Great Single Player of the Heavens

"Hehe, even if you haven't killed him now, it will be a matter of time..."

Hearing what Old Cui said next, Lu Qi suddenly raised his heart, and couldn't help but relax.

He thought Michel was so cool...

"Those bastard gangsters mistakenly thought that bastard was my boyfriend, kidnapped him, and then threatened me. How dare you believe that?!"

"It's a big joke! Hahaha..."

Laughed a few times, suddenly felt that this was a bit boring, Trevor was cursing, while holding up beer, trying to anesthetize himself with alcohol.

Looking at Old Cui, whose eyes were blurred and already drunk, Lu Qi didn't stop him, but said calmly:

"Trevor, I know, this is a festival between you and Michael, and I don't want to get involved... But, I can't just watch Michael get killed and do nothing."

Hearing this, Cui Fu waved his hand and cursed:

"Fuck you! You want to save that trash, that's your business, he is dead to me!"

After finishing speaking, Cui Fu didn't know whether it was because he was overwhelmed with alcohol or because he didn't want to talk to Lu Qi anymore, Cui Fu hit his head directly, and with a "bang", he lay down on the table and fell asleep.

Looking at the motionless old Cui, Lu Qi shook his head, stood up, and came to the bar, "Joseph, help me look at him, okay? I have something urgent to do."

"no problem."

After walking out of the bar, Lu Qi took out his mobile phone and called Lester:

"Hey?"

"Lester, I need your help with something."

"you say."

On the phone, Lu Qi briefly talked about the feud between Michael and Trevor, and the fact that he was taken away by a group of Chinese people.

Hearing Lu Qi's narration, Lester, who already knew the truth, couldn't help sighing: "The world is so ironic..."

"No way, although that fat and bald middle-aged man failed Trevor. However, he has always been good to me. At least now I can't sit here and watch him be killed. So... you have a way to find him. Where are you locked up?"

"let me see..."

"Okay! Michel's cell phone just got a signal, and I'll send you an app now, which can track its signal. The closer the distance, the stronger the signal, so be careful."

"I will, thanks."

After hanging up the phone, Lu Qi did not immediately open the software sent by Lester, but pressed another number again.

The phone was connected, and Franklin's smooth black accent came from the other side.

"Yo, bro, what's up?"

"Michael has an accident!"

. . .

Under the bright lights of Los Santos, a white Mammoth S car was galloping on the street.

The speed of the car does not seem fast, but it can continue to overtake the car in front.

While holding the steering wheel with both hands, Franklin said casually, "No wonder I haven't seen Michael recently!"

Lu Qi, who was sitting in the co-pilot, looked at the red dot displayed by the tracking program on his mobile phone, and replied:

"Turn right at the next intersection...I just found out, too, that Trevor and Michael had a falling out in North Yankton."

"Hey! These two fucking old bastards, what kind of festival did they have before? They were either arguing all day long, or they were expecting each other to be killed..."

Faced with Franklin's complaints, Lu Qi could only shrug his shoulders and suggested:

"If you want to know, you can ask him after we rescue Michael..."

According to Lester's tracking program, the two drove to a large warehouse in South Los Santos.

"It should be here."

Arriving at the destination, the two did not rush in, but observed the overall situation of the warehouse from a distance through the car window.

The warehouse has only one entrance and exit.

The rest are surrounded by high walls with parapets.

At the door, two Asian men were smoking and chatting.

There seemed to be no other patrolling guards in the huge warehouse.

After pulling out the magazine and carefully checking the HK45 with the silencer in his hand, Lu Qi said to Franklin who was eager to try:

"Are you ready?"

"Waiting for you!"

Frowning, Lu Qi smiled slightly, and with a "snap", he pushed the magazine, "Very well, you stay here first, and come over after I finish those two guys at the door!"

After speaking, Lu Qi pushed open the car door and walked straight to the warehouse door.

Seeing Lu Qi's Asian face, the two guards at the door did not immediately pull out their guns.

One of the guards stepped forward to stop Lu Qi, and said in some broken English: "Hey! You! What do you want?!"

Hearing this, Lu Qi pretended not to understand, and said to himself with stick writing:

"Ah, I don't understand English, I just want to ask for directions..."

The friendly hometown dialect immediately made the other party give up the action of touching the gun at the waist, "Huh, Bangyu? You are also from Bang! We..."

"Yes, yes, I..."

When the other party relaxed his vigilance, Lu Qi moved!

I saw Lu Qi's eyes sharpened, his whole body was like a tiger coming out of the cage, he stepped forward suddenly, clenched his right hand into a fist, and slammed the guard on the left in the abdomen.

"Um?!"

While he was covering his belly and bending over, Lu Qi pressed his hands on his back, soared into the air, and hit the shocked face of the guard on the right with a fierce whip kick.

The huge impact directly kicked him down, and he fainted on the spot.

After finishing off an enemy, Lu Qi did not relax, but pulled up the pale guard on the left who was still clutching his stomach.

Pulled out the pistol from the opponent's waist and threw it away, then grabbed his collar and asked viciously:

"You arrested a white man, where is he being held?"

The guard, whose stomach was churning, could barely speak normally. Under Lu Qi's pressure, he could only raise his finger and point to the warehouse with "128" at the door, and said intermittently:

"In...that...slaughtering and processing plant...inside..."

After confirming Michael's location, Lu Qi then asked: "How many of you are guarding here? Is he still alive?"

"A dozen or so... I don't know too well... When the boss left, he just let us guard..."

Seeing that he couldn't get too much information, Lu Qi knocked him unconscious with a knife, then walked out of the warehouse door and waved to Xiaofu who was waiting in the car.

Taking advantage of no one around, the two tied up the hands and feet of the two guards with nylon cable ties, put tape on their mouths, and dragged them to a dark corner.

After finishing it, the two squatted behind a container, while observing the situation in warehouse No. 128 with their probes, they began to discuss how to rescue Michael.

"Brother, what should we do now? Shall we go straight in and save people?"

Glancing at Xiao Fu who was only holding a small pistol but speaking harsh words, Lu Qi shook his head, raised his left hand, and as if by magic, a black walkie-talkie appeared.

In the next second, a sly smile appeared on his face:

"No, I have a plan!"