Chapter 860: Brother is not excessive

Catwoman now finally understood that the young guard in front of her wanted not her body, but her life, and the instinctive fear was gnawing at her nerves like a poisonous snake, and the knife-wielding guard was walking towards her step by step, the blood dripping from the tip of the knife fell on the mud floor, blooming a little bit of dust, as if the sharp knife would cut into her neck in the next moment, and even if she was murderous, she felt a chill extend from her back to the top of her head.

"Who the hell are you?" Catwoman knew that the guard in front of her couldn't let her go, but before she died, she still asked one last question, because she still had a microphone in her ear, at least she could let people know who she died in before she died, and if she could delay time, maybe there would be a glimmer of life.

Xu Qing walked closer, glanced at Catwoman coldly, and said in a very pure Mongolian dialect: "My name is ......" He paused in vain halfway through the words, put the scimitar in his hand on Catwoman's neck, and two words popped out from between his teeth: "Retribution!" The arm suddenly raised, and the blade flashed, bringing a rain of blood.

Catwoman's head flew out of the air and landed impartially on the three 'Mani poles' with tribal flags in the center of the top of the Ao Bao (this is the real name, do not read it backwards), becoming a veritable blood sacrifice.

The headless cat corpse fell to the ground with a puff, Xu Qing stretched out his knife and wiped the blood stain on the corpse, and put it into the scabbard, the Damascus knife was not as good as the Longyuan sword after all, although there was not much blood, but it was still stained with blood after all.

The two leaped to the mound where something was buried, bent down and reached down, half of their arms into the mud, and then lifted them up and shook them, grasping the heavy leather bag inside the plastic sheeting. However, he did not leave immediately with his things, but put the leather bag in his hand on the ground again.

"What a hot hand, kill King Ben Khan's beloved Catwoman, do you want to leave like this with something?" A voice full of anger came from behind him, Xu Qing patted the mud on his hand and turned around, Chahara Wushu with Ouyang Ji who was riding a camel and the bull brothers had already arrived less than 100 meters behind him, no less than two hundred men with guns were quickly surrounding from all directions, it seems that there is no way to avoid this battle tonight.

Xu Qing didn't stretch out his hand to pull out the knife, but reached out to the top of his pants and untied the belt, so he quickly tore a whole belt into a cut with his palm in front of everyone, there were more than a dozen sections, each of which was two inches long, and before those guys with guns stepped forward, he raised his palm and shook the broken belt in all directions, except for the two pieces near Ao Bao, his hand did not lift the trousers, but tightly grasped the last two belts and a lone belt buckle.

Tonight, Xu Qing was wearing a Mongolian robe on the surface, but for the sake of insurance, he still wore that 'Bond suit' inside, and it was just a good time to save some effort when he encountered this kind of surrounded situation.

The men with guns approached quickly, and no one paid attention to his strange behavior of throwing the belt, only when the quality of the belt was not good, and he was still thinking about tearing it off and throwing it away before he died, Xu Qing didn't say a word from beginning to end, and there was no expression on his masked face, he shook his hand, put the last two short belts to Ouyang Ji on the camel's back, and pinched the belt buckle without hesitation for three seconds after the belt was taken off.