Chapter 500： Its time to come (4) (1/2)

Holding a cell phone in one hand on the other, while the two of them were talking, he sent some messages in his hand.

When he was transmitting a video to a person, suddenly, Li Tingze behind him raised his hand and interrupted the man surnamed Wu.

Turning to look directly at him driving:

The light behind was a bit dim, making it difficult to see the expression in his eyes, only to hear his voice faintly sounded:

”I don't know what Brother Lin thinks. From your point of view, where is this kid most likely to go? Or is it possible that someone is helping him...?”

The brother Lin in his mouth is also a middle-aged man with a beard.

As soon as he spoke, Brother Lin was stunned, then put his hands on the steering wheel, sneered, and cursed Lailai: ”Wherever he goes, is there anyone to help him and let Lao Tzu find him? He will be slaughtered, because of this grandson, how **** it has been delayed.”

His words fell, and Li Tingze in the back seat suddenly laughed.

It was just a smile, and in the end, it suddenly became a little bit awkward.

When he spoke again, he suddenly moved forward, and his hands were placed on the backs of the two seats in front of him. He stared at the driver and said directly:

”Since you really think so, then you just...what is your other hand underneath?”

As soon as he said this, his body was stunned while driving, and in the next second, before he could speak, the back of his head was suddenly blocked by a hard object.

Don't think about it, you know it's a pistol.

Li Tingze stared at him, and a few words popped out: ”Bring your phone.”

When the surnamed Wu saw this scene, his expression suddenly changed.

Faced with this scene, the middle-aged man surnamed Lin didn't rush, he just smiled and said, ”Mr. Li, you are boring, I didn't do anything just now.”

Li Tingze didn't speak, but the surname Wu understood him, leaned forward and took his mobile phone.

The middle-aged man with a beard clenched the steering wheel slightly.

Seeing the man surnamed Wu turn on the phone, fine beads of sweat faintly appeared on his forehead.

The signal here is not good. He only hopes that the video has been transmitted.

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