Song Duxin didn't look up, he stretched out his hand to the back, Lin Hanchuan handed over the cigar cutter, and Song Duxin used his slender fingers to decisively cut off the part of the cigar that was still burning. He did this action with ease, as if this was not an Shura field, but a castle, and he was the only nobleman in it.

Song Duxin casually asked, "Can you see it?"

Bonanno's fingers were cut and burned, and he was sweating profusely, his teeth were clenched, and he gasped for breath for a long time: "You know, we can't be the master. ”

Meng Chuan'er had a cold face, but her heart was like a mirror, Bonanno's ferocity was really not a star, if an ordinary person broke a finger and was burned again, this kind of torture that had a very impact on the flesh would not beg for mercy immediately?

This person can be so cruel to himself, let alone what he does to others. Song Duxin asked his subordinates to hand him a phone and said, "You call now, ask your boss to come over, or we can go to him." ”

The man's eyes were slightly hesitant, and after hesitating for a while, he insisted on gritting his teeth and twisting his refusal.

Song Duxin gave a fluttering look, next to Lin Hanchuan went up and stabbed again, Bonanno's two hundred and five didn't have a finger, this time Meng Chuan'er reacted very quickly, and the spicy chicken in her heart was about to splash Lao Tzu again, and she stood up and dodged without waiting for anyone to come.

The guy howled again, and the rest of the Bonnano men in the room began to break out in a cold sweat, and no one spoke, and the room was eerily quiet, full of panting.

"Can you see it this time?" Song Duxin's voice was very soft, as light as if it had floated from the Netherworld, everyone couldn't help but tremble when they heard it, Meng Chuan'er and the others could see it clearly, if this thing continued to refuse, soon he would no longer have a finger.

This time, the stupid man who lost two fingers slowed down for a long time before he said, "I'll try!"

Then he said a number, Zhen Yidao dialed it directly, and handed it to the person on the speakerphone, and it rang for a long time before someone picked up the phone.

The voice of the severed finger is quite calm, and people have to admire the people of Bonanno's organization, but they are really not cowards: "Boss, something is wrong." ”

There was a very old voice on the phone: "What's wrong?"

"There is a group of Chinese who want to take Yu away and offer to see you and say that they will pay the money back in person. ”

"Wait a minute. After the other party finished speaking, he seemed to be holding the phone and studying something with others, but he couldn't hear it clearly, and after a while, he continued: "Bring them over, in the suburbs." ”

The group of the Asian Youth Society, supporting Yu Xiaoshan, pressed the guy with the broken finger and walked out, and the remaining few people were tied up by Lin Hanchuan's disciples, and their mouths were also blocked and locked in the house.

Kani and they followed the position shared by Meng Chuan'er, who had been waiting anxiously at the door for a long time, and when they saw them coming out, they immediately greeted them, and Song Duxin swept over Chuan'er with his gaze.

Meng Chuan'er hurriedly said: "My own people, it's okay." ”

Song Duxin smiled and said, "You still have a back hand!"

"It's not an afterthought, it's just part of the plan. ”

Song Duxin raised his eyebrows and didn't speak again.

They helped Yu Xiaoshan to Carney's car, and Meng Chuan'er whispered to Kani to send Yu Xiaoshan to the Niuyao Provincial Police Station to record a confession, and then send it to the embassy, and everything that followed went according to plan.

"Sister, here you go. Tingting handed the card that was exchanged for all US dollars to Meng Chuan'er, but Meng Chuan'er didn't answer it, and directly gave it to Song Duxin.

"Tingting, now your task is to help me take care of him every step of the way, I have entrusted my life to you, remember, never leave an inch. ”

Tingting nodded cautiously and stayed by Yu Xiaoshan's side.

After Meng Chuan'er finished speaking, she turned around to leave, Yu Xiaoshan held her hand and didn't let go, three years of wasted time was like three lifetimes, and when she first met her, she was going to leave again, as if she was afraid that she would disappear.

Yu Xiaoshan realized that the string had changed, the part of the war and gunsmoke that did not make her grow up was missing, and the torture of reality and the pain of parting had filled in.

The old man who can move the Asian Youth Club can also dare to play tricks with Bonanno's people, she still has stiff wings after all, but no matter how hard she fucks, she is also his woman who has not changed her true colors over the years, he is reluctant and can not rest assured, even now he is covered in injuries.

Meng Chuan'er leaned into his ear and said, "Don't worry, I will be careful." Leave these things to me, you have to believe me, just like I believe you in Afuhan, I still have accounts that I haven't finished with you, I won't just be like this, you wait for Lao Tzu obediently. ”

Yu Xiaoshan touched her hair, and instantly felt fragile like a defenseless child: "If you can't come back, I don't have the point to continue, if I can't bear it, then I will be buried with me." ”

Meng Chuan'er smacked his head: "What the fuck are the eight calves." He beckoned and left with Song Duxin and his party.

Carney's car drove first, followed by the ACYS cars, followed by several other cars with cameras and cameras and microphones.

The convoy followed Bonanno's route and left the city in the direction of Big Bear Mountain.

In fact, just now Song Duxin asked Meng Chuan'er to withdraw first with Yu Xiaoshan, and leave the rest to him to deal with, Meng Chuan'er just smiled and didn't say anything.

Song Duxin didn't say anything, just looked at Meng Chuan'er, and Meng Chuan'er could feel that kind of look, as if he was saying that the real battle hadn't started yet.

Meng Chuan'er only said three words softly: "I know." ”

Song Duxin admired Meng Chuan'er a little from the bottom of his heart, and even had a little attachment to her state in his arms just now, he knew that she was Yu Xiaoshan's, and this woman had only one man in her eyes.

But it didn't prevent him from thinking about her, this kind of woman was not suitable for petty love. She deserves the word ruthless, and her hatred for Bonanno comes from the fact that this organization threatens Yu Xiaoshan's life, and she can't let her anger subside in the slightest without eradicating it herself.

How much like Song Duxin himself, to a certain extent, Song Duxin feels that Yu Xiaoshan and Meng Chuan'er are actually inappropriate, because in their bones, Meng Chuan'er is more tenacious and tenacious.

Song Duxin snatched Yu Xiaoshan hard, intending to be tough to the end, but Carney took the equipment of those cars of people to look like reporters at a glance, among which there are several microphones with cards that almost include the three major media giants of the Goddess Country.

After all, in order to estimate the public opinion environment, the Asian Youth Agency must have a reason to take action, at least before these reporters left.

In fact, for Meng Chuan'er, her biggest battle is to rescue Yu Xiaoshan, and now that she has won, the next thing is revenge, so her mentality is very good at this time. Not scared at all, and even has a perverted enjoyment. Meng Chuan'er seems to have never understood herself, and she has never discovered the bloodthirsty part of her soul.

And coming from the rain of bullets and bullets in Afuhan, the fight of a club and organization is nothing to her. However, in her next plan, she couldn't let this happen in advance, and there was no need to use force if she couldn't directly kill the leader of Bonanno.

The most clever war is strategy, it is to make the other party frightened if the soldiers do not take the blade, and it is the next strategy to lose the soldiers, so Su Qin's kind of vertical and horizontal style is everyone's demeanor, and the thousands of troops and horses stepping on the rivers and mountains can only be regarded as brave at best.