Under the horrified gazes of Hong Mao and others, the two police cars turned around and sped away, completely ignoring the Qingjiang Gang members who were lying on the ground rolling and wailing because of broken arms and legs...
The Qingjiang gang, headed by Hongmao, finally realized that what they kicked was not an iron plate, but a fucking mountain of iron.
He carries a gun with him, and the officials have no authority to control it. Even if he really kills all the dozens of people like him, he might be charged with endangering national security, which will affect his ancestors for eighteen generations.
The boy looked pretty, but his eyes and brows were full of treachery and viciousness.
Red Hair was really scared.
Most people in the world are stubborn and not afraid of death.
But they are afraid of being cheated and killed unjustly, especially for a prince like this. To them, cheating people is like eating and drinking...
That's right, now Hong Mao has determined that the identity of this man and two women is the prince of Yanei.
Even if the children of ordinary families join the army, they are still in the top ranks at this age. It is simply an impossible task to jump over the dragon gate and become an officer.
Only the legendary generals, princes and government officials have such privileges and abilities.
Hong Mao immediately took out a business card from his pocket and held it in the palm of his hand: "Thank you very much, Mr. Jun, for not killing anyone. I dare not say anything else. In Kuncheng, as long as there is something to do, Hong Mao and a group of brothers will throw their lives and blood. Even if you die, you will never give up."
Ye Qing casually picked up the business card from his palm, okay? This guy's surname is Hong, and his name is Mao. In addition, his hair is dyed bright red. He is really a redhead. He said seriously: "I will give you two grenades, you go Help me blow up the city bureau."
Hong Mao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said casually: "Master Jun, as long as you dare to give it, I really dare to blow it up..."
Ye Qing waved, and a man got out of a Grand Cherokee in the distance and walked over quickly: "Master, what are your orders?"
"Give him two grenades, take him to the city bureau, and blow up the office building."
"I..." Hong Mao and a group of subordinates looked at the man with dumbfounded eyes as he took out two melon-style grenades from behind his waist, and told him seriously: "These are thermobaric grenades, in a place like an office building." , throw one in, and the explosion will evacuate the air in the building, and everyone will suffocate to death. So, after you throw the grenade, remember to close the door."
Hongmao refused to accept the offer, and said with a sad face: "Master Jun, I'm just bragging, and you can't do it as much as you want."
Ye Qing laughed loudly: "I don't necessarily want you to blow up the city bureau office building, but I have to let you know. Next time you want to brag to me, I will definitely make you pay taxes."
Ye Qing waved his hand.
Fan Tong hid the two grenades behind his waist, stretched out his hand to stretch out the red hair, and then asked: "Leave him to me. Things are getting more and more complicated. I need more eyes and ears in Kuncheng."
Ye Qing nodded: "Send these injured to the hospital first." He turned to look at Hong Mao: "Help me keep an eye on Liang Zheng. You must communicate with Fan Tong about his every move."
Hongmao breathed a sigh of relief. Today, his life was saved: "This is no problem. We are all professionals in tracking people." He pursed his lips, gritted his teeth and asked, "Master Jun, I Just ask, who are you?"
Ye Qing glanced at him and said meaningfully: "We live in the armed officers' guest house." There is no need to say too much to a person like Hongmao, he will understand what he needs to know.
As expected, Hong Mao understood what he was saying. He cupped his fists and said, "This military master, from now on, Hong Mao and his brothers will follow you."
Fan Tong slapped him on the head: "Pull you down, you guys are even worthy of being fooled by me."
"This bastard, there is no need to hit me like this!" Hongmao said unconvinced: "At least, if I want to know any information, just give me an order and I can get it for you."
Ye Qing pondered for a moment: "After you go back, you can discuss it. If you want to hang out with me, it's a big taboo for Buddha, let alone stealing openly..."
Hong Mao felt a pain in his heart: "Master, we also have to live. We all have a big family to support."
"Following the young master, the most important thing is money." Fan Tong laughed: "Let's go, I will help you send the wounded to the hospital first, and I will get you some small money to keep you alive until the young master officially sends you When you come down here, you will know what it means that I am not short of money."
Hongmao was overjoyed, clasped his fists to say goodbye, asked his men to carry the wounded, and walked away quickly.
Ye Qing then looked at Du Yu. Now she was standing against the wall, her body unsteady, and he couldn't help but worry: "You are so injured, and you still show off."
A happy smile appeared on Du Yu's face: "These are just minor injuries on the battlefield. Besides, I was attacked by two thieves with two sticks. It's embarrassing to say it."
Ye Qing looked at Du Yu who was showing off his stubbornness and refused to admit defeat, and shook his head in amusement: "Since it is a minor injury, just take two steps."
Du Yu rolled his eyes at him fiercely and took back his hand holding the wall. He felt a sharp pain in his arms and back with just the slightest exertion. She had to bend her body to relieve the pain.
But even so, she tilted her body and fell towards the wall.
Ye Qing stepped forward quickly, held her in his arms the moment she fell, and said distressedly: "You are already like this, and you are still trying to be brave."
Leaning in Ye Qing's arms, Du Yu felt happy and shy at the same time as he listened to his seemingly reproachful but actually distressed words: "These gangsters are not ordinary gangsters, they have all been trained."
Ye Qing smiled bitterly: "Nonsense, these people are either Buddhas or robbers. What they do is all about quick hands and quick eyes. They are much better than those who roam the streets."
Song Youqing glanced at the two of them: "We are still here talking to each other, why don't we send Du Yu to the hospital quickly."
"I'm not as squeamish as you said." Du Yu glanced at Song Er and said, "We have gone through anti-strike training for special operations. The injury was not serious, but it was too painful."
Du Yu had just taken two steps, and Ye Qing had already judged that there was nothing wrong with her bones, but the anti-blow training was to use the thickest part of the body to resist unavoidable injuries and strive to minimize the damage.
While Ye Qing hugged her, he began to use his true energy to nourish her injured flesh, minimizing her pain. It shouldn't hurt so much now.
But this pretty female officer deliberately pretended to be weak and snuggled into Ye Qing's arms.
Song Youqing didn't know that she did it on purpose, and asked worriedly: "Du Yu, you feel so uncomfortable, let's go to the hospital for a check-up..."
Before she finished speaking, Du Yu was already shaking his head like a rattle.
Song Youqing turned to look at Ye Qing: "Didn't you help her treat it? Why is Du Yu still in such pain after so long?"
Ye Qing didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Du Yu was declaring his sovereignty to you in disguise. Even if he couldn't own everything, he would still score a little bit. But how to explain this kind of thing to Song Youqing: "Although the rejuvenation energy is magical, it is not an elixir. It takes a little time. It broke. I forgot about it just now. Let Fan Tong leave the car."
"I'm going to call a taxi." Song Youqing left without looking back.
