Meilian stared at him: "Do you still believe me?"

Qin Xiao was wearing clothes on the roadside and said lightly: "I only believe that when a person is in front of death, he usually tells the truth."

Although he was wearing clothes, it seemed as if he could take advantage of it, but for some reason, the coldness and sharpness of his body faintly emanated, like an invisible giant hand, imprisoning people through the air, causing oppression to be suffocating, as sad as if he was suffocating.

Therefore, Meilian not only did not take the opportunity to escape, but also trembled and lowered her hand that she wanted to pull the door handle earlier, lowered her head to ponder, looked up at Qin Xiaolu and said, "Because General Mo Ka believes that one of you three is an undercover agent."

"Three people," Qin Xiaoludao, "Why aren't five people?"

He quickly understood: "That's right, Xiahou Lin is the leader of our team, so he naturally won't betray himself. Luo Shulin and him can't live without each other, and they shouldn't rebel, so there are only me and the other two. Then," he paused slightly and asked: "Why did you choose to attack me?"

Meilian shook her head slightly: "It's not just you, but the other two young people are the same..."

Qin Xiaolu just said, "You would rather kill her mistake than miss it." His face suddenly changed, and his figure shook, like a rushing lightning to Meilian and pressing her to the ground. Meilian couldn't help but feel shocked and thought she was going to kill her. She shouted in horror: "You, you..."

Puff puff puff puff puff puff puff!

But I heard a series of door panels behind me, and there were six bullet holes in the bathroom glass opposite, which corresponded to the six bullet holes on the door panel.

The beautiful lotus was fading, and only then did he realize that if Qin Xiaolu had not pressed her down in time, she would have died. He hurriedly covered his mouth with his hands to prevent his fear from making a sound.

However, it was obviously too late. The screams just now had aroused suspicion from outside the door. They kicked the door open with a bang, and each person slowly walked in with a shot.

Soon, the man saw the two men hugging each other on the ground, was slightly stunned, and then sneered, the muzzle that was equipped with a muffler slowly moved downward, pointing at Qin Xiaolu's head, and his fingers were about to pull the plate. However, with a sudden sound, his wrist folded in response to the sound, and the pistol flew out of his hand and flew through the ceiling and drilled into the mezzanine. However, Qin Xiaolu kicked his wrist with his right leg and hooked his left foot, causing him to fall suddenly before he could exclaim. His head fell just where Qin Xiaolu's enough hand. His palm stretched out and covered his face solidly. Snake, the whole face fell into half, and even the extremely hard forehead was not spared.

While Qin Xiaolu wiped the blood on the deceased's body, Meilian was trembling and put on her clothes.

Qin Xiaolu glanced at her, said nothing, stood up silently and walked out.

Meilian's mouth opened slightly, but she stopped talking.

Obviously, she realized that General Moka had given up on her and she hoped to follow Qin Xiaolu.

However, even though Qin Xiaolu had no opinion, his silence had already expressed his rejection.

Qin Xiaolu may not be a bad guy, but he will definitely not be a kind and good guy.

A man who wanted to kill him not only did not repay his grudges, but also saved her life just now. This is his greatest kindness.

Qin Xiaolu had just stepped out of the door, and two young men came out from the two rooms on both sides at the same time. Qin Xiaolu remembered that these two were with the middle-aged man who died in his room. He had met them at a banquet for General Moka to greet them not long ago. Three of the five sitting opposite them.

The two young men were still holding hands and snatching each other. Looking around, they were stunned, as if quite surprised.

Qin Xiaolu took advantage of their moment of being stunned and rushed towards the opposite pillar, kicked on the stone pillar, and bounced up with force, and suddenly broke in the air. At this time, the two young men came back to their senses and shot in the air. The bullet passed by Qin Xiaolu's feet. When the young man on the left was ready to search for the trace, he held back, because Qin Xiaolu had reached the back of the young man on the right, blocking the young man on the right, how could the young man on the right turn around, but he couldn't move after only half of it. His left rib was tightly clamped by a hand like an iron plier. The fingers that were as hard as steel bars fell into his bones. The heart-wrenching pain taught him tears.

It was rustling down, and tears flowed down his face. At the same time, with tears in his eyes, he saw vaguely. There was a hand on his hand holding the gun, and the muzzle pointed at the youth on the left. With a sound, the partner on the opposite side did not even struggle, and a pile of mud slipped down against the wall. His desire to survive was completely aroused. With a scream, he didn't care how many ribs had been broken by the pincer and rushed forward. However, his damage was far beyond his estimate. Even if he escaped from the pincer, his fragile body did not cooperate with his desire to survive. Without taking a few steps, he fell down and his nose was swollen and his face was blue. He didn't care about it. He got up and ran quickly.

Fortunately, Qin Xiaolu did not shoot behind him, but just followed him slowly.

The young man ran towards the living room. Two strong men with rifles stood by the door, and they were very alert. They put one end of the gun and the gun quickly pointed at Qin Xiaolu. One shouted: "Ton of them!"

It was probably because he wanted to stop. Qin Xiaolu ignored it, raised his hand and sent them one bullet each, opened a blood hole on both foreheads, and fell in front of the young man, frightening him so hard that his feet became weak and fell on the threshold.

As soon as the door was dark, four people were snatched out, Xiahou Lin, Luo Shulin, and two other middle-aged men.

The four of them struck one side, General Mo Ka's tall figure appeared at the door, seemingly a little confused, and actually said in Chinese: "What's going on? What's the matter? What's the misunderstanding?"

Then, he raised his foot and kicked the young man who was about to get up, and sucked the pistol from the waist of a middle-aged man beside him, and he clicked it and slammed it, and three shots ended the young man, then stuffed the gun back, cursing: "I'm a bitch, I dare to hurt my VIP, I'm dying! Bah!"

He spitted phlegm on the young man's body on the ground, looked up and smiled at Qin Xiaolu, "Please, please, please."

Xiahou Lin also smiled and waved to Qin Xiaolu: "Three, you're hungry. The general has prepared a lot of delicious food. In order to wait for you, he hasn't even started his chopsticks."

Qin Xiaolu seemed to believe it, threw away the gun and stepped forward. Xiahou Lin pulled his hand and shook it, enthusiastic and sincere, as if what happened just now had nothing to do with him.

Qin Xiaolu seemed to be a forgetful person, and said with a smile: "Boss, you are really hungry when you say that. That girl is so difficult to deal with and consumes a lot."

Xiahou Lin laughed.

The two walked side by side.

Luo Shulin and the two middle-aged men both entered without saying a word.

The seats were still the same as before, but half of them were missing, and a little more deserted amid the delicious dishes on the table.

General Moka waved his hand and said, "Get up the chopsticks, eat vegetables, and drink wine."

He also raised his glass to Qin Xiaolu and said, "Young hero, a rare master, are you interested in hanging with me?"

Qin Xiaolu raised his glass and touched it, took a sip, and said with a smile: "The general is generous and bold. I naturally like it to follow the saddle, but this is not my decision."

General Moka said, "Oh, who is that?"

Qin Xiaoludao: "Of course it's my boss."

General Mo Ka suddenly realized and praised: "Even if you are luxurious, you will never forget your old friends. Good, loyal, what's the best!"

He turned to look at Xiahou Lin and smiled and said, "Xiahou, what do you think? Can you give up and let others go?"

Xiahou Lin felt that Qin Xiaolu still respected him very much and was very satisfied. He stood up happily, took a bottle of wine, poured it on Luo Shulin, and the latter nodded and thanked him. He slowly said: "It is naturally my honor to look down on my brother. I have no reason to refuse, but before that, I want to ask me something about this brother."

He patted Luo Shulin on the shoulder, which seemed very intimate, but his tone was cold: "I remember, you seem to have been communicating with the general in Vietnamese."

General Mo Ka was slightly stunned and said, "Yes, Mr. Luo has been communicating with me in Vietnam for so many years. I thought you all understood it, and of course it was much easier than speaking Chinese..."

Before he finished speaking, the wine bottle in Xiahou Lin's hand suddenly swung and fell, and a banged flower on the back of Luo Shulin's head. The latter was hit by this and hit his forehead on the table, and a clattering sounded, overturning several dishes of vegetables. Luo Shulin was also a ruthless person, and he pulled the dagger out as he felt, but Xiahou Lin had foreseeed it. The hand that patted his shoulder fell down and grabbed his hand. The remaining half of the bottleneck in his hand was as sharp as a knife and inserted into Luo Shulin's neck. Luo Shulin screamed and slid from the table to the ground. His whole body twitched for a while, and then he became quiet.

The two middle-aged men on the opposite side suddenly stood up and pressed their guns. General Moka shook his head gently, but he still stared at Qin Xiaolu and Xiahou Lin with vigilance.

Qin Xiaolu picked up food and ate it, as if nothing had happened around him.

Xiahou Lin took a napkin to wipe the blood from his hands, then threw it on Luo Shulin's face, as if he was talking to himself: "He told me that the general can't speak Chinese, so he has been communicating with the general for many years, which has forced me to borrow money from him for many years."

General Mo Ka said, "I remember, when I first met, he sent me a Vietnamese conversation first, so I naturally felt that it was much easier."

Xiahou Lin said: "This is his ulterior motive. One is that I can't bind me without him. Two is that he knows how he trades with the general. Even if he intercepts the price, I won't know."

General Mo Ka smiled, without admitting or denying it, but said lightly: "I thought this was your own business. I gave half of my money. How to allocate it is your own right. I have no right to ask, are you right?"

Xiahou Linyu was still angry and said angrily: "The problem is, for the sake of convenience, I asked him to give you his bank card number, so it is often the one who transferred the money to me before I sent it down. Damn, I worked for him."

He paused slightly and said, "Although I hate undercover, I hate people who calculate me even more and think of me as a fool."
Chapter completed!