Chapter 341

Besides Jing Hongming, who else in Qingdao, who can keep Wang Yashan, the leader of the Jiaozi women's special team? After debiting Jing Hongming's phone number, Qin Zhao held on to the phone for a long time without speaking. Although Wang Yashan is responsible for protecting others, she herself is engaged in a job that looks easy but is actually quite dangerous. No matter what mistakes she makes, it is within everyone's expectation.

However, Qin Zhao didn't think so. In his opinion, the little uncle sent these gorgeous girls to Qingdao, and assigned them the task of protecting him, Ye Qingling and the others, which indeed had some effect. . But in fact, he always thought that they were just a decoration, a decoration to frighten those third-rate killers like Ruan Pingyun. If he wanted to rely on them to solve some of his headaches, he might as well buy a Buddhist scripture and beg the Buddha.

Although it is a kind of contempt for the Jiaozi special team to have this kind of thinking, but Qin Zhao thinks so. He always thought that fighting and killing were best done by men. Girls, especially these beautiful girls, if you want to show their heroic appearance, you'd better go to the movies. If you want to show your skills in the dark where the sun can't shine, the best candidates are nothing more than young men like them.

When Qin Zhao thinks this way, he doesn't mean to discriminate against women at all. He just wants all the beautiful and beautiful girls in the world to have a warm and romantic youth that is worth remembering until they lose all their teeth. Although he was a bit of a jerk, and he was indeed a bit cruel when facing women from hostile forces, but since he had this kind of thinking, he could see that this kid actually loved beautiful things a lot of the time.

At this time, the girl who was supposed to recall her glorious years in Qing Island after a few years just disappeared under the eyelids of Long Teng December, who is known as the most powerful in China. It's a mockery of the word 'Longteng'.

"Did something really happen to Team Wang?" Xiao Xiao asked in a low voice, she was afraid to look into Qin Zhao's eyes, because in the eyes of this man, she captured the legendary murderous aura, the murderous aura that destroyed everything.

"Xiao Xiao." Qin Zhao put away the phone, and when he turned around, his lazy and indifferent expression perfectly whitewashed his little white face. Except for the coldness in the depths of his eyes, the dragging voice he brought out Baji's appearance really deserves a beating.

"Brother Qin, I have a feeling that something may have happened to Team Wang," Xiao Xiao said with mist in his eyes. Although she is the champion of the Jinghua Military Region and the vice-captain of Jiaozi's special team, to put it bluntly, she is just a little girl who loves to eat snacks and wear new clothes. After confirming that something happened to Wang Yashan, who had been with her for several years, she felt an urge to throw herself into her father's arms and cry bitterly, which made her lips tremble, and she grabbed Qin Zhao's sleeve: "Brother Qin, I know you That friend with you is the most powerful person in China, you must rescue Wang Dui and my sister Yashan, I beg you!"

The most powerful person in China? After hearing this kind of flattery or sarcasm, Qin Zhao smiled wryly, and patted her breasts. In order to let the little girl regain her wavering confidence, she finally put both hands on Xiao Xiao's shoulders, Seriously: "Xiao Xiao, do you believe that Big Brother Qin will rescue Wang Yashan?"

"Believe it! I believe it. If I don't believe you, then I have no one to trust!" Xiao Xiao nodded repeatedly, with a pious expression on his face, as if the congregation saw Qin Zhao when they saw the great Lord, and secretly scolded him. His asshole disrespect.

"Listen to me, Xiao Xiao, do what you have to do. Leave the matter about Wang Yashan to me." In order to calm Xiao Xiao, who looks like the little girl next door, Qin Zhao performed the supernatural sweeping action. The old lady's trick: show a mouthful of white teeth, stare into her eyes, and smile.

"What happened to her?" After sending Xiao Xiao away, Qin Zhao slowly returned to the room, resting his right elbow on his left hand and touching his chin with his right hand, thinking...

Wang Yashan slowly opened her eyes. There was no longer darkness in front of her eyes. Instead, there was a dazzling light that made her have to close her eyes again.

"Dear lady, you finally woke up, the back of your neck doesn't hurt anymore?" It was a man's voice. If only relying on his voice and the concern in this sentence, he can definitely participate in the TV station's good husband selection contest.

Wang Yashan really wanted to block the light shining directly on her eyes with her hands, but she failed because she found herself sitting on a chair with her arms tied behind her back. Without struggling, she could feel that not only her arms were bound, but even her legs were exaggeratedly wrapped tightly with rope several times. Except for a slight pain in the neck and a little dizziness in the head, there was no other feeling like being hit by that, which reassured her a lot, and her mind gradually calmed down.

Sometimes, for some staunch women, she would rather die than accept a man she doesn't like to touch her. At some point, life is just a guarantee for fulfilling a certain reputation. For modern women who have this kind of thinking in mind, I don't know if it is a kind of sadness, or a kind of protection, the protection of faith.

The man who spoke seemed to see what Wang Yashan was thinking, first smiled lightly, and then continued to speak in blunt Chinese: "Dear lady, please rest assured, although many of our brothers are envious of your beautiful body, but My boss and I will never allow this to happen before you say everything we want to know."

"Very...good..." When Wang Yashan said the word "very good", she realized that there was something like a rope tied to her mouth, which made her feel very inconvenient when speaking. She knew that this was a protective measure taken by the other party for fear that she would bite her tongue and commit suicide.

Wang Yashan is different from Xiao Xiao, since her nerves are as carefree as Zhan Zhao, but also as indifferent as Jing Hongming. So after making sure that she didn't receive the one she couldn't accept the most, she immediately began to think about how to deal with these people. Although it was a bit difficult to speak, and saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth when she spoke, Wang Yashan still asked reluctantly when she closed her eyes to avoid the bright light: "You, who are you? Where am I? "

"Turn out the lights."

Following the man's instructions, the dazzling light in front of Wang Yashan's eyes suddenly disappeared, so that she could finally open her eyes and look at everything in front of her.

This should be a cave, and there are at least seven or eight men standing in front of him. They should not be European, but they are not Han Chinese, as the slightly curly hair and beard can already prove it. Han Chinese don't have that kind of nose and hair, but Europeans rarely have their bearded habits and that kind of yin. Since they are not Europeans or Han Chinese, they should be from countries like Saudi Arabia in the Middle East, or the ethnic minorities in Xinjiang, China... After slowly opening their eyes and gradually adapting to the brightness meeting, Wang Yashan immediately analyzed everything in front of her.

"Who are you guys?" Although Wang Yashan's words are almost nonsense, but after being knocked out by someone and waking up, they would definitely ask this question.

"It doesn't matter who we are, what's important is that you just need to know that we don't belong to your Huaxia," said a man with slightly curly hair, a nose that could be identified with an eagle, and a pair of deep-set eyes in his eye sockets. Standing in front of Wang Yashan, he was full of toughness all over his body, and he had a masculine temperament that was different from the boyish faces of Qin Zhao and others.

"Can you, tell me this is and why?" Wang Yashan understands this truth very well when she adjusts her emotions by not listening to her words in the face of danger. However, when he asked this sentence, he suddenly discovered that the man in front of him was wearing a belt across his waist. The strapped thing above his *back should be a gun stock!

When she looked at the rest of the people, she was even more sure of what she was thinking. All of these people were wearing a rifle on their shoulders. If she didn't miss it, it should be made by the Soviet gun designer Miha. Automatic rifle designed by Il Timofeevich Kalashnikov: AK47.

AK is an acronym for Автомат Калашниковаобразца. If the United States' best-selling image product in the world is Coca-Cola, then Russia's best-selling image product in the world should be AK47. Huaxia's Type 56 submachine gun, Type 56-1 submachine gun, and Type 56-2 submachine gun are all counterfeit versions of it.

Good and cheap things, except the human body itself, have always been the things that everyone likes.

A-47 has now become the most numerous and effective weapon of war in the world, with a worldwide output of 40 million.

Because it is easy to make and cheap, it is even cheaper than a live chicken in many countries. At least 50 regular troops and countless miscellaneous warfare organizations have selected the A-47 as an important combat tool. The number of people who die under A-47 every year is as high as 250,000, and it has become a veritable "weapon of mass destruction".

In the Vietnam War, the American -16 rifle failed to withstand the madness of the A-47, and in the recent Iraq War, the Americans tasted its pain again. Moreover, it has become a cultural symbol. In the eyes of many people, its banana-shaped magazine is a symbol of death.

Given the circumstances, Kalashnikov, the inventor of the A-47, is now 90 years old and often disturbed by the killing machine he brought into the world. He once said something that many terrorists don't like to hear: How I wish I invented a lawnmower!

It turned out to be them!