The Anarchic Consort

The powerful airflow formed by the propeller blows the pure silver hair of the Bailijiajue, the white face that is as beautiful as the blood-sucking aristocracy, completely exposed to the light.

"Where is the train now?" His voice was like the coldness flowing in the winter night.

Responsible for receiving his wealthy merchant's handkerchief in the Yungui area to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead. His unsuitable suit jacket air blows even more folds, and even the words are stuttering: "Yes, It should have already started."

"So, I asked, where is it." Unlike the rich merchants, as if no matter how much airflow, the Bailijiajue still stood tall and standing, the fluttering silver hair, not only did not reduce his elegance, but he added a copy. Glamorous oppression.

When the rich businessman heard the Baili Jiajue ask the second time, he suddenly shook his body: "Estimated, it is estimated that out of Yuncheng, entering the tunnel, the last stop of the train is Tibet."

The Baili Jiajue swept him coldly and took a long leg into the cabin: "Locate the train. I will see the front after eight minutes. Otherwise, Mr. Li, you have to stay for their dinner." ."

The rich businessman shook again, his face pale and looked at the black shadow that emerged behind the man, and hurriedly called: "You can rest assured! You will be able to arrive! One, you will be able to!"

The Barry Gregory did not speak again, and slammed the door of the cabin.

The interior of a private jet is more luxurious than the interior of a regular airplane.

The rich businessman looked at the man and the whole person was trapped in the soft seat, only to breathe a sigh of relief, turned his head and quickly told the people below to do things!

Then I thought about it and thought it would not work.

People took out their mobile phones to dial the phone of Liu Ye.

They are all rich people in Yuncheng. Of course, there will be intersections. The rich businessmen want to beat the six lords on the side and let him know that he is not eyeing the people who are irritating. It is better to converge.

I don't know why, I haven't been able to get through the mobile phone since.

The rich businessman cursed a low voice: "This old sixth, how have you not answered the phone."

Forget it, he has done it.

If you manage a little more, you will definitely be saved by the other body.

What did the old sixth guy do, how could he get rid of this man...

Just at the same time.

The 11 carriages of the train, the dusty children held the ground with the small palms, and struggled forward, and finally climbed out of the seat. When they looked up, they had an orange peel on their hair.

The dusty children themselves did not find out, the round eyes looked at the side of the window and looked at the evil spirits outside the window. The puzzle is very: "What are you looking at?"

"Night, there is a familiar taste inside." Baili Shangxie turned his head and saw the appearance of the dusty children. He did not hesitate. He reached up and took the little man up, and then began to sort out the dust for the children. The hair, the look is still cold and cool, but the good brother's posture, so that all around people have been germinated.

The dusty children saw the evil in the hundred miles and got his hair, followed by lowering his small head, and he smashed it with a small palm, and then looked out the window with the eyes of the evil spirits: "The black crow is coming again?"

"Follow the father of the king." Baili Shangxie patted the dust on his hands for the dusty children: "It is estimated that he will come soon, and will definitely catch me back."

The dusty children don't worry: "There are Weiwei beauty people, let them communicate with adults, you can go home with me." How can you give up the little devil, how can you give up casually?

"My father is usually not very reasonable in the situation." Once the evil spirits of Baili became black, their fathers always spared no effort: "very dictatorship, often punish me."

When the black crow flying outside heard this sentence, almost one did not fly and was shot dead on the train.

Rumble!

The wheels rolled over the rails and the train began to enter the long tunnel.

It’s all black, but it’s because of this that it’s best for underground trading.

In the train's modified restaurant compartment, Helen Weiwei and L slowly walked in.

This car is black everywhere, even black is not normal.

Helian Weiwei wrinkled the next eyebrow, and subconsciously reached out and stopped L. The bluetooth earphones on the ear could not hear any sound, and the surroundings were quiet.

It seems that they are not a carriage, but a box with a long square.

If the average person encounters such a situation, he will be confused. However, Helian Weiwei is still very calm, and the younger L is just a stunned look.

A bang!

The lights were all turned on at once, and they were shining on the faces of two people.

"Look at the little white mice who don't know where they came from." Liu Ye sipped a cigar and laughed at the people behind him. "You, unlike in previous years, we have a little more fun program this year. The content of the program is to ignore these things." One of the dead and white mice, one, all killed, so that they know, who wants to break our financial road, what is the end of the game!"

Said, Liu Ye raised the gun in his hand and pointed it at the head of Helen Weiwei: "Where do you start?"

"The sixth child, such a beautiful woman killed a pity, it is better to sell to me, I turn to the training and training." A fat middle-aged man smiled, but did not wait for him to reach out.

L just raised a gun and shot his arm!

It was a silencer, and there was only a muffled sound, but the power was not worse than any pistol.

The middle-aged man feels a painful heartbreaking pain at the moment, holding his own arm, and the pain is almost fainting.

The faces of other people suddenly changed. All of them wanted to go backwards two steps. They didn’t think that the other party could have the gun to take the train!

It’s not just these rich businessmen who didn’t think of it. Even the six lords of Yuncheng’s tyrants also squinted. Looking at L’s eyes, they were full of vigilance. Nothing else, just because L was shot, the next second. Pointed at the head of Liu Ye with a muzzle.

No matter who it is, in the face of such a life-to-life situation, the mind will feel nervous.

But Helen Weiwei copied the pocket with one hand and pointed the gun at one of the wealthy merchants. The shallow smile seemed as if the gun on her head did not exist at all: "Now is two-on-one, how do you count? It’s all about eating here.”

Lao Liu didn't think she would say such a thing. The woman opposite was at most 26 years old, but she showed that she was more calm than him. Unconsciously, there was a layer of oil on his forehead. Thin sweat.

However, soon, he laughed, with a faint smug: "Do you think that you can live more than a gun? I am really innocent."