The captain went to negotiate non-stop.

In the air, on a bomber covered in pitch black, Driftwood drove the plane with great trepidation.

Next to him, Bei Yuhan, who was dressed in military uniform, was sitting beside him without saying a word, constantly wiping the black pistol in his hand.

The terrifying coercion kept unleashing from him, and the temperature of the entire plane dropped by several degrees.

"Old ....... Boss ........."

"You....... Do you really want to go out yourself? ”

It's just a few ordinary thieves, who actually provoked their own boss to use the empire's most elite wolf special forces first squad, and even put on military uniforms and rushed to the scene.

And the appearance of his own boss seems to be more than just a wait-and-see.........

Feeling the murderous aura in his boss's eyes, Liumu suddenly trembled in fright.

"Take your plane well, turn the speed to the fastest for me, and if you don't arrive within three minutes, I'll kill you!"

Bei Yu interrupted him coldly, and there seemed to be ice in his handsome phoenix eyes.

Can he be easily moved?

A thick murderous aura was released from his eyes, and the flowing wood next to him only felt that his blood was frozen, and with a hard force, the accelerator of the plane was adjusted to the peak by him.

"Yes........"

Swish---------

The black bomber was like a black dragon, speeding through the clouds and flying straight towards its destination.

Two minutes and twenty-nine seconds later, with a roar, the plane came to a steady stop in the square.

Seeing this, Leng Feng immediately greeted the past at the speed of a 100-meter sprint, and his attitude was respectful, which made everyone present secretly speechless.

I have seen the horror of this black-clothed officer, and now I am a little uncomfortable when I see him like a mouse meeting a cat.

"Boss!"

With a neutral sound sounding in the square, the next second, the door of the black bomber slammed open.

A young man in black jumped down from it vigorously, thoughtfully prepared the ladder for lifting, and stood aside respectfully.

Cold Wind raised his eyebrows and looked at the driftwood.

What's the Boss's mood?

Quickwood raised his hand and wiped it around his neck and made a throat seal gesture.

Death!

The cold wind gasped and greeted the past with a numb scalp.

"Boss, you're here!"

"Hmm!"

The voice that was as cold as ten thousand years of ice sounded in their ears, and everyone looked up curiously, and in the next second, everyone was stunned.

The first thing that catches your eye is a pair of polished, icy military boots.

The boots slammed against the cold metal staircase.

Dadada-------

Every step is on the tip of the heart of the driftwood and the cold wind.

Everyone held their breath, not daring to move, and the air seemed to freeze.

The next moment, a pair of slender thighs wrapped under black military boots appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

Looking up, it was a dark camouflage military uniform, with golden and noble tassels hanging on his shoulders, and the black military coat was casually draped over his shoulders, revealing a domineering kingly air in his dispersion.

"Are all the people who should be in control in place?"

The black propeller brought a frantic wind, blowing up his inky broken hair, and his narrow phoenix eyes could be vaguely seen flashing with a cruel and bloodthirsty light, like an abyss capable of devouring human flesh.

He glanced sideways at the cold wind standing below, his voice tinged with a metallic coolness.

"It's all under control, boss!"

Leng Feng stepped forward and stretched out his right hand to help him, Bei Yuhan lifted his eyelids lightly, and the latter immediately withdrew his hand and stood beside the drifter in an orderly manner.