Dress up and fight!

The 3258rd chapter of the serious work of the package (7)

I don’t know how many things were in Sister Jin’s room. The women searched for them for a long time and didn’t come out.

Only the noise in the house could be heard, and even the sound of tearing cloth when women were fighting.

Jin Qing squatted quietly by the wall, preparing to ambush these women, while thinking about what to do next.

Realizing that Jin Qing was about to think again, 707 quickly downloaded the sound of fingers scratching the glass: "Host, wake up."

I don't know what's going on. At this time, I'm actually thinking about sleeping.

Jin Qing opened his eyes fiercely and looked around cautiously. What was the sound just now? It was so harsh!
But her vigilance quickly dissipated not long after, and her eyes became clear again: "707, why haven't these people come out yet?"

If she hadn't been able to hear the sounds inside, she might have thought that these people had escaped through the back door.

707 acted as if nothing had happened and seriously discussed the next plan with its host: "Host, what are your plans next."

Jin Qing stared at the door in front of her: "When they come out of Sister Jin's room, I will go up and knock them down, then steal the money and leave."

707: ".I'm talking about future plans, not action procedures." These are the stories of the Legal Channel.

Jin Qing tilted her head and stared at the door panel: "When they come out, I will send them away."

Give them each a stick.

707: "What I'm asking is what are your plans after killing them." Very good, it's changed to a horror movie again.

Jin Qing rubbed his chin: "I heard that the Shanghai stock market in this era is quite chaotic. I plan to find a good-hearted boss and follow him to be popular!"

She has requirements for her quality of life.

707: "." You must be kind-hearted, not unkind.
Jin Qing seemed to have thought of something important: "707. Please help me find out who is the most powerful boss now."

707: "Host, do you want me to make a list of victims for you?"

Jin Qing reached out and rubbed his chin: "Absolutely!"

Anyway, the end result is the same, she will always take advantage of a big one.

707 said oh, and turned over the script resignedly. What the host said made sense. The victims naturally had to come one by one.Just as 707 was turning over the script, noisy footsteps suddenly came from outside, accompanied by intensive gunfire.

Jin Qing stretched his neck subconsciously: "707, there seems to be a lot of excitement, it sounds like it should be quite serious."

707 flipped through the script anxiously: "Is it more serious than if you can't find meal tickets and can't eat?"

Jin Qing groaned, still stretching his ears to listen to what was going on outside.

The weapons of this era are really backward, and why do those chasing people have to run and shout at the same time? Is this because they are afraid that others will run too slowly?

It's not like her at all. If something like this happens, she'll just slap it down and let's talk about it later.

Just as I was thinking about it, I heard someone shouting from the police station: "I'll reward you with 60 oceans if you catch him alive."

707 was already immersed in the hard work of turning over the boss in the script, while Jin Qing's eyes lit up, he stood up and kicked down the load-bearing wall of Sister Jin's house.

The house was not very high, and after falling down, all the girls inside were trapped, and the cries suddenly broke out.

Jin Qing took out the main beam and carried it on his shoulders. He climbed onto the wall in a flash and started running quickly on the wall.

Finding a strange man on the beam, the captain originally wanted to shoot Jin Qing, but he soon realized that Jin Qing's target was the man running in front.

The voice suddenly raised an octave: "Sixty oceans, whoever gets the body belongs to him."

The Shanghai stock market has been going on non-stop lately, and for no reason there have been a lot of people coming in with bare hands.

These people, relying on their brute strength, not only colluded with each other, but also kept saying that they wanted to use their fists to create a world in Shanghai.

If the situation continues like this, the patrol room will not have any dignity.

Especially these people who don't understand the rules. They keep saying they want to eliminate harm for the people, and then go to the concession to beat foreigners, thinking that they are national heroes.

This makes it very difficult for them to patrol the house. One or two foreigners are easy to fight, but they had a good time today. The foreigners always find reasons to come back to seek revenge. Do these people want to use their fists to pick up other people's foreign guns and artillery?

The brain is really in the fist!

(End of this chapter)