapter 92 (1/2)
Liu Minghui secretly glared at him. He wanted to deny others and score points. If Duan Xin didn't go out, he would not only appear too inferior, but also too timid.
Chi Wanqing and Miao Shousheng both approached the screen and looked at a mercenary's fuzzy face. The former said, ”can you find out his information?”
Someone quickly called out the face, and after the clear processing, began to query. Soon, he said, ”it's the hummingbird team.”
Hummingbird team? Miao Shousheng had no idea about it and said, ”who is this person?”
He was asking Chi Wanqing, but the latter didn't answer immediately. His face was a little more nervous. Then he winked at the wind around him. A cold light flashed in the wind's eyes. He looked at the screen like a dead man, turned and walked to the door. No one stopped him, and no one wanted to know where he was going.
When the fashion left, Chi Wanqing said, ”many countries want to know which mercenary organization the hummingbird team belongs to, but they don't know. The members of the team come from all over the world, but their identities are fans. They have assassinated many national senior officials and made brilliant achievements in the mercenary industry, just like the death squads. You've seen the film, and they are even more terrible than the movie characters!”
After hearing this, Miao Shousheng looked at the Liu family's father and son. He knew that Duan Xin was choking. He still couldn't help whispering, ”is it time for the wind?”
Chi Wanqing shook his head and said anxiously, ”far can't hydrolyze near thirst. At present, Duanxin can only rely on himself!”
Miao Shousheng's heart sank.
Liu Haicheng, Miao Xiaoyou and others nearby are uncontrollably happy. They really want to find someone to share their feelings. This reminds them that Hou Ling and Hou Xinting have gone to military training, but they still sneaked out, took out their mobile phone and quickly sent a microblog. What is more gratifying than seeing a bitch die? Yes, he is still an enemy! Later, they couldn't wait to run back to see Duan Xin's tragic end with their own eyes.
”Don't shoot, I'm out.” Duan Xin held up his gun and crossbow, stood up from the lower slope and said, ”bosses!”
There are three people nearby. They are different in height, but they have the same strong breath. They scan in different directions. When they hear the voice, two people adjust the muzzle. In addition, the one is still on alert. Even if Duan Xin appears, he still doesn't relax. Duan Xin secretly nods. These people have a clear division of labor and think it must be a long-term cooperation.
A short man said coldly, ”throw away the gun and crossbow!”
Duan Xin threw the gun and crossbow far away and showed great obedience, but his words were quite unfriendly: ”if you no longer take my classmates as targets, I will consider letting you die without pain!”
The short man suspected that he had heard wrong. He laughed and raised his hand to shoot the student who was nestled in the grass. The student was shot in the thigh and screamed in pain. The man rolled out. The short man looked at Duan Xin disdainfully, rushed over to write a butt of the gun to Duan Xin's head, and then made a gesture. He had the meaning of smashing it again. He sneered: ”what are you talking about? Go on! ”
Duan Xin saw blood on his forehead and said weakly, ”well, I'm wrong.”
The short man took out a tie and Duan Xin obediently handed over his hands. The former was quite satisfied. He skillfully tied his hands, looked at them with a smile and said, ”I heard that there is a saying of yellow spring road in China. You can tell those wild ghosts that my name is Mr. Hu.”
While talking, Duanxin saw the low wall on the roadside of Fengcun village, and stood out a man with a long gun. She was a blonde. Now the target was caught, and she came out.
”Oh, Mr. tiger,” Duan Xin smiled and asked innocently, ”why do you call Mr. tiger because you look like a dry chicken?”
Mr. Hu didn't see how angry he was. In fact, he was still smiling, but he hit Duan Xin's face again.