Chapter 10 The trophy!
He is unwilling!
It's so easy to be captured, even if he dies - he will fight to the death.
"Wo!!"
Ruan Weiwu roared loudly despite his injury.
He was unwilling to roar. His back was in vain, and his body turned over like a gyro. His right hand reached into the chest of his coat and instantly took out the hidden Type 92 pistol, which was his last killer.
The whole process is too fast to cover!
Falling to the ground, turning over, pulling out a gun... It only took 2 seconds.
But it's still a slow step.
Six-
Another black fire arrow with a thumb thickness, which was shot and directly steamed the Type 92 pistol into molten iron.
Ruan Weiwu's fingers were clasped, but what he touched was hot molten iron.
Suddenly, his whole right hand was unconscious, and the palm of his hand was blurred with flesh and blood. The iron water of Type 92 was like dripping candle water, splashing on all parts of his abdomen and chest.
Z, Z, Z.
Black smoke rose from the coat, and the smell of burnt meat permeated.
"Hmm."
Ruan Weiwu clenched his back teeth and resisted the great pain without humming.
Chen Qinghe came to him and temporarily looked down at Ruan Weiwu, who had no power to turn back. If he hadn't just shown mercy, the Vietnamese had been burned into bone scum by the black fire at this moment.
If you don't kill him immediately, you have something to ask!
"Wow-Wow."
Ruan Weiwu gasped heavily, but his eyes were calm.
When he saw Chen Qinghe for the first time, Ruan Weiwu clearly felt the hidden danger of this person. It was a sense of oppression coming out of the sea of flesh and blood, and now this feeling is even stronger.
"What should you say to me?"
Chen Qinghe said lightly.
He doesn't care about Ruan Weiwu's life or death, and he is not a little excited to kill the evolutionist at all. To this extent, he has lost more than a hundred people. Now he cares about where only that part of the Vietnamese who go out are - he keeps this in mind!
In particular, this is a gang of vicious Vietnamese poisons. Xiao.
"You're really not dead..."
Ruan Weiwu looked up at Chen Qinghe, but there was no idea of begging for mercy.
As a drug lord, he has already seen through life and death. When he was blood-washed his opponent's family, he knew that such a day would come, because there was no right or wrong in the world.
There is only the difference between strength and weakness!
The student in front of him is strong enough to have the ability to kill all of them, so he can dominate everything. On the contrary, if they have such strength, they will die as a group of Chinese.
Women become playthings, and men become cheap slaves!
"Is this what you want to say to me?"
Chen Qinghe stared into Ruan Weiwu's eyes and asked in a low voice.
In a sense, he and Ruan Weiwu are the same kind of people. They treat others coldly and are cruel, which can erase all threats to them.
But he at least has his own bottom line!
"Cough, cough--"
Ruan Weiwu vomited blood and shook his head slightly.
He knows what Chen Qinghe wants to know...
But now that his will is clear, he will not betray the news of the rest of his compatriots in any case.
"Real?"
Chen Qinghe knew that it was very difficult to pry open the mouth of people like Ruan Weiwu, so he had no hope at all. It's better to start with other Vietnamese who have not died.
He doesn't believe it!
Those Vietnamese are as hard as Ruan Weiwu.
Wow, sparks burned in Chen Qinghe's palm.
In the blink of an eye, a foot-long black fire knife was formed and was held back in his right hand.
Yan Dao cut off - Ruan Weiwu's head was simply removed.
"If you don't say anything until you die, why?"
Chen Qinghe mentioned Ruan Weiwu's head and muttered when he saw this expression of death.
The black fire knife in his right hand quickly disappeared, and he turned back.
After solving Ruan Weiwu's problem, the remaining Vietnamese are waste and have no value to pay attention to. But as soon as he walked not far, he saw at the corner of the corridor, Singh's ghostly half of his face.
When the Indian saw him and was sure that there was no danger, he jumped out.
"Your excellency... Your magical power is really unrivaled, and the world is invincible!"
"It's really a mess to get rid of these perverted Vietnamese people by cutting fruits and vegetables! The little... admiration for you is like a surging river... stretching - what's that?"
Singh straightened his waist and raised his hands, as if to welcome the triumphant return of the hero and flattered him.
"What are you doing here?"
Chen Qinghe was expressionless and turned a deaf ear to the Indian's flattering words, and he couldn't see the instantly aggrieved face of Singh in front of him. He asked coldly, "Have I allowed you to come out?"
He has never had a good impression on disobedient people.
"Your Excellency, please listen to the small explanation--"
"The little one is worried that after the adults go back, they will find the remaining Vietnamese fleas who survived by chance to escape. Therefore, I arrogantly advocated that everyone should unite with the outside world and mobilize the people's strength. At the cost of the injury of the three security comrades, he finally succeeded in tying the dying Vietnamese fleas into dumplings!" Singh raised his head, looked proud, and his voice was high and excited.
At this moment, he is not an Indian aristocrat who claims to be the largest democracy.
It is the divine loyalty, the advanced elements who are at the forefront of the revolution in the red poster.
Chen Qinghe raised his eyebrows and just stared at Singh.
"Your Excellency!"
"Little, really wholeheartedly for you, for the masses!"
Singh was fpointed by Chen Qinghe and scolded the professor who taught him Chinese history from the bottom of his heart. Why do Chinese people say that communistism is their favorite... It's really bullshit.
This guy doesn't like it!
Damn, this look seems to see through the innocent and kind-hearted Vikas.
"Shut up."
Chen Qinghe's eyebrows loosened and walked around the Indians.
With an Indian reincarnated by his side, it seems that he can make life more fun, but he is not used to listening to CET-4 Chinese.
"Wow, it's really difficult to serve."
Singh breathed a sigh of relief.
However, the key to whether life in the future is moist and whether life can be guaranteed is in this "adult". The doomsday Singh, who is in a foreign country, misses the local customs.
Ah, the beautiful Ganges water!
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An hour later, there will be room 1024 on the 10th floor of the Imperial Hotel.
Open the door of the European-style room, and you can see from the outside corridor through the porch. Puffed food, candy, barrels of instant noodles, edible seasonings, daily medicines, barreled water, dried fruits, dried seafood, whisky, brandy wine and other necessities that can be stored for a long time are neatly placed in the spacious living room.
A lot of living room supplies!
There are even ten large refrigerators with five doors in the bedroom of the suite, which are refrigerated with all kinds of strange and bad food.
Chen Qinghe sat in front of the beer stacked into a hill, holding an atomic pen in his hand, walking the dragon and snake in his diary to register and count the treasures of the Vietnamese.
From now on, this part belongs to him, Chen Qinghe!
In contrast, Zhao Tang, the head of security, relies on exploitation and squeezing the supplies saved by his compatriots. He is simply not worth mentioning. He is not even interested in careful inventory.
All gifts for other survivors!
"Ten boxes of cooking oil, five boxes of instant noodles--"
Looking at the statistics on the notebook, Chen Qinghe raised the corners of his mouth.
According to his conservative estimate, Vietnamese supplies can provide 15 people to live in luxury for a month or even longer.
"With these materials, I can form my team!"
Chen Qinghe's eyes were slightly bright and he clenched the ballpoint pen.