Chapter 849: Holding the Fat Sheep by the Hand

Chahara Wushu froze in place with his eyes wide open, just now at the moment when his fingers touched the trigger, Ouyang Ji flashed and pounced in front of him, and then his whole body was no longer able to move, and now it has become a luxury to want to pull the trigger, so he could only look at Ouyang Senior who was suddenly in trouble with a stunned gaze, and his mind turned sharply, and he quickly came up with a self-righteous answer, Yalong Dan, this old thing must not be able to wait......

Senior Ouyang walked quickly to the safe, although Chahara Wushu couldn't see what was behind him, but he could hear the sound, it was the sound of pressing the password, the sound of opening the door of the safe, and the sound of pouring down......

Boom! The door of the second safe was also opened, and Wushu's heart tightened for a while, it was over, if the bomb was involved, both of them would have no bones...... Now he really wanted to remind Ouyang Ji out loud, and even give away all the Yalong Dan, as long as this greedy uncle could not touch the briefcase.

Chahara Vultures is now like a death row prisoner tied to a death stake, waiting for the ghost head knife to fall with trepidation, maybe it won't feel too much pain if it is instantly blown into pulp, but the taste of death is also unbearable.

Syllable! A hand knife slashed impartially on the neck of Wushu full of cold sweat, so that he ended the tangled waiting, when his body collapsed softly, he was copied by a pair of big hands wearing gloves in the armpits, and then was dragged to the □□, reached out and pulled off his robe and put it on his body, and then untied the acupuncture point and wrapped it tightly with a futon.

Xu Qing had already packed all the things he needed into the prepared large backpack, including those diamonds, there were too many gold bricks, and he couldn't put them down anymore after loading dozens of them at random, he finished these neatly tearing off the mask on his face and putting it in his pocket, and then took out another mask and put it on his head with his head down.

Turning around, it was another Chahara vulture, even the white hair on the sideburns was the same, and after doing all this, he picked up the big backpack at his feet and hung it on his shoulders, opened the door and strode out.

Naturally, no one will stop Chahara Wushu when he wants to go out, on the contrary, the guards in the corridor all bowed down in unison, and the mouth actually screamed from the Khan King Khan, it seems that this guy Wushu has long begun to call himself the Khan King.

Xu Qing went down to the third floor, only to see a person running towards him, and before he could react, a soft body threw himself into his arms.

"Ava, tomorrow you must help me catch that nasty guy, I will personally avenge my eldest brother and cut off the flesh on his body piece by piece to feed the eagle ......" Throwing into Xu Qing's arms was the mixed-race boy Bova, this girl arched in his arms as if she had been greatly wronged, and a pair of big white were directly attached to his chest, paralyzed, this girl was actually without a cover.

Although Xu Qing knew that the nasty guy who was going to cut meat and feed the eagle in Bova's mouth was surnamed Xu, but he didn't know the taste of meat for a long time, and his nephrite was warm and fragrant in his arms, and it was not Yanagi Hui, and a certain part reacted normally, and his oblique finger was forty-five degrees directly on the thigh of the mixed-race girl, and he wanted to withdraw but was hugged tightly by the two jade arms, which was really miserable.

"Ava, why did you bring a little stick with you, and you got to Beauva." Bova raised her head, looked at Xu Qing with big watery eyes, and her little hand reached down to grab the stick, Xu Qing, who woke up suddenly, quickly pointed at her acupoint, and finally stopped her action when the little hand was only a few tenths of a centimeter away from the stick.