Chapter 1203 A gun is faster than a knife

Xu Qing believes that the knife hand is not about how many knives he carries, but how many knives he can use against the enemy. The Chinese named Mujia in front of him is suspected of pretending to be thirteen, and a rough estimate is that he has at least hundreds of knives on his body, long and short, thick and wide, this thing is simply a masochist, and the weight of these knives on his body is not inferior to a light machine gun.

However, Xu Qing was also a little puzzled, why did these two guys carry boxes and bags together? To be honest, the things in the hands of the two of them are like heroin, but I don't know who has the real thing, although the perspective eye is wonderful, there is no way to distinguish the composition of the materials, but from the outside, the buns in the fiber bag are more like.

The two walked to a place less than ten meters away from the car and suddenly stopped together, two pairs of eyes swept around the ground in front of the car, that look indescribably vigilant, Mujia carried the bag with one hand, and the palm of the other hand shook, and he had already held a scimitar half a foot long.

This scimitar made Xu Qingtu, who was hiding behind the car, feel a little familiar, isn't this a Damascus scimitar? Looking at the natural pattern on it and the cold light circulating on the blade, we can deduce the fact that this is an authentic Damascus scimitar, which shows that this product is still very rich, and this knife alone is worthy of the hard work of others for several lifetimes.

These two people are not pretending to be nervous, they did find out the situation, on the ground in front of the car, there are a few very clear new footprints, which were left by Hou Zhiqiang carelessly just now, but they have become things that expose their whereabouts. Xu Qing, who found this situation, frowned, and suddenly gritted his teeth and stood up straight, instead of shrinking his head and being grabbed by his pigtails, it was better to stand out alone, at least so that they could not see Hou Zhiqiang squatting on the ground, which was regarded as a strange soldier.

Xu Qing is now a dark-skinned middle-aged man, he stood up and made the expressions of the two opposites change in unison, the scimitar in Mu Jia's hand suddenly raised, the tip of the knife pointed at his throat, but he took a step back.

Barry's upper body leaned forward, and his empty palm pressed on his waist, but he subconsciously took half a step forward, it was this inadvertent small action that made Xu Qing's eyes shrink slightly, and he understood who was holding the real heroin in his hand, only the one with the real goods would involuntarily make some subtle defensive actions, and the person who wanted to protect the goods would also make some moves.

"Who are you?" Mujia questioned in a cold and hoarse voice, and as soon as the words came out, he couldn't help but regret a little in his heart, if the other party had ulterior motives, it would be impossible to reveal the true identity information.

Xu Qing stretched out his right index finger expressionlessly and pointed at the object that the two were holding, and said in the same hoarse and cold voice: "Put down the things, you can get out." ”

Barry couldn't help but glance at Mu Jia who was holding a knife when he heard this voice, there was a trace of doubt in his eyes, maybe the voices of the two were too similar, in fact, Xu Qing just pressed his vocal cords with Zhengyang Qi, and deliberately held back a plausible voice, which was the same as the purpose of their use of boxes and bags to set up a suspicious array, both of which belonged to the category of fishing in troubled waters.

Mujia's face was pale, he held the fiber bag in his hand for a while, his eyes quickly swept around, and found that there was no one moving around the car, even if he made a little noise, he was not afraid, turned his head and glanced at Barry, and the two walked over to the mysterious person on the opposite side.