Chapter 662 Words on the Wall

After smoking a cigar, Bisle threw away his cigarette butt, then pulled out another cigarette and put it in his mouth and said, "You go in with me to have a look."

After saying that, Bisle took the lead and walked towards this dilapidated ruins.

A group of people followed in horror.

Bisle said as he walked, "qiang, do you have any opinion on this matter?"

Qiang Dongsong nodded and said respectfully, "Teaching officer, according to my analysis, this matter is likely to be done by one or two people, and it is absolutely impossible to be a large number of troops. According to those wounded soldiers, they were definitely attacked by only a small group of enemies.

Wang Zheng stood outside the window and shot in the night, and the shooting speed was extremely fast, which made many enemies mistakenly think that several people fired at them at the same time.

Bisle did not nod or shake his head, but was silent and said, "qiang, you now close your eyes, think carefully, and then answer me. From our point of view, what kind of problems have been exposed in this matter?"

"There are many complicated problems, but I think they are inseparable from the deacon Palmo."

Bisle asked Qiang Dongsong to close his eyes, and he did not dare to open it. However, when he heard Bisier say this, Qiang Dongsong simply took the opportunity to push the responsibility 256 and put it all on Palmo.

"Continue to talk."

"This has a lot to do with the poor supervision of instructor Palmo. This explosion should have caused the explosion of explosives in the ammunition depot caused by oil leakage at the gas station. If you are careful, it can completely prevent the enemy from infiltrating in. The distance between the ammunition depot and the gas station is only 50 meters, and it should not be designed like this at all. Therefore, I think that although the enemy is strong, the main responsibility should still be borne by instructor Palmo.

After Qiang Dongsong finished speaking, Bisil didn't speak for a long time, and he didn't dare to open his eyes, and his heart beat faster and faster.

In fact, Qiang Dongsong should be more angry than Bisle when this happened. After all, three tons of gold is his own achievement. Now he is actually black and scorched by strong explosives, which is obviously killing him!

Since he took over Asian affairs, he has been making bad progress. Now he has finally got back more than 1 billion worth of gold, but it has been blown up like this. How can he not be angry?

Bisle didn't say anything, and the others didn't even dare to come out. The scene was terrible.

At this time, Qiang Dongsong heard a soft sound!

That's the sound of a lighter!

Bisle lit another cigarette!

The instructor Bisil, famous for his bloody perversion, deeply smoked a precious cigar from Cuba, then walked to Qiandongson, gently spit out smoke, and spit all the big mouthful of smoke on Qiandongson's face!

This is already a very insulting action, but Qiang Dongson can't make any reaction! Although he was very angry and extremely dissatisfied with Bisle, he couldn't say anything or do anything!

"Strong, you can open your eyes now."

Bisier dodged to one side, and then Qiang Dongsong saw the words on the wall!

Yes, there are words on the wall!

When Qiang Dongsong saw clearly what was written on the wall, an uncontrollable anger suddenly appeared on his face!

"Instor, this is slander, this is slander! Which bastard did this? I want to make him worse than death!" Qiang Dongsong is really angry!

These words on the wall have easily and completely ignited Qiang Dongsong's anger!

"Intor, don't believe that this is dirty water, this must be dirty water!"

Qiang Dongsong is really worried. If Bisil believes the words on the wall and doubts himself, then he will definitely not have a good end!

Bisle smoked a cigar and smiled, with an obvious cold smile.

When Qiang Dongsong saw that the former did not express his position, he was very anxious: "Teaching officer, don't believe it. This is to alienate us!"

"Exit it." Bisle nodded the words on the wall with his chin and said.

"What?" Qiang Dongsong couldn't believe Bisle's words.

"I mean, read out the Chinese text on the wall and read it to everyone." Bisle said unpleasantly, "And be louder."

"This..." Qiang Dongsong was hesitating, because he really didn't expect that Bisle would say so!

"Do you read it or not?" Bisier said slowly.

"I read."

A trace of hatred flashed in Qiang Dongsong's eyes, and then gritted his teeth and whispered, "Cqiang Dongsong is a fucking son of a bitch! Dare to offend me, I'm asking you to be a fucking grandson!"

After saying this, Qiang Dongsong felt a fever on his cheeks, and his hatred was infinite. He couldn't wait to find a hole to get in!

"Lar louder, I didn't hear it." Bisle still said slowly, but the coldness in his voice was more obvious.

Qiang Dongsong's eyes flashed, and then the goose bumps on his skin exploded. He gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and roared with all his strength, "Qiang Dongsong is a fucking son of a bitch! Dare to offend me, I'm asking you to be a fucking grandson!"

It's really funny to watch a man scold himself like this.

"Cqiang, do you have anything to say about this?"

"This is slander, ** naked slander! It's completely pouring dirty water on me!" Qiang Dongsong's eyes looked straight ahead and stood straight. At least now, he can't show a trace of his lack of confidence.

"Splash dirty water, well, the analysis makes sense." Bisle took a deep breath of the cigar and then spit it on Qiandongson's face!

"Fuck Bisle, I'm going to kill you one day!" How can Qiang Dongsong, who has always been higher than the sky and unwilling to be under people, stand such an insult? He has cursed Bisil thousands or eight hundred times in his heart!

"Strong, now stretch out your hand, I can't find the ashtray." Bisle's fingers clamped the cigar's buttocks and said.

When Qiang Dongsong heard this, he trembled slightly, and then stretched out his hand and said, "Okay, instructor, please."

"Very good."

Bisle clamped the cigar buttocks with two fingers, and then crushed it fiercely against Qiang Dongsong's palm!

zi......

with a soft sound, and then a burning smell penetrated into everyone's nostrils!

Qiang Dongsong gritted his teeth and didn't frown! Only the muscles on the cheeks trembled!

Bisle gently picked up the cigarette butt and threw it aside, while Qiang Dongsong's hand left a dark and burnt hole!

"Does it hurt?" Bisil approached, stared at the sweat on Qiang Dongsong's forehead, and asked with a smile.

In Qiang Dongsong's eyes, Bisle's smile is just like a demon!