The unhappiness comes from his inability to control this qiē, and the unhappiness comes from Moore playing with him in the palm of his hand. He Xiao Yuanchao is not the object of manipulation, let alone the object of Moore's fiddling!

When this kind of unhappiness arises, Xiao Yuanchao's murderous intent also rises. He didn't have to leave Moore at all, this was his territory, yes, he was on the run, but this guy was a little too self-righteous.

"Hey, calm down, things aren't what they thought they were." When Moore saw this, he immediately stepped forward and said, "Maybe we can sit down and have a good talk, drink some red wine, and add some ice cubes to it." ”

"Get out!" Xiao Yuanchao turned around abruptly, glared at Moore and shouted, "What are you?" You want to control me, too? Indigenous miscellaneous, you listen to me, Lao Tzu is not an object for you to play with! You return my weapon? It is nothing more than passing my hand over the weapons to the Somali Liberal Party and watching the war between Somalia and Kenya start like never before. When the war started, a large number of refugees were exiled here, and you made a fortune. Am I going to be a tool for you to get rich? Chop pieces, you're thinking wrong! ”

The angry scolding made Moore's face change instantly, becoming quite ugly and gloomy.

"Click! Click! Click! ……”

The policeman in the house immediately pulled the gun and locked the muzzle of the gun on Xiao Yuanchao, who was scolding.

At the same time, the police outside the house also smelled the strong smell of gunpowder and prepared with their guns in hand.

"What do you want to do? What do you dare to do? This is my place! Moore fiercely said to Xiao Yuanchao: "In my territory, if I want you to die, I will let you die, and if I want you to live, I will let you die." Red murderer, don't think you're very powerful, in my place, even if you are really a dragon, you have to lie here like a dog for me! ”

This insult is unbearable, at least not for Moore here. Because this is his place, someone has a gun, what is Xiao Yuanchao? It's nothing more than a homeless man who has been hunted down by the African Round Table and fled.

This homeless man has no one and is weak, and when he comes here, he can only do what he wants. Disobey? If you disobey me, you'll kill you, and I'm in charge here!

The shape shì instantly became extremely tense, filled with the smell of gunsmoke. You know, there are at least thirty or forty moles of people here. The strength is overwhelming, and Xiao Yuanchao doesn't even have a gun in their hands. All weapons and equipment were surrendered after entering Moore's house, completely with bare hands.

Li Linglong stared at the fat Moore, her pupils burning with a wild killing aura. She doesn't have an iron spear in her hand, but for a hunter, no iron spear can be just as deadly.

Macaron sat quietly on the soft seat he was carrying, staring at this scene quietly, as if showing a smile.

Hou Xiaolan stood obediently behind Xiao Yuanchao, holding Xiao Yuanchao's clothes with her left hand, pinching the beef jerky with her right hand, staring at her eyes and chewing hard.

Brown, the sales executive, stood up and slowly stepped back, away from the very center of the battle.

"Sheriff Moore, with all due respect, you ......"

Marcus opened his mouth to speak, but before he could say a word, he was interrupted by Moore forcefully.

"Mr. Godfather, put your place in the picture, it's not something you can get involved in. If you want your aid station to keep running well, if you don't want to get in trouble-" Mores paused, threatening Marcus, "It's important to choose a good team. You have to know who's the master here! ”

Hearing this, Marcus shrugged his shoulders and nodded. He admitted, acknowledging that Moore was the master of this place and had always been the master of this place.

But the other party threatened his own aid station, an undisguised threat!

Now Moore is very confident, although he still remembers the scene when he was also here, and his people had no room for resistance in front of each other. But now it's different from the past, he also has a master, a real master.

"Xiao, I'll be patient...... Marcus thought for a moment and whispered, "God." ”

God is here, here at Moore. If God is not there, Moore will definitely not have the confidence, let alone dare to turn his face, he has had a painful lesson, he is not stupid.

But God is here, maybe Moore doesn't know who God is, but he knows how terrifying God's power is. So he dared to turn his face, and he was not afraid of Marcus and Xiao Yuanchao at this time.

"Kill!"

Xiao Yuanchao spat out a word, and a crimson murderous light suddenly burst out from his pupils.

It's simple, it's crisp, and there's no mud or water. Xiao Yuanchao wants to kill, wants to kill Moore!

Before he could finish speaking, his body slammed towards Moore, grabbing the other man's neck.

The moment he pinched, his eyes quickly swept around, looking for the figure of the god.

"Bastard! Come out! I'm almost killed!! Moore, who was choked by the neck, let out a roar.

He has confidence, but it doesn't mean that he is not afraid of death. There is still so much glory and wealth waiting for him to enjoy, and he doesn't want to die.

The moment the voice fell, a figure appeared like lightning on the stairs leading to the second floor.

God, God appeared.

This is a middle-aged and elderly person whose appearance is so ordinary that it is difficult to be remembered, and it is difficult to leave an impression in people's hearts even if such a person sees it three or five times. And the reason why he is said to be middle-aged and elderly is because God's age is indeed not young, judging by his skin and hair, he must be at least fifty years old.

"God!" Marcus let out a low voice, surely confirming the other party's identity.

This is God, and you can't be wrong. When God comes, all anti-people will become powerless. Because no mortal can fight against God, if you have to fight, then there is only one way to choose: death!

"Calm down, Xiao, calm down. Moore still needs his interests, and we still need Moore in some way. If you kill Moore, it will set off a series of powerful chain reactions. It's not what you and I want, and it's not what we're after. ”

Pinching Moore's neck, Xiao Yuanchao stared at God, the strength in his hand increased a little bit, fear appeared in Moore's eyes, and his face became black and red.

No one knows why Xiao Yuanchao made such an impulsive move, he didn't make a move to kill Moore at all, but to see God and see God's attitude.

What is Moore? It's nothing more than a soil turtle that can't be soiled, and it doesn't take much difficulty to kill him at all. When such a person dies, no one will have mercy on him, and no one will remember him.

The Emperor of the Kenyan refugee camp is a humble life in the eyes of many people.

When Xiao Yuanchao wants to see God's attitude, it is equivalent to challenging God! R1148