Xia Li was amused by his explanation and repeated it playfully, "Rescue?"
Go to the Palace of Hell to rescue? That's clearly murder!
What can Political Commissar Wang say?
He could only say: "He said that those who attacked people at night were drug dealers who came to rescue him, and he refused to say anything else.
We speculate that it is very possible that he is afraid of retaliation from those drug dealers if he talks too much.
After all, in their line of work, keeping one's mouth secret is a must, and it is normal to kill the chicken to scare the monkey.
He has been exposed now, and he is afraid that if he reveals too much to us, the people above him will kill him and silence him. "
Drug dealers are not stupid either. They are engaged in a deadly business. If they could not severely punish the leakers and deter others, I am afraid that their lair would have been sold long ago.
Xia Li coldly sneered, "After all this, he is still here for fear of being killed and silenced?
It seems that the shot he received last night was not a real one. If I had known better, I would not have thrown him away and just let him be shot in the head. I guess he would have woken up now. "
Everyone:...
That was indeed sobering up, but they couldn't get any other news.
Xia Li: "Then did he say who replaced him?"
If the drug dealers themselves did it, then why would they have to send the people to the capital if they just robbed them?
This is obviously somewhat of a paradox.
Political Commissar Wang looked unhappy and shook his head, "He only said this and refused to say anything else.
If you want to ask anything else, you probably need to ask further. "
"boom!"
While the vehicle was driving, Xia Li and his convoy were attacked again.
Fortunately, everyone was prepared, and the two parties engaged in another fierce battle, and the first car was almost blown over.
Until evening, when he came to the nearby guest house again, Xia Li's expression was already very numb to the fact that he had been assassinated seven or eight times in one day.
Due to the various twists and turns along the way, the people in the car were thrown into confusion.
When Xia Li got out of the car, she felt sore in her waist and back, as if she had been fighting for a whole day.
He kept raising his arms and moving, and his cervical spine and knee joints made a "crackling" sound.
He was deeply puzzled: "Isn't it said that you need a letter of introduction to go out? Why do some people in the country have so much trouble trying to go out, and the assassins just come out after telling them?"
Are these restrictions only restricting Chinese people? "
Good guy, at the end of the day, the assassins were more aggressive than the zombie siege, and they were no different from a perpetual motion machine. One round after another, it was not tiring at all.
Political Commissar Wang was speechless at Xia Li's words, and argued as if he was dying: "Aren't there also people from China?
Did you forget that when we were having lunch, a few gangsters came over with shovels and smashed the car? "
When Xia Li heard this, he looked at Political Commissar Wang's expression and it was hard to describe.
"You look quite proud!?"
Not just a little bastard, he also wears a red armband on his arm, which makes him look like a red soldier.
Although they were all captured and sent to the local police station, Xia Li felt that it was more disgusting for the Chinese to cause trouble than for foreigners to hijack military vehicles.
Political Commissar Wang felt that what he said was wrong and immediately shut up.
A group of people just walked into the guest house one by one.
This guest house is less than 2 kilometers away from the local military area. People from the army patrol from time to time. No matter how arrogant those people are, they don't dare to come here to cause trouble.
Everyone was half relieved, but the atmosphere was not as tense as before.
Xia Li looked at the drug dealer nesting in the corner, eating pancakes and drinking porridge, and said in a sinister and provocative tone like a gangster: "How can you still eat it? If it were me, I wouldn't be able to eat it.
Your car almost blew up today, and you almost died.
Guess, are they really not afraid of hitting the gas tank and killing you directly?
I really wonder what is going on in your head. Until now, you still deceive yourself into thinking that they are here to save you? "
Xia Li always felt that he was the one with the most skills, especially when picking up weapons.
A bomb can be used to directly blow up the car. Even she can't guarantee that her hands won't shake and she will blow up the fuel tank and accidentally kill everyone in the car.
This was obviously an assassination, but the drug dealer in front of him firmly believed that those people were here to save him.
Maybe it's true that there are no fools in this world, it just depends on whether you want to believe it or not.
When the drug dealer heard Xia Li's words, there was no unnecessary expression on his face and he continued to eat what he was holding. However, his hand holding the iron basin of porridge was held tightly and even trembled slightly.
If it were anyone else, he might not be able to see this subtle change.
But the people in this room are all elites in the army. How could they not see that he was trying his best to suppress his emotions in order to hide his nervousness?
