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The dark horse seemed to know the urgency of the war song maniac, and he ran with a lot of energy.

But the next moment!

War Song Maniac's face changed slightly, and he suddenly pulled the rope, and the black horse suddenly stopped.

In front of him, there was a man standing.

An old man.

An old man with a straight back, an expressionless face, and an indifferent face.

He stood there, as if it had been a long time, as if he had deliberately waited for the arrival of the Warsong Maniac!

If Qin Buji was here, he would definitely know this old man.

Because he had fought with the old man.

In the Longwu Restaurant in Suzhou and Hangzhou West Lake, when he was eating with the people of the Wang family, Qin Buer fought with him.

This old man is the personal bodyguard of the old man of the Wang family.

A veteran!

Wang Yong!

He's coming!

It's in front of the Warsong Maniac!

The war song maniac wanted to go to Qin Bu'er's side, and Wang Yong stopped in front of him, which was obvious, this veteran soldier who had retired from the army was here to stop the war song maniac.

The war song maniac was not yet smart enough to be so smart, he looked at Wang Yong who was stopping in front of him, raised his eyebrows, and said in a deep voice: "Wang Yong?"

At Wang Yong's age, he is enough to be a grandfather of war song maniacs.

It stands to reason that the war song maniac should respect such a veteran, but he didn't.

Listening to his tone, it is obvious that he is speaking like a contemporary.

"Battle Song Maniac!" Hearing the Battle Song Maniac speak, Wang Yong finally had an expression, he stared directly at the War Song Maniac, his eyes were fixed, and he said.

"Get out of the way!" Warsong Maniac didn't give him a good look at all, but snorted coldly.

He was in a very anxious mood now, anxious to go over to see what was going on with Qin Buer and Qin Wanrou, and he didn't have the time to spend time with Wang Yong here.

"I came here to not let you go!" Wang Yong glanced at him and said indifferently.

Hearing this, the face of the war song maniac slowly calmed down.

He looked at Wang Yong for a long time and understood.

The other party came to prevent him from going to Qin Buer's side, what does this mean?

It represents that Qin Buer's side is really in danger.

And Wang Yong made a move, which again represented the Wang family's shot.

Wang Shijie, that guy, is he going to jump off the wall in a hurry?

Their Wang family, aren't they afraid of the retaliation of the Yanjing Qin family?

As if he had seen through the thoughts in the heart of the war song maniac, Wang Yong smiled faintly and said: "Everything I do today only represents my personal position, not any power place, and has nothing to do with the Wang family. ”

"You think I'll believe it?" snorted Warsong.

"I know you don't believe it, and I don't need you to believe it, just have that reason. Wang Yong finally smiled and said!

Warsong nodded, then leapt off his horse.

As soon as his feet reached the ground, he suddenly stepped on the ground, and without saying a word, he suddenly rushed towards Wang Yong.

Since the other party won't let him pass, then, let's knock him down!

……

"Grass!"

Looking at the display screen in front of him, there was a snowflake and a sizzling sound, and a man in short clothes punched the grass.

They are located in a rape field.

All around, there are rape stalks more than one meter high.

Now that the flowers are blooming and the mountains are all over the country, they chose this place to hide, and it is really foolproof.

In addition to the short man, next to him, a bald man with a full face was smoking a cigarette.

Seeing the short man's angry appearance, the bald man smiled coldly and said, "Didn't Zuo Lao say it? That kid is not a fuel-efficient lamp, if this is so easy to get, do you need Zuo Lao to come and sit in charge in person?"

"Damn, Lao Tzu is distressed about money, that remote-controlled flying plane, it costs 180,000 Huaxia coins on the black market, pit daddy!" said the short man.

"Waiting for a task to be completed, 1.8 million is a small matter!" said the bald man with a smile.

Hearing this, the short man felt that it made sense, nodded, and then asked suspiciously: "However, I can't figure it out, since a master like Zuo Lao personally came to deal with that kid, why didn't he just take action, but asked us to use this method?"

"You don't know the identity of that kid, who knows if there is an old monster behind the broken mirror who is protecting? If Zuo Lao makes a rash move, it will be difficult to have another chance if he misses. The bald man sighed and said.

"It seems that the two of us are cannon fodder!" the short man also sighed and said.

The bald man threw the cigarette butt at his feet, crushed it, and grinned: "Cannon fodder? ”

"And what are you going to do?" said the short man.

"It's easy!"

The bald man stood up, lifted a double-barreled rifle next to him, and said coldly: "Knock him into meat scraps!"

"That's the best!" the short man stood up as well, pulling a black pistol from his waist.

Then, the two walked towards their goal.

As he took a step, the short man's right foot slammed into a monitor on the ground.

Click!

Suddenly, the display instrument directly turned into a pile of broken waste.

The two soon arrived at the scene of the explosion.

The bald man's figure was lowered, and his eyes scanned the surroundings keenly.

In the air, there was a mixture of the smell of flowers and blood, and the corpse of the white horse that had been blown up lay quietly, telling the tragic story of what had just happened here.

However, Qin Buer and Qin Wanrou disappeared.

I don't know where it went.

Here, but the hillside, the hillside is full of weeds!

And the weeds aren't very high, so you can see far away at a glance.

So, what about them?

Immediately, the eyes of the two looked towards the rape flower.

The only possibility is that the boy and the woman are hiding in the rape flowers.

If this is the case, it will not be difficult for the two of them to find two people in such a large rape flower terrace.

But when I think about it, it's wrong.

Because the rape flower terraces are below, and the place of the explosion is above, the two of them, from there!

If the man and the woman go down, the two of them should be able to see them!

"Grass, where did they go?" the short man scolded, and he didn't know why, and suddenly he was a little panicked!

Because he thought of the terrible thing about that young man.

Even someone as strong as the second young master is not his opponent.

The two of you, I'm afraid you're really going to be cannon fodder!

The thought of being able to hang here couldn't help but flash a flash of fear in the eyes of the short man.

The bald man also had a dignified face.

His gaze scanned the surroundings, his brow tightly locked.

Where did they go?

His footsteps moved, and soon he came to the shattered horse's ass, staring at the rotten flesh as if there was a flower on it.

At this moment, a mutation protruded!

A huge horse body suddenly flew up and smashed into the bald man's face!

Without warning!