Forcefully taking off the agent's pants, the British agent struggled vigorously on the ground, roaring loudly, and constantly insulting the people around him, like a mad dog.

Johnson savagely took off the agent's pants, took out a condom from his coat pocket, put it on his finger, and stabbed it directly into the chrysanthemum with a wicked smile.

The mercenaries who were chatting and guarding around curiously came over, and saw Johnson ripping off the agent's pants and whistling slowly around him, but when he saw Johnson's hand poking into the agent's chrysanthemum, he only felt his chrysanthemum tighten, took a few steps back, looked at each other twice, his eyes were full of surprise, and some even covered his chrysanthemum with his hand.

"Learn a little, when you meet these agents in the future, their chrysanthemums must be checked, they will hide one or two things here, the most bizarre thing I've ever seen, hidden **** in chrysanthemums! If you help him lock him up like this, I don't know how he will die when the time comes! ”

Johnson said, ignoring the strange gazes of the people around him, and laboriously took out a military folding knife wrapped in a condom from the British agent's chrysanthemum, showed it to the two mercenaries, and threw the knife aside.

The last tools were found, and the agents on the ground suddenly fell silent, lying on the ground like dead ashes.

Lin Qing slowly walked in front of the British agent and stepped on his head with one foot: "Say, you are from there, why are you attacking me, it is impossible to live, I will be revenge for my filth, you scared my woman, so you must die, but if you can be honest a little bit, I will give you a good time!" I know you're specially trained and not afraid of torture, but I think you must know China's criminal law! ”

"I'll take a few bamboo sticks, slowly stuff them into your fingernails, and use a small hammer. Nail it in little by little, it's like nailing a nail, and then help you pick out your ten fingernails one by one, oh yes, I also know a person whose family used to be the Chinese executioner in charge of criminal law, and he can cut more than 500 knives on you, and you won't die! Would you like to try it? It won't be painful, you'll feel wonderful! Lin Qing said as he slowly squatted in front of the British agent. He put his hand at the agent's face and looked at him with a smile on his face, his voice very cold, like a demon in hell.

The British agent tried his best to turn his face away, not wanting to face Lin Qing, he was professionally trained, but he had never heard of the criminal law that Lin Qing had just said, and he felt pain just listening to it, and the fear of Lin Qing in his heart slowly deepened: "Phew." You yellow-skinned monkey! Devil, you will go to hell, and God will not let you go! You butcher, executioner! ”

Lin Qing smiled even more happily. Looking at the British agent who scolded him, he waved his hand at Johnson while laughing, and a chill burst out from his body, Lin Qing is a pure racist. In his eyes, except for the Han or Chinese are the most noble races, the rest are some second-class citizens, this damn white-skinned pig is actually racist. Lin Qing felt a little angry!

Johnson understood what Lin Qing meant, and immediately handed the weapon in his hand to Lin Qing, Lin Qing took the Desert Eagle and smashed it directly on the British agent's face with the butt of the gun. The yellow-skinned monkey is put! Demons, right? Butcher yes! ”

Lin Qing kept smashing the agent's face with the butt of the gun, the British agent's face was already bleeding, unrecognizable, his whole face was covered with blood, his facial features were blurred, and his mouth was a little unconscious and snorting!

"I'll make you cheap, I'll make you cheap, yellow-skinned monkey, right? Yellow-skinned monkey is it! ”

The smile on Lin Qing's face had become very hideous, and in the end, he felt that it was not enough to smash it with the butt of the gun, so he stood up directly and kicked the British agent in the face.

"Head, don't fight, if you continue to fight, he'll die, and we won't be able to ask anything at that time!"

Lin Qing slowly stopped his movements, took off his gloves, squatted on the ground and carefully wiped the blood on his shoes: "My hands are all soiled by this damn bastard, and my shoes, if I go back like this, it will scare the baby, damn it, do you think you provoked me, and then let me kill you, and then I don't know anything?" I'm telling you, you've succeeded in me off, but do you think I really don't know who you are? MI6 agents, your 007, a broken organization hiding in the shadows and peeping into other people's privacy, really think of yourself as something! FUCK！ ”

The more Lin Qing spoke, the more angry he became, and he kicked the agent twice, this time Johnson did not stop it, since Lin Qing already knew the identities of these people, he didn't need to worry about the rest, and now he began to let his subordinates clean up the surrounding battlefield.

The British agent tried hard to open his eyes and find Lin Qing's location, but he was still scolding all kinds of insulting words in his mouth, and now he just wanted to get rid of it quickly.

"Bang!"

Lin Qing was angry, and the Desert Eagle in his hand shot directly at the agent's head.

The gun was crooked, Lin Qing felt a huge recoil from his hand, Lin Qing frowned and looked over, the gun was a lot crooked, and the distance of two meters from the muzzle was directly offset by about half a meter!

Johnson walked over with a smile: "Head, the Desert Eagle's gun has a lot of recoil, you have to hold it to shoot accurately, you can't hit people like this!" After speaking, he also taught Lin Qing how to control it.

Being tossed by himself, the anger in Lin Qing's heart slowly subsided: "Well, I haven't thought about this, I'll replace it with another gun for you next time, you give me a list when the time comes, and I will match you according to your preferences!" ”

After speaking, Lin Qing followed Johnson's instructions, held the sand eagle, aimed at the head of the British agent, and slowly pulled the trigger, and the mercenaries on both sides watched Lin Qing's movements and took a step back, the shot just now was really shocking!

"These people, I really think I don't know they're there!" A shot exploded the British agent's head if he hit a watermelon, Lin Qing turned his head, unwilling to look at the picture on the ground, and walked towards his car.

The gun was thrown directly to Johnson, and Lin Qing looked at Johnson with some curiosity: "Johnson, how did you know their identity?" Are they as stupid as the CIA guys who come out on a mission with their signs? ”

Lin Qing took out Truss's golden medal from his pocket and shook it, a little bit didn't understand these agents, aren't they afraid of revealing their identities by doing this? Aren't the agents in the TV series all things that don't carry any information about themselves?

"Head, they thought they had thrown away everything they could prove their identity, but the communication equipment they were carrying revealed their identity!"

Johnson took out the black object he had just picked up from the ground and looked at it carefully, and the thing that looked like a capsule shook it in front of Lin Qing's eyes.

"I see!" Lin Qing nodded and turned around and returned to the car.

(To be continued.) )