After hearing Yang Jun's words, the third uncle of the sunny third stopped doing it. He grabbed Yang Jun and said, "Who has any problems! You have made it clear, who has any problems..."

Seeing this, Sun Desheng hurried over and pulled the two people away, saying, "Da Yang, you can't speak either. Didn't you see that Uncle San is about to get angry... Uncle San, Da Yang doesn't mean that, he didn't understand why Aunt San suddenly disappeared..."

Yang Jun and Shen La had a good relationship. It was obvious that the third uncle had no problem. Sun Desheng kept hinting to him. Then he gave Fat Sun face and said, "I was anxious to say the wrong thing. I can't figure out why she disappeared out of thin air...Sun Desheng, come with me..."

"Don't worry, take off your coat first. This body of blood is soaked. Those who don't know think you're fighting with." Sun Desheng knew that this was stained when questioning the driver, so he didn't have time to ask in detail. While Yang Jun was taking off his clothes, he said to the spicy third uncle: "Da Yang likes to make a little weird stuff. I didn't say it, it might be stained with paint..."

The spicy and spicy third uncle is a soldier and just now smelled the bloody smell of Yang Jun. However, he knew the special nature of the Poll Investor Bureau and did not want to cause trouble for his nephew. He pretended not to know, just pretending that Yang Jun was stained with red paint...

After Yang Jun took off his blood clothes, he took Sun Desheng to the small house at the door. Originally, the old man who was so hot and the third uncle wanted to follow him, but when Yang Xiao saw it, he suddenly pointed to the toilet and shouted loudly: "Who! There is someone inside..." After that, he was the first to rush into the toilet. Seeing this, the third uncle of the third uncle thought that his wife had appeared, and hurriedly followed him into the toilet...

Taking advantage of this time, Yang Jun took Sun Desheng and Che Qianzi into the hut at the gate of the polling bureau. After coming in, he saw the driver lying in a pool of blood...

Sun Desheng shook his head and said to Yang Jun: "Big Yang, I'm really not a buddy. I'll tell you. You are also from the Jinyiwei after all. Are you going to make such bloody questions when you ask me? I'm almost dying of blood..."

"It wasn't what I did..." Yang Jun sighed helplessly, then walked to the driver, picked up a bottle of water on the ground, and poured it on the driver's head.

Aroused by the cold water, the driver trembled and woke up. After seeing Yang Jun in front of him, he started shouting loudly. He just said that he was ungrateful and didn't understand what he was calling.

While the driver shouted, blood began to spread through the pores all over his body. Seeing that the Che Qianzi beside Sun Desheng was a little scared, the little Taoist priest hurriedly said to Yang Jun: "Big Yang, that's OK, you'd better let him continue to sleep..."

Yang Jun kicked the driver unconscious again, and then took a bottle of mineral water and poured it on the driver's bloody body. After the blood was sprinkled, the strange tattoo on his body was revealed.

The driver was tattooed with graffiti with words but not words, and pictures but not pictures. Although Sun Desheng was not good at seeing it, he was at least a part-time poster of the polls bureau and had seen tattoos like this several times. He couldn't help but blurt out: "Mingwen, this kid has a tattoo with words on his body... This one needs to be translated by Lao Yang..."

"No Yang Xiao, I can understand..." Yang Jun pointed to the underworld tattoo on the driver and said, "This is the underworld's body control curse, which is used to control living people without possession. Now the driver is like a robot, and all his actions are controlled. The person who controls him can see everything he sees through his eyes. He can also control his mouth and say what the person behind the scenes wants to say..."

As soon as Yang Jun finished speaking, the driver suddenly opened his eyes. He laughed at the people in front of him and said, "How could it be easy to let us in...Sun Desheng, your polling bureau is just like this... Give you a chance to survive. Within an hour, except for Che Qianzi and Kong Dalong, everyone will leave the polling bureau. Those who leave live, and those who stay - even if you have the blessing of white hair and immortality, you will be dead... For an hour, cherish it..."

Hearing the driver mentioned his name, Che Qianzi smiled. He walked to the driver, squatted on the ground and said, "They can all leave, only Kong Dalong and I are going to die here? You said that, I should express it no matter what..."

While talking, Che Qianzi suddenly raised his slap and pointed the driver's cheek at a mouth...

With a crisp sound of "bang!", while the driver was beaten, a man with the same Mingwen tattooed on his body fell to the ground in the office building several kilometers away. Half of his face was broken, and he had become bloody and twitching on the ground. Seeing this, the man in black around hurried over to first aid. The bottle of ointment and powder were applied to his face, but there was no effect...

Finally, someone couldn't bear to watch this person struggle in pain, and immediately stabbed his chest with a sword, which was completely relieved of this person...

At this time, the people in the room looked at each other and no one could speak. After a while, the old man sitting in front of the monitor spoke, "Is this the power of the son in front of the car? Wu Mian is just like this... Both the father and son have such skills, then what's going on for us tonight..."

He couldn't say the following words, but everyone present understood what it meant. If two Wu Mian appeared at the same time, even if one of them reached the weak stage, they would not be the other Wu Mian's opponent. The plan that originally thought was foolproof was doomed to fail from the beginning...

"No, this is not the power of Che Qianzi..." Another person said, and while he was speaking, he took out a thick stack of documents and threw them in front of everyone, and continued: "According to previous investigations, Che Qianzi had exploded in xx Hospital that time. However, there was no such great power that time. Combined with the fact that there was a Shen La behind him, it was speculated that he borrowed Shen La's seed power and turned it into his means to exert it. He could use Shen La's seed power, why couldn't he borrow Wu Mian? If he really borrowed Wu Mian's power, it would make sense. Our major events can also be carried out as usual..."

After hearing this person's words, the others felt it was reasonable. And there is no more reasonable explanation now... No matter what, they are now on the verge of the arrow. Even if they know that there is no chance of winning, the big thing must be carried out as usual.

At this time, the old man said again: "Just treat Chang Ru's right, Che Qianzi used some means to use Wu Mian's power with the same seed as him. The major events we have decided will go as usual. Where did that woman go? Can the image be transmitted?"

While the old man was talking, a long and narrow passage suddenly appeared in the monitor in front of him. The spicy and spicy Aunt San actually passed through the fire passage above the toilet and arrived at a certain location on the third floor of the Poll. The woman should have a camera hidden on her body and transmitted the picture of the Poll.

After seeing the scene, the old man breathed a sigh of relief and said to himself: "We have thought of the idea that Guangren thought of a long time ago. He wanted to hide a meticulous work beside Shen La, which was too conspicuous. Chen La and Sun Desheng were inseparable from the scales, and Sun Desheng could tell at a glance that Zhao Qing had a problem. We thought more thoroughly and put it next to Uncle Shen La San. Sun Desheng did not come into contact with him often, and when they spoke common words, they could also draw up the affairs of the polls..."
Chapter completed!