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Rushing back to the hotel, Wang Fuxing was in a good mood, although the sniper battle on the highway tonight failed to leave Yang Donghu, but the five cars of people who came back with him were all real consumption, intelligence news showed that Yang Donghu brought a total of about 200 people to Huating, all of them were elite thugs who had cut people and seen blood, regardless of physical strength or age, they were all at the peak of their state, such two hundred people, they were rare treasures in any force, and they were all brought by Yang Donghu. It can be seen that this cripple, who has a bad reputation even in Jinling, really wants to play a big game.

Yang Donghu's subordinates returned in two batches, he personally took some people to take the highway, and the remaining part took the national highway, there were also people in ambush over there, tonight's out, there is no need to see it, it will definitely consume a large part of the elite power in Yang Donghu's hands.

Wang Fuxing is currently living in a three-star hotel in Xuanwu District, with three standard rooms, one for each of him and Huangfu Lingxi, and one for the two sisters of Aquarius Shooter. Comrade Wang Fuxing, who couldn't eat the meat in his mouth, was harassed by the service phone every day, and finally had to let him pull out the phone line.

When I returned to the hotel, it was late at night, and the face of the shooter, whose buttocks had been played by the young master on both sides of the highway, remained flushed, and he was a little uncomfortable when he came back from sitting in the car with Wang Fuxing.

Wang Fuxing stood in the corridor of the hotel, looking at the lights in the room of the water bottle and the emperor Fu Lingxi, and seemed to have fallen asleep, so he simply took the shooter's little hand and said calmly: "The little water bottle is asleep, in this way, you come to my room, and we can have a good chat." ”

The shooter's delicate body shook, and the little hand subconsciously struggled in Wang Fuxing's hands, a little flustered, his master's biggest skill is to maintain a calm posture and do something that makes everyone uneasy, his expression is always the most deceptive disguise, and in the middle of the night, he just touched his ass outside, and now as soon as he enters the hotel, he drags himself into his room, and he can't help the shooter not to think nonsense.

What if the young master pulls himself into the room and wants to play a hooligan? Do you want to resist?

He hasn't asked for Sister Lingxi yet, is he sorry for her?

The shooter's beautiful big eyes flickered, his eyes flickered, and he was pulled by Wang Fuxing, and he forgot to speak for a while.

"Come in."

Wang Fuxing straightened his face and ordered, this trick is very effective whether it is against the emperor Lingxi or the shooter, so if it is good to say that it is not good to discuss, then it has to be domineering.

Sure enough, the shooter immediately became more submissive, standing at the door, a little hesitant, as if he wanted to refuse and welcome him half-pushed, and was pulled into the room by Wang Fuxing.

So a colleague suddenly had a bottom in his heart.

The room was dark, inserting the room card into the card slot, turning on the light, and pulling the shooter with a red face like a big apple to walk through the entrance, Wang Fuxing was immediately stunned.

On the bed where he slept, the Emperor Lingxi and the small water bottle sat there quietly, like two statues.

I didn't watch TV, I didn't drink water, I didn't eat or talk, I didn't really do anything, I sat on the bed, opened my beautiful eyes, and looked at Wang Fuxing who walked in, quiet and unspeakable.

What's going on?

Wang Fuxing's head was big for a while, and he said helplessly: "How did you get in?" ”

"Sister Lingxi said it was your wife, and asked the waiter for a spare room card for this room, and then we came in."

After a short silence, Aquarius was the first to speak, said with a smile, and then blinked his eyes and said innocently: "Young master, it's so late, what do you want to do when you bring in Sister Shooter?" ”

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Wang Fuxing was speechless for a while, could it be that he pulled the shooter in to her? He didn't have any bad intentions in his own right, but now he couldn't explain it at all.

The shooter's face was even more unnatural, red as if it was dripping blood, his eyes were dodgy, he didn't dare to look at the water bottle and the emperor's spirit, he looked like he had done something wrong, and his eyes were full of disgust when he looked at Wang Fuxing.

"How's things going?"

Huangfu Lingxi asked softly, quietly changing the topic, it can be regarded as relieving the siege for the two, what kind of person is Wang Fuxing, she has a general understanding after getting along with each other these days, although it is not detailed, but at least she will not think that Wang Fuxing really intends to have bad intentions towards the shooter in the middle of the night, and it is estimated that at most she will take advantage of her, so that she will not really strip naked, at least when she is by his side, Wang Fuxing's performance is still very honest.

"It's going well, Yang Donghu didn't stay, but the strength around him is almost consumed."

Wang Fuxing smiled with a sigh of relief, sat on the bed, and lit a cigarette.

"Yang Donghu has one more master by his side, two shots burst the fuel tank at the critical moment tonight, judging from the sound of the gunshot, it should be a special bullet that is much more powerful than ordinary bullets, such bullets are difficult to get, the most important thing is that the accuracy is not easy to control after firing, few people will choose to use this bullet to fight, that person should be a very clever killer, good at using guns."

The shooter said solemnly, and when she said this, her face gradually calmed down, and although she was still flushed, she regained her composure.

"You know?"

Wang Fuxing asked curiously, took her hand again, and let her sit beside him.

The shooter's face turned red, but he didn't care about this, tilted his head and thought about it very seriously, before he said softly: "If I guessed correctly, it should be the king of guns." ”

"What an arrogant name, what's the origin?"

Wang Fuxing smiled calmly, seemingly unworried, but his eyes had narrowed slightly.

"It's just speculation, because I know that there is only one person who likes to use special bullets, and that is the king of guns from the special forces."

The shooter said softly, glanced at Wang Fuxing, saw him with a puzzled expression, and explained: "Special forces are a name, the largest special forces organization on the road, very mysterious, and the king of guns is one of the trump cards of the special forces organization." ”

"One."

Wang Fuxing narrowed his eyes and repeated it gently, silently.

"This organization has always been very mysterious, no one knows their stronghold, and no one knows when the special forces were established, but the success rate of their missions is amazingly high, and they are very famous in the industry, the gun king I know is the only person I have heard who is good at using special bullets, of course, if Yang Donghu is a person invited from abroad, it will be a different matter, but if it has something to do with these killers, our situation will be very passive."

The shooter said helplessly, and seemed to have a headache as well.

Huangfu Lingxi, who was sitting on the other side of Wang Fuxing, moved his expression and did not speak.

Wang Fuxing closed his eyes, rubbed his temples, and said softly: "Our situation itself is very passive, it doesn't matter if there are more lice, it doesn't matter, if others want to kill us, we have to resist, Yang Donghu wants to die, as for the master next to him, whether it is the so-called gun king or not, he doesn't know each other, he has to kill it, shooter, are you sure?" ”

The shooter hesitated, and said with a solemn face: "Fifty percent sure." ”

Wang Fuxing paused his fingers and laughed at himself: "Our affairs in Jinling must have been exposed, Hong Yuesong's help is unreliable, Yang Donghu is eyeing him, it is estimated that even Qin Tianjiao and Tang Ning in Huating will not give up, can we have a more passive situation than this?" ”

"What then?"

Sitting on the bed, the small water bottle crawled over, replaced Wang Fuxing's fingers, gently massaged the temple position for him, and asked softly.

The corners of Wang Fuxing's mouth twitched, and he seemed to be a little disdainful and did not speak.

Huangfu Lingxi glanced at him and said calmly: "Don't underestimate the Qin family, it can develop for so long, the strength of the Qin family is not an exaggeration to describe it as unfathomable, the zodiac is just the tip of the iceberg, even if it is all wiped out, as long as Qin Tianjiao is fine, it is impossible to make the Qin family hurt his muscles and bones, and the Tang family is equally terrifying." ”

Huangfu Lingxi's tone paused, and he glanced at Wang Fuxing with moist eyes, seemed to hesitate, and said softly: "Now we are still too weak to collide with them head-on." ”

Wang Fuxing smiled, and there was no unhappy look, he knew that Huangfu Lingxi was telling the truth, the Wang family had long been destroyed, and the three major families had already been destroyed after so many years of development, and it was impossible to stop moving.

"I asked the Huating side to pay attention to Qin Tianjiao and Tang Ning's movements, Jinling has not much time left for us, and we must deal with Yang Donghu as soon as possible."

Wang Fuxing stood up and said, his eyes seemed to glance at the shooter unintentionally, seeing her blushing again, he was a little helpless, waved his hand, and said softly: "Sleep, who wants to stay with me?" ”

"I, I'm not an adult!"

The little water bottle screamed, jumped out of bed and flashed directly.

The shooter's two straight and beautiful legs without the slightest gap trembled, stood up, said good night to the young master, and fled.

Huangfu Lingxi glanced at him, walked to the door, and said softly, "You are not my opponent. ”

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The shooter and the water bottle returned to their room, took a shower, dried their hair, lay down on their bed, pulled the quilt over their body, opened their eyes, and was silent for a long time before sighing softly.

"Sister Sagile, did the young master take you out tonight, did he bully you?"

The water bottle lay on the other bed, and said mysteriously, his little face full of gossip colors.

"Nope."

The shooter glared at the water bottle, his face was a little hot, and he said a little unnaturally: "Rest early." ”

"He must have bullied you, otherwise why are you so shy? Did I hug you, touch you, or kiss you? ”

The water bottle's eyes lit up, and he had a posture of breaking the casserole and asking the end.

The shooter's face turned red, turned his back to her directly, no longer answered the question, and said quietly: "Go to sleep." ”

"Alas, if I hadn't gone to the young master's room with Sister Lingxi just now, you must have slept with the young master now, maybe you are still being 'bullied' by him now, how is this good, disturbing your good thing, Sister Lingxi is okay to say, you and the young master still don't hate me to death?"

Sitting horizontally on the bed, he sighed, but his eyes were full of sly smiles, and he asked coldly: "Sister Shooter, does it feel good to be bullied by the young master?" ”

"It's fine."

The shooter said something in a daze, reacted suddenly, blushed, instantly pulled the quilt, sat up, and screamed: "Water bottle!" ”

The little girl stuck out her tongue, snickered, hid her petite body in the quilt, and said coquettishly: "Sleep, I'm sleepy." ”

The shooter snorted coldly and lay down again.

Silence returned to the room.

After a long time, after the water bottle fell asleep, the shooter touched his proud buttocks, his fingers slid forward along his hips, squinted his big eyes, and muttered something almost dreamlike, closing his eyes, but his delicate body trembled gently in the quilt.

She's a woman.

He is not a saint.

Women also have **.