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Just when the provincial capital was chaotic like a hanging nest, Bao Gongzi and his entourage were nervously waiting for the arrival of Wang Dazhui and his party in the dock warehouse. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Outside the warehouse, the ruffians of Aokido are still patrolling and sentry.

Thinking too carefully is sometimes not necessarily a good thing. In order to be on the safe side and prevent any ghost from leaking the news, everyone in the warehouse has put away their mobile phones. Bao Gongzi has turned himself into a deaf and blind person, cut off from contact with the outside world.

He himself received two phone calls, both from the city: "Bao Gongzi, no, it's messy here in the city, and the strips are overwhelming......"

Hmph, it's good to mess up, Bao Gongzi snorted coldly, the more messy it is, the more strips there are, the safer it is on my side. As soon as this batch of goods is released, Lao Tzu's soldiers will be strong and strong, look at how you are jumping off the beams. Well, that Feng Chengcheng is good, I have to try it, there are two small pear vortices on the cheeks, which are quite tempting.

The reason why Bao Gongzi thinks this way is because he recently heard a theory from somewhere, a person with a pear vortex on his cheeks, and a narrow body. It means that a woman with a small dimple on her cheeks is usually a small tight thing underneath.

In this way, maybe Feng Chengcheng is also a "famous weapon", it is much better than the Enchantress, the Enchantress has been made too much, and it is a little loose.

Bao Gongzi is still thinking in his heart, the South American Lalo side, like the provincial capital, has become a hanging nest.

Several countries in South America, led by the United States, have already deployed the operation of clearing up the Lalo drug trafficking organization under the pressure of several major domestic chaebols and politicians in the country.

According to the tracking information provided by Xia Guo, the multinational special forces quietly sneaked into Lalo's island lair. The attack was sudden, and Lalo was caught off guard, suffering heavy casualties. However, the advantages of years of operation soon became apparent. Lalo quickly organized a strong defense, and his son Lalo Jr. personally commanded it, and the encirclement and suppression were not on the same page.

The offensive of the special forces was temporarily thwarted and stopped at the beach port.

The more time passed, the more likely it was that Lalo would succeed in escaping, and the operation would fall short.

The joint commander gave the order, at all costs, to capture the lair!

The GIs waded through the water, from the harbor, layer by layer to the manor, and Lalo's defensive heavy machine guns rained down on the sea, and there were also small cannons and shoulder-fired missiles.

The commander watched in the telescope as the soldiers dwindled little by little, jumping around angrily, and scolding Fakfak vigorously. There was no way, so I had to call the aircraft carriers in the Atlantic, either to launch missiles, or to provide air fire support, carpet bombing.

The commander picked up the satellite phone and hesitated, such losses would be large, and there would be a large number of civilian casualties, in this case, why did so many special forces be dispatched in the first place.

At this moment, the engine of the old seaplane on the sea in the distance roared, rowing two white waves and soaring into the air. Hovering in the air, it flew towards the docks.

"Hercules, go up!" The head of the seven sons of the inner hall, nicknamed the captain, has an iron beard and a thick arm with bulging muscles and shouts at the rudder of the plane.

Above the front of the plane, lifting a lid, Hercules stood up with his goggles, and with a shout of his arms, he lifted the heavy heavy machine gun.

The barrel of the machine gun protruded from the front of the plane.

The planes were lowered, and behind the defensive bunkers, Lalo's mercenaries, like ants, were busy.

"Hoohoo! Baby, here we come! The captain whistled, and the plane dived and rushed over.

"Ahh Hercules roared, and the heavy machine gun suddenly erupted with tongues of fire.

The screams below shook the sky, and the mercenary ants were swept all over the ground.

The engine room opened, and the Nader Kid and the Quick Gunner had their oil drums ready.

"Camon, Baibi!" The two threw the oil drums towards the manor building below.

Suddenly, suddenly, the machine gun fired at the oil drum that fell to the ground, and the boom sounded one after another, and the flames soared into the sky, and Lalo's lair soon fell into a sea of fire.

Lalo had already boarded the bus and left by this time. At the edge of the primeval forest, Lalo stopped the car and looked at the burning nest in the distance, and the muscles on his face twitched.

After Xiao Lalo was broken, the person who presided over the defense seemed to have no bones.

At the critical moment, it is useless to think too much, Lalo gritted his teeth and shouted "Go!" ”

The primeval forest in front of him was his only way to escape.

At this moment, a huge roar was heard, and in the distance, a huge seaplane roared low at a low altitude.

"Let's go!" Lalo shouted wildly, the rain of bullets on the plane had poured over, and the giant man standing on the nose of the plane, with blond hair fluttering, majestic, like a god.

The last followers shot into the sky, and Lalo's off-road vehicle roared and rushed into the primeval forest, followed by explosions, followed by a heat wave, and a huge seaplane rushed straight into the forest, crashing straight into it!

The noise shook the sky, and the plane knocked down all the trees and flowers, and the wings were smashed by the trees, and it taxied for a long distance before stopping.

Close at hand, Lalo fled frantically, the woods became denser and denser, and the car could not move forward, so Lalo and the driver got out of the car and ran wildly on foot.

Bang! A gunshot rang out, and the driver, who was far behind, fell down.

At this point, there's no point in struggling any longer. Larlo stopped, picked up the Desert Eagle, and slowly turned around.

Four well-armed men stood side by side in front. As soon as Lalo looked at the outfit, he knew that these were all top fighters.

The one on the side, carrying a revolver, was the blonde god on the plane just now, and the black-haired boy next to him had clear eyes, holding an instrument in his hand, and it seemed that he was tracking himself, and no matter where he fled, he couldn't escape from the palm of someone's hand.

The one in the middle, with a burly figure, an angular face, and a resolute expression, looks like the heads of several people. This kid here, with sharp eyes, empty hands, two gun pouches hanging on both sides of his body, and the pistols have not even been pulled out.

It's these people who instantly destroyed the nest they have been operating for many years?

Lalo was resentful, but the hero was downcast, and at this time he was powerless, and he couldn't help but vent his spirits.

"People are dying, I beg you to tell me who you really are." Lalo asked.

"The Green Guy Society, the Seven Sons of the Inner Hall." The captain said coldly.

The Greens will?! How could Lalo not know about the world's number one plutocratic force. It's just that how did I offend this predator, and a sudden flash flashed in my mind, "Wang Sledgehammer!" Wang Da Hammer ......"

"To be exact," said the captain, "his name is Fili, our chief......"

Fili, Boss, Greenguy Guild...... Lalo muttered as he muttered, and with a sudden lift of his hand, the Desert Eagle shot himself in the temple.

If you become a king or lose, you will die.

Bang! A gunshot rang out, Lalo's wrist went numb, pain came, and the desert eagle was blown away, and the tiger's mouth was shaken to blood.

Can't you even die? Lalo looked at the kid next to him with the gun, fast gunner, sure enough.

It's not up to you to decide whether you want to live or die. Nader Kid smiled, tilted his head, let's go, Lalo staggered behind a few people......

The giant ship has entered the port, and Bao Gongzi, Xu Shaolei, Zhou Fangshan and others are at the warehouse. The evil man Wuzun and a few Latin American mercenaries walked out.

"Where's the king's sledgehammer?" Bao Gongzi wondered, as a confidant and the person in charge of this trip, why didn't he show up for the first time.

"The wind and waves at sea are too strong, he can't do it, he can't bear it, and he vomits and diarrhea on the boat." The evil man Wuzun said expressionlessly, and as soon as he lowered his head after speaking, he vomited a puddle of wow.

It was rancid and smelly, and Bao Gongzi and the others couldn't smoke it, so they covered their noses and avoided it.

"Hurry up and unload!" Bao Gongzi and a few people muttered a few words, waved their hands, and shouted.

Soon, boxes of goods were lifted out, and after a few boxes, one box was carried to the dark room of the warehouse here.

Xu Shaolei beckoned, and two Latinos carried over a small box.

The box opened, and the Latinas pulled out a packet of white powder.

"Boss, authentic A-grade goods." Latinos introduced.

Zhou Fangshan quickly took out a knife and cut the bag, Bao Gongzi reached out and twisted it a little, stretched out his tongue and licked it.

"Well, that's good."

Zhou Fangshan next to him said that the posture is like a real three, will you taste it.

Bao Gongzi glanced at him, Zhou Fangshan was stunned, and Bao Gongzi's eyes seemed to be saying, "soeasy." ”

"What do you think?" Bao Gongzi obviously didn't know Zhou Fangshan's careful thoughts, and asked. Zhou Fangshan's face is colorful, indeed, he is an old qualified person in this business, unlike Bao Gongzi and Xu Shaolei, in fact, he is still a chick.

tasted it, "Well, in three months, I'm sure I'll sell it all, Bao Shao, you just wait to count the money." "Zhou Fang Mountain Road.

Bao Gongzi laughed.

A small courtyard in the capital. In Mr. Wang's study, in the warehouse of Tonggang Wharf, every move of Bao Gongzi and several people is being played on the screen.

The picture flickered, but it was clear to see. Wang Dazhui, that is, Li Junfei, had already been familiar with several Latin American mercenaries on the ship, and he did tricks and feet on them, installed a miniature camera, and broadcast it live to Mr. Wang's residence.

Looking at the grandson of five people and six people on the screen, the corners of Old Man Wang's mouth twitched, and he was surprisingly not thunderous.

After a long time, the old man patted the sofa and stood up. "Xiao Mo, let it go......" After speaking, he hesitated into the bedroom.

Mo Lao sighed softly and left alone. Political Commissar Zhou hurriedly followed Old Man Wang in. "Old Zhou, let Erbao come here." Old Man Wang sighed.

Erbao, the father of Bao Gongzi, Wang Baobao, known as King Xiaoning, is the second son of the old man.

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