"insect?"

Liu Tianming's eyes suddenly became sharp: "You mean, the giant flying insect that killed Zhou Yuan?"

"It should be."

Liao Qiu described the scene he heard from Tian Guangyao and played it back: "The insects killed many people and took all the corpses away. Perhaps it was used as food."

The huge flying insect of the opposite sex suddenly appeared in front of Liu Tianming. Those terrifying and hideous scenes have been entrenched in Zhou Yuan's mind since his death and cannot be removed.

"I guess the Northwest base is not safe either."

Liu Tianming couldn't help but hold the microphone tightly, and his speech became anxious: "Xiaoqiu, you have two choices: first, find a secret place over there to hide it. Second, come and meet us as soon as possible. Be careful not to fly at night, it's better to choose during the day."

"Where should I go to find you?" Liao Qiu directly chose the second plan.

"Chengdu."

Liu Tianming thought for a few seconds and quickly responded: "Although he has not received the relics from Song Jiahao on the stock exchange, I have a feeling that the next stop he arranged for us to go to is very likely Chengdu."

Liao Qiu's answer was very brief: "Then I will fly to the vicinity of Chengdu to wait for you first. I will bring my communication equipment and contact me in time if there is any situation. Don't worry! I will take good care of myself, and you must also pay attention to safety."

Because the situation is unclear, there are too many people in the communication tower, and Liao Qiu did not want to attract attention, so he immediately closed the communication.

Liu Tianming turned off the phone. He stood up from the chair and found that the core team members were standing in the room, looking at him with different eyes.

"Liao Qiu is fine. He is now at the northwest base and Instructor Hetian stays with him. God knows how he got there. When Xiao Qiu comes back, he must explain the matter clearly."

After saying a few reassuring and relaxing words, Liu Tianming put away the smile on his face and issued an order seriously and resolutely: "Everything is ready. Go to the stock exchange and get back what belongs to us."

...

When Luo Kuan and Huang He walked into the room, Qian Xiao and several others were playing cards.

Zhajinhua, a very simple way to play.

The bets are cigarettes, candies, cookies and potato chips. This is what I found from several nearby shops and buildings. It’s just that the quantity is small and not enough to divide it.

Qian Xiao happened to get three "4s" and felt very proud. Seeing Luo Kuan and the other two coming in, he was surprised and couldn't help but shout, "Why are you..."

This reaction is normal. Liu Tianming's team members live in another building, and there is no harmonious relationship with these ordinary people who have been with the Champs Elysees.

Luo Kuan rushed over with a grim smile, and the soles of the muddy shoes were mercilessly trampling on the cards on the ground. The strong muscles were angrily spreading on their arms and shoulders. Before Qian Xiao finished speaking, he found that his shoulder was buckled, and the huge fist whistling from the left side of his sight blocked everything.

In the face of the mutated infectious body with absolute power, ordinary people could not resist the crushing like a landslide. In just five seconds, eight people in the room, including Qian Xiao, were knocked unconscious, lying tilted on the ground, losing consciousness.

Huanghe grabbed two people from the ground and clamped them under his left and right armpits. He quickly went downstairs with two lifeless items, and took a few steps to board the "Golden Dragon" bus parked in the open space outside, throwing the two comas in.

The car has been renovated and all the window glass is opened. The parts connected to the car body are tightly plugged with debris and high-strength viscose, which cannot be moved, leaving only half of the narrow gap that can barely be drilled into.

Qian Xiao felt dizzy and felt a very uncomfortable feeling of weightlessness. The scenery in front of him was shaking, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not see clearly. He remembered that Luo Kuan gave him a heavy punch, and then the whole world was spinning. He wanted to ask for help, but he couldn't scream. A burst of pain came from his head, and some hot liquid flowed down from the top of his head, covering his left eye, irritating the retina, sour and astringent, and no matter what he looked at, it was bright red.

That was blood, the blood that flowed out from the wound on the head.

The bus was empty, and eight people were thrown on the floor, like a pile of garbage that no one wanted. A guy who was thrown in in front of Qian Xiao was in trouble. His head hit the hard all-steel seat armrest, his nose was broken, and the ground was covered with blood. He fell down without saying a word, without any movement. Maybe he was dead, or just breath was left.

Luo Kuan stood in the middle of the passage near the driver's seat, with a cold expression, and looked down at the group of guys under his feet who had just been beaten and had no ability to resist.

Qian Xiao covered his stomach hard, controlled the desire to vomit, raised his head, and with a hint of expectation and unwillingness, he moaned at Luo Kuan with a pleading moan: "...you...you have no grudge with you...please...let me..."

A hint of sarcasm flashed in Luo Kuan's eyes: "Stop dreaming. This is the leader's order."

Qian Xiao's cold face appeared in Liu Tianming's mind, and he remembered the cans assigned to him. He couldn't help but panic: "No, I absolutely have no intention of forcing Captain Liu... I...we are together!"

Huang He walked in from outside the car with a cigarette in his mouth. He squatted in front of Qian Xiao, sprayed a large mouthful of smoke at his raised head, and said with a grim smile: "I don't think so. You are different from us. In fact, the boss is not difficult to talk, and he is also easy-going. But you have angered him, and no one can help you now."

Qian Xiao felt that the hairs on his back were standing up. He knew very well the meaning of these words: "...Don't...please...Police Huang, you...you are a policeman, you are a policeman!"

“That’s the past.”

Huang He slapped Qian Xiao's cheek with pity, without any warning. He suddenly turned his palm and pressed Qian Xiao's head hard, and hit the hard ground of the hard carriage. Qian Xiao couldn't even make a scream, and felt his chin being almost flattened. His teeth were inserted into his tongue, and the indescribable pain rushed around the mouth and head, and Venus appeared in front of him. The heavy blow consumed all the energy that had just accumulated in Qian Xiao's body. He raised his head again with great difficulty. He couldn't control saliva and blood flowing out of his mouth, and his chest was wet and completely soaked.

Qian Xiao’s thinking has never been as clear as it is now.

Liu Tianming wants to kill me.

No, not only me, but also others who obey me will be killed by them.

It was so sudden that it was unexpected.

But if you think about it carefully, it should be when Liu Tianming asked him to give food ration a few days ago, he was already determined to kill.

Qian Xiao always felt that he was in control of the situation. The comparison of strength was actually a competition of the number of supporters. There were many people here, so of course we had to get more food. Qian Xiao never considered a problem from beginning to end - whether the canned food or rice and flour on the truck were food reserves of Liu Tianming's team. These things had nothing to do with Qian Xiao. He had never requisitioned the food of residents in the Champs Elysees, nor had he plundered any property from his followers.

What is mine is mine, why should I share it with you?

It was not until now that Qian Xiao suddenly remembered that Liu Tianming, who had always remained silent, was the soul of the real control team. Although he rarely spoke, he was very strong. These people... had killed people.

Noisy shouts came from outside the car. Qian Xiao supported his body with his arms and tried his best to look towards the gap between the Yellow River and the car. He saw more than a dozen people standing not far from the bus, forming a circle. They were all people they knew, walking all the way from the Champs Elysees to the present. They were roaring and scolding. The circle was surrounded by three strong men, who were Qian Xiao's subordinates, and he was also the sentry he arranged outside the station to be responsible for the guard.

The number of both sides was disproportionate, because the people who were fighting each other knew each other. Before they could react, the three strong men were beaten up by the crowd and used weapons such as sticks. They were beaten to pieces and fell to the ground. A large group of people surrounded them and used their hands and feet, and fists were added. Facing the fists that fell like raindrops, the three strong men could not even scream and were beaten to death on the spot. When they completely lost their ability to resist and the situation became less than dead, people grabbed their hands and feet, carried them into the carriage, and placed them together with Qian Xiao and others.

Qian Xiao saw Luo Kuan stepping over his head and walking straight to the driver's seat at the front of the car. He turned the key and started the engine. The calm body suddenly vibrated, which made him feel indescribable fear.

The engine roar was even louder. This was obviously not the volume that a car could make. The Yellow River stood there and did not move, and the gap between his legs and the carriage did not change at all. Qian Xiao saw that the truck parked in the distance had started, and the "Sabban" off-road vehicles that belonged to the team also drove away from their original positions. The beautiful girl named Zheng Xiaoyue opened the car door and got in. She was sandwiched at the top of the dark green military card in the middle of the convoy, and she was holding a heavy machine gun with a large caliber.

All this was planned.

They had planned to act today.

A warm blood charmed Qian Xiao's eyes. He really had no strength to raise his arms, so he could only lower his head and wipe the blood clean on another half-dead companion. Qian Xiao, whose eyes were blurred, raised his head and looked at the blurred Yellow River. His voice was so sad and desperate: "...you...what do you want to do? Please...let me go!"

Huang He stared at him coldly and drew out a sharp fighting knife from behind.

He didn't plan to waste bullets for this man.

Before the cold blade slit the throat, Qian Xiao heard the last few words he said from the mouth of the Yellow River.
Chapter completed!