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Shisheng!Shisheng is right in front of his eyes now!

Lei Xuwen desperately suppressed the urge to punch the silver-haired man flying away, and then snatch Shisheng back.

He just stood there, not moving.

Why did Shi Sheng look at him with such a strange expression?Is this acting?Show it to the eyeliners around you?

Years of experience in performing missions told him that the strange expression on Shi Sheng's face at this moment was definitely a warning.

This silver-haired man's eyeliner must be all around here, and their leader is this seemingly gentle and elegant gentleman in front of him.

Veteran mercenaries who participated in the Vietnam War, they used to sleep with corpses, bury their comrades in person, wander in the jungle for days and nights without eating or sleeping, and keep every nerve in their bodies on high alert for a long time. A destructive weapon capable of blowing people into pieces of flesh destroys the enemy... This kind of person must have the following characteristics: cold-blooded, neurotic, slightly split personality, and inhuman-level fighting and destructive power.

No wonder Shi Sheng was trapped here, this man is simply a living weapon.

"I still have to take Mr. Lei to the venue, or you can follow us." Wittman kissed his lips comfortingly, but Ling Shisheng didn't seem to think it was enough, so he insisted on hugging him for a few more seconds before letting go. Although Lei Xuwen stood there without moving, the bodyguards beside him suddenly felt a murderous aura that hit his forehead.

"Heiye, where are you?" Furno's voice came from the ear mic, Lei Xuwen didn't take his eyes off Ling Shisheng's wheelchair, and responded softly: "Together with the 'Devil King'."

"General" so soon? Good luck." Sitting in the helicopter, Furno stared at the computer screen intently, "Have you found Bai Ye?"

"Found it." Lei Xuwen was about to close the line, "The current situation is normal."

"Mr. Lei, this way please." Holding Ling Shisheng up from the wheelchair, the man nodded to him, motioning him to follow.

Lei Xuwen was two steps behind, facing the man in Wittman's arms from his point of view, he did not shy away from time to time, hugged the man tightly, and looked at him as if looking at him.

Shisheng!Now that old guy can't see me, the show doesn't need to be so full! ?Lei Xuwen's gaze seemed to burn a hole in the man who turned his back.

"Mr. Wittman, Ling... your partner," Lei Xuwen said hesitantly, "why is he in a wheelchair?"

"Ah, he was very reckless. He accidentally fell down the stairs and broke his kneecap. However, the rehabilitation operation is very good, and the steel nails will probably be removed in a few weeks." Wittman said, pet-loving After touching Ling Shisheng's head, he narrowed his eyes comfortably like a kitten.

Cracked kneecap?Lei Xuwen's limbs suddenly became extremely cold.

Shi Sheng is a first-line killer who has been trained by Zhang Liguang, besides, how high a building does he have to fall to have his kneecap shattered?

Shi Sheng's injuries must have something to do with this old guy.

After entering the venue, Wittman put Shi Sheng on the couch in the first row, turned to look at Lei Xuwen: "Please watch him for me, I'm going to host the party." Then he kissed Shi Sheng's forehead said, "I'll be right back, obediently stay here with Mr. Lei."

As soon as Wittman left, Ling Shisheng took out a syringe from his coat pocket, inserted the needle into the small medicine bottle, and the transparent liquid was immediately sucked into the syringe along the needle tip.

Lei Xuwen watched him roll up his sleeves neatly, revealing his arms full of pores.

When the needle was inserted into the skin, Ling Shisheng's eyes became dazed and out of focus, and then he breathed out lightly, as if he was enjoying something: "Mmm..."

"What are you doing?" Lei Xuwen said, his voice was as cold as ice.

This guy is on drugs?

Ling Shisheng rolled back his sleeves, glanced at him, and turned his gaze back to the center of the stage: "Boss told you to look at me, not to tell you to control me."

"What's wrong with your mind?" Lei Xuwen grabbed him by the shoulder and turned him around, "Do you know what drugs can do to your body?!"

"This is not a drug." Ling Shisheng wriggled to break free from him, "Boss said I was sick and needed medicine."

"Furno, the mission has changed. I will take Bai Ye away now." Lei Xuwen couldn't stand it any longer. He suddenly put Ling Shisheng on his shoulders and stepped out as if no one else was there. watching them.

"Don't... put me down!! Boss!! Boss!!" Ling Shisheng shouted loudly, trying to wriggle out of his grip.

"Scream again!" Lei Xuwen slapped his butt hard, and the person on his back suddenly fell silent as if frightened. Just when Lei Xuwen wanted to ask if he was hurt by the beating, a sudden pain came from his shoulder. With a sharp stabbing pain, he looked at Ling Shisheng in disbelief, the syringe in the man's hand was now stuck straight into his left shoulder.

"Put me down, you bastard!" Ling Shisheng struggled to break free from him, and fell to the ground with a thud because he lost his possession.

Lei Xuwen stared at him. In fact, apart from a slight pain in his shoulder, it was not a problem, but his heart seemed to be squeezed hard, and it was difficult to breathe.

"Shisheng..." He whispered his name, as if to make sure that the person in front of him was really the Ling Shisheng he knew, but the person who was thrown to the ground began to crawl in the opposite direction quickly, when the alarm bell in the corridor suddenly sounded.

Startled the other party!Lei Xuwen quickly grabbed the man who wanted to escape again, but handed him over to the left and right guards: "Take him away! I'll do the rest!"

Ling Shisheng, who was hugged tightly by the bodyguards and ran forward, kept staring at Lei Xuwen, but he only saw his back.A group of armed guards ran out of the venue, Lei Xuwen drew his gun, aimed it, bang!One, bang bang!Two, with no misses in bullets, piercing the sun with a hundred steps.

The gun seemed to be a part of his hand, aiming, triggering, loading, and firing with his breathing, pulse, and heartbeat!The four steps were repeated rhythmically, and immediately the low cabin was full of lying down and stacked corpses. Lei Xuwen moved forward with a gun, as if he had entered the land of no one, and his pure white suit was not stained with a drop of blood.

"Mr. Lei, I treat you like a guest of honor. I didn't expect you to be with the very hateful and unreasonable kidnapper."

Wittman's voice activated a mechanism on Lei Xuwen's body, and he rolled into the opened escape door with a bang, holding the M57 tightly in his hand.

Dead old fox, let us see next, whether it is the murderous weapons trained by the war, or the "dark night" trained by Fobia's founder Zhang Liguang.

Writer's words:

I saw Qingkong’s mother, whom I haven’t seen for a long time, leaving a message~~:) PS. You, the king of abuse, actually said that I abused you?I'm not happy with that (laughs)