Du Yuan hugged the red sleeves, had no time to carefully experience the feeling of soft fragrance in his arms, and rushed out of the stone gate of the winery all the way towards the low wall in the direction of the vineyard. The wall of the pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info is too short for him, even if he weighs an extra person, it will be a longitudinal ride. Throwing the chaotic shouts of the security guards behind him into the wall.

Next to the open-top classic car, two strong men in suits with automatic weapons on their shoulders were checking the trunk, which was blocked by the lid of the trunk, and did not notice their arrival for the time being. The red sleeves jumped from Du Yuan's arms, and the two of them tacitly understood one left and one right, bypassing both sides of the car, and the red sleeves pressed the high upturned rear car cover and smashed it downward! The sheet metal of this classic car was extremely thick, and it smashed on the necks of the two people who were bent over, and the cervical vertebrae were all out of place, and the two chins slammed into the carriage together, bruising the Adam's apple. Du Yuan is still planning how to punch the left and the right leg, and the people have already done it. He couldn't help but stick out his tongue - this girl was violent. Little wild cat, I like it!

Du Yuan dragged the two strong men who had fainted temporarily aside, and the red sleeves had already started the car. He hurriedly jumped into the passenger seat, his butt was smacked, and when he felt it, it was Aya's compass. The car had already started, and he gestured to Red Sleeves, who was struggling to take the steering wheel, but Red Sleeves didn't reply, "Aya doesn't matter, she's not a poor little mute anymore." She also has teleportation matches on her body, and she can return to Danyuan at any time. As he spoke, the car had already driven out of the country road, and three large SUVs turned in front of him, almost hitting the opposite face, and the red sleeves were deflected, getting out of the way of the main road, and the other team's team was not polite, and roared in the direction of the winery.

Du Yuanxin said, fortunately, this is not the enemy who came to surround him, and when he looked back, those cars were parked outside the winery, and more than a dozen people in gray sportswear came down, raising the long and short weapons in their hands, which was a strafing shot. Redsleeves heard the gunshot, a little strange, and while slamming on the accelerator, he asked, "What's the situation?" "No, no! It's those cars just now, they're raiding the winery!"

François escorted the Chief Templar Hugo back to Paris. Before he reached the tarmac in the backyard, there was a loud gunfire in the front yard, and Lord Hugo was very disdainful, "To deal with just two people, and to make such a big noise? That kind of ping-pong style of play is less. François wiped the sweat from his head and whispered in defense, "Well, our guns are equipped with silencers, what is this......" The butler ran over, "Monsieur François, the Wolf of Marseille has come to the door." Lord Hugo politely invited Hu Shengyuan into the helicopter, turned around and said disdainfully, "If you can't handle this kind of goods, you won't be in Paris." After saying that, he boarded the hatch and instructed the pilot to take off.

François was under the turbulence of the propeller, a handsome silver hair flew more than two meters away, and the butler grabbed the wig before it fell into the dust, and returned it to the owner.

What a loss of face today! François, watching the helicopter rise and moving away. The wig was buttoned upright, and on a fat face, the flattery was gone, revealing a cold and cruel look. "Gather all your strength to hold the main gate, call Alphonse, and ask him to bring someone to knock on the back door of Labadi. Fetch one of my old guns, the one for elephant hunting!"

Outside the low wall of the winery, a group of sturdy men are leaning on the wall and the iron fence gate, shooting into the courtyard. This group is different from feminine French men, almost all of them have stiff beards, short hair is also black and hard, and the style is quite masculine. The guns in the hands are very inconsistent, most of them are civilian versions of the continuous hair reform, mainly the AK series, and there are also short-barreled shotguns and pistols. The attire is very uniform, all dark gray tracksuits, with classic three-bar sleeves.

A window on the second floor of the winery was pushed open, and a hand-held electric horn was stretched out, "Are you crazy? Do you think you can wrestle with me with just these pieces of garbage? It is a gift from God that you can live until now." If you don't get out of the way, you'll regret it!"

A middle-aged man with gray hair, also bearded, dressed like everyone else, only slightly older, stopped shooting. As soon as he stretched out his hand, the man behind him immediately took out a larger horn from the car, twice as large and twice as loud!"To hell with your God! Allah is the only true God!" As soon as these words came out, all the beards shouted excitedly, and another volley of bullets was fired, and seven or eight windows of the winery were shattered.

The butler went to La François, was pushed away, and continued to shout, "You Persian stinky pigs, you should send you all back to Iran." No, let's just send it back to hell!"

The gray-haired Labadi almost roared back, "You stupid Gallic roosters, cooing soft-balls! What did we Iranian migrant workers give us when we Iranian workers dug the subway and sewers for you for a hundred years? What about the promise of a green card? It's all fart!" When the other men heard this, they became even more angry, and the gunfire rang out again. The stone walls of the winery were full of bullet holes, and rock debris was splashed everywhere, mixed with broken glass, and it was a mess.

The butler trembled and persuaded, "Sir, shall we call Alphonse back?" François said calmly, "no. He's more useful in the city than here. Let the people downstairs hold on, and as long as they rush in, hit hard. They don't move, and we don't go out. This is our territory, and their firepower cannot last. ”

Labadi also realized this, and instructed everyone to hold down the firepower, try to use as many single shots as possible, not three consecutive point shots, and aim before shooting. In between the brief gunshots, François's voice was heard again, "Labadi, are you here today to vent your anger about your green card? Then you are in the wrong place, you should go to the town hall to demonstrate." What's the point of harassing me?"

"You hairless pig, have you forgotten? You have robbed my distinguished Oriental guest! If you do not return him, tear down your winery! If he loses a hair, pluck out your grapes!" As usual, every time the boss finished shouting, a volley of bullets from the crowd of beards would shoot out to increase their might, and there was another burst of ping-pong.

The butler covered the phone, "Sir, Sheriff Hubert asked what was going on in the vineyard, would you like to come and patrol it?" François waved his hand impatiently, "and said that we were hunting wild boars, and invited him to eat meat another day." And Ah, I'll send a case of pink wine tomorrow, he likes to clear his mouth. ”

The Iranian gang tried to rush into the courtyard twice, but they were all pushed back by the concentrated fire of the winery guards. The situation is at an impasse for the time being. Both sides focused on each other, not noticing, a dark shadow crept back here.

Red Sleeves suggested taking advantage of the chaos to rescue Aya, Du Yuan had some small thoughts about this woman, and he couldn't bear to let her be in danger again, after all, the chief Templar just now showed his hand, which was really amazing. He didn't know that Hugo had flown away with Hu Shengyuan, so he insisted on saving people by himself, and asked Red Sleeves to be optimistic about the classic car, on the grounds that it would be inconvenient to come out and run away for a while, and it would be inconvenient to have no car. Red Sleeves reluctantly nodded in agreement, looking at Du Yuan's back flashing back to the manor, his hand was inadvertently placed on the leather chair that the handsome guy had just sat on, and the residual warmth came from his fingertips. The heart that has been lonely for many years tore a tiny crack.

The inside of the manor has already come to the inside, Du Yuan is familiar with the way, and climbed up to the second floor from the corner of the backyard, and then avoided the guards, and searched one by one, no. Sneaked down to the first floor and checked the other rooms except the dining room, and there was none. He thought about it, since this is a winery, there must be a very large wine cellar buried in the ground, yes! He searched carefully again, and finally found a staircase leading to the ground at the corner of the first floor, and went down the stone steps, turning two or three turns, and suddenly opened up in front of him. All the warm LED lights are used here, and the temperature of the lamps is very low, which should be afraid of affecting the temperature of the cellar. More than a dozen rows of huge wooden barrels are lined up side by side, faintly exuding a blend of oak and red wine.

In the corner, a door was open and someone was speaking French. Du Yuan tiptoed over and heard someone inside, "...... No, Japanese women's legs are bent. I think this little girl is Vietnamese, you see how skinny. The other man smiled wickedly, "Hehe, whatever." I have a way to get him to speak, and hold my gun. "Hey, it's still on top, you're really not picky, and such a small chicken steak can be eaten?"

Du Yuan didn't hear the right taste, and he no longer hesitated, the Achilles tendon of his left foot was tense, the calf muscles were in the shape of a fist, and his figure flashed in an instant, and a guard had already faded his trousers to the top of his feet, and was loosening his pants, and was stomped on his back by Du Yuan's right foot. The one next to him was holding two short guns, and was about to enjoy the Spring Palace Opera, when he was frightened by this sudden attack, Du Yuan's other leg swept through the air, and with the blessing of Ji Dan, this leg bone was as hard as iron, and mortals collided with it, as if encountering an iron rod. "Peng" sounded, and another one fell. Du Yuan touched the snort of the two of them, and they both still breathed. This is a newly developed rule, try to control the intensity of the attack on mortals, not a heinous person, and do not set the death penalty privately.

Only then did he look up to find Aya, but saw that she was handcuffed in a large font shape on a long stainless steel table. His hands and feet were tightly locked by steel rings, his teeth were gritted, his eyes were full of anger, and his hair was even more unkempt. When I saw Brother Du, I finally couldn't help but shed tears. Du Yuan was also sad for a while, and secretly rejoiced that he had come back in time. In the future, I will never let my little sister act alone!

The key was on the guard, Du Yuan opened the four steel rings, and the little mute jumped up like a trapped beast, hugged his waist tightly, buried his face in Brother Du's chest, and wet it with tears. Du Yuan stroked her back, let the trembling shoulders slowly subside, carried her out of the door, put her on the ground and stood up, took out a finger and put it on her eyelids, and motioned Aya to stay at the door and not peek. He went back to the house and carried the two guards to the table, and used his imagination to the extreme. Then he turned around and went out, took Aya's hand, and ran towards freedom.