"Hiss~"
Xia Li and Political Commissar Wang gasped when they saw the faces under the masks.
Especially Xia Li, the expression on his face was particularly strange.
He asked Political Commissar Wang next to him in confusion: "I looked at the appearance of those drug dealers before, and they all looked similar to Chinese people. Most of them looked like people near the Myanmar border.
Why don't current drug dealers have regional monopolies, even foreigners from Omi? "
You can't blame Xia Li for being too surprised.
The main reason is that even drug dealers have regional monopolies. Just like there are special brands in certain cities, and brands in other cities cannot enter even if they want to enter, and even if they enter, they will be boycotted. Drug dealers generally have regional monopolies.
The man who was beaten half to death by Xia Li had European and American facial features and even his eyes were blue. He was definitely not a look that could be found in Southeast Asia.
Even the tough temperament on his body looks more like a European and American mercenary than an ordinary Southeast Asian-style drug dealer.
During the day, they were all dressed in dust, and it was hard to tell that they were wearing masks on their heads.
Now when I pulled the mask up, I immediately noticed something was wrong.
Political Commissar Wang naturally realized this, frowned, and said in a somewhat uncertain voice: "I heard the gunshots outside, and I will ask him what is going on when he wakes up.
It may be someone who is not a drug dealer, or they may be paying someone to kill someone.
Those drug dealers will do whatever they can to make profits, which may not be easy to say. "
The corner of Xia Li's mouth twitched, "I feel that it is a business of killing people and getting goods, but I still need to hire someone to assassinate me?
If I had the means, I wouldn't waste the money. "
Political Commissar Wang:...
I know your guess makes sense, but why is your metaphor so awkward?
Political Commissar Wang lowered his head and tied the person with a rope, while he helplessly replied, "Should I still praise you for your diligence and thrift?"
Xia Li shrugged and said with a very unconcerned and sad expression: "Who told us in China that we are poor now?"
These are all things that Mr. Liu and the others usually brainwash her with.
It's true, but it's very frustrating.
As expected, Political Commissar Wang was also choked with vomiting and concentrated on binding the people, keeping silent.
The more Xia Li thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. Taking advantage of political commissar Wang's opportunity to kidnap people, he turned around and looked at the black masked man lying on the ground, pretending to be dead.
He strode over, squatted down, reached out and ignored the opponent's struggle, directly grabbed the top of the black mask, and pulled the mask off.
"What happened upstairs just now? Are there any casualties?"
After everyone finished the fighting downstairs, they anxiously ran back to the room. The first thing they saw was Political Commissar Wang squatting on the ground and tying up people.
Being able to tie people up so leisurely is enough to show that the crisis has passed.
Lu Dingyuan asked aloud, frowning, looking anxiously for Xia Li in the room.
As a result, when he lowered his head, he saw Xia Li squatting next to the escort, not far from his feet, holding a black mask in his hand, his face twisted.
He also followed Xia Li's line of sight and saw a face that, although familiar, should never appear here, and his face instantly darkened.
"Why is he here!?"
Because his tone was too surprised and angry, others also looked in Xia Li's direction.
When they saw the people in front of Xia Li, they were all shocked.
"Why is this man here?"
"Impossible! The one we brought with us when we came out was Huang Jiping! I personally put the mask on him and escorted him into the car. There is absolutely no chance of a mistake."
"Don't mention wearing a mask. When eating these days, when does he not take off the mask?
It is absolutely impossible for people to make mistakes, why is this a different person! ? "
After the flash of confusion just now, Lu Dingyuan now realized what he was doing. He immediately frowned and said with a frown, "Now is not the time to talk about this. We have to find a way to deal with it quickly."
His voice was calm and powerful, instantly calming the restless emotions of everyone present.
No one expected that their mediocre mission would be compromised midway, making the entire mission more dangerous.
How can the risk of transporting a fringe figure be the same as transporting a vicious drug trafficker?
You know, when they escorted the three drug dealers away, their regiment was afraid of danger along the way, but they sent two platoons of people.
The faces of everyone present didn't look very good.
