The Anarchic Consort

Rest assured your sister!

I have said that let you solve it!

Do you think about yourself and think about the feelings of others?

It’s just a good death!

Jiang Superchao took a deep breath: "Don't tell me, do you do it?"

Secretary Liu is puzzled: "Is there any problem?"

The problem is big!

Jiang Duchai pushed him away, then slammed him and patted his face gently: "I have to let you see for yourself, what the problem is."

Secretary Liu felt faintly at this time what was wrong.

At this time, behind him, the sound of the tires crossing the road was heard, but this time it was even stronger and stronger than when Chiang Dao checked.

The six sports cars that were brushed together were lined up in front of him. S took a submachine gun and walked out of the sports car with one hand. After seeing Jiang Ducha, he smiled and said: "Lao Jiang, for the boss. Things, or let's do it, who will intervene and arrest directly."

"Wait a minute, I want to say good, I can talk to him." Chiang Dao saw that all six of them were dispatched, and they screamed at the mother, and then solemnly pointed to Liu’s secretary: "We are not a group, I came here purely because I saw the Vivi boss on the video and came to help."

"We know, we know." Old A was also coming over. He carried a gun with one hand and put his arm on the shoulder of Chiang Daocha: "You are a wretched person, but you will not be blind in the righteousness. of."

Chiang Dao checked his mouth and twitched twice: "You are boasting about me?"

"Of course." Old A said very seriously.

Jiang Ducha is going crazy, he can't hear it at all, that is to praise him!

At this time, Secretary Liu has been shocked by the scene in front of him. For the first time, he was a little scared to say nothing, and even his legs were a little soft.

It is a genuine submachine gun. Only special units are allowed to be worn on the mainland.

Moreover, why are these people here?

Looking at his eyes is full of murderous.

Soon, Secretary Liu knew why the murder was.

Because a slender teenager, a knee-shoulder, one hand caressed his shoulder, heavily put his knees on his abdomen, the sound of cold is like no feeling: "Where do you get our boss and small boss?" Already?"

Boss, small boss?

"I, I don't know what you are talking about." Secretary Liu is really confused. He has never seen any boss or boss.

He, who are they?

In the face of Jiang’s unscrupulous hands-on, identity background, he couldn’t even guess, and his pain made his thoughts become more chaotic. Suddenly, he seemed to think of something.

When Master Jiang came over, he asked where the woman who recorded the video went.

Beside the woman, there is indeed a man and two little boys who look very uncomfortable.

Could it be that?

That man is the boss in their mouth?

Secretary Liu’s guess is random.

Juvenile L looked at him coldly: "The female lawyer who is not convinced by you is our boss."

Secretary Liu stunned, and I felt cold in my heart.

He remembered the order he had just made and the attitude of Jiang Duchai on this person and the assault guns held by the six sports cars they drove. They suddenly realized that they might have made an unprecedented mistake!

Because I investigated the other party's stay, but it was an ordinary inn, I decided that the other party was a small broken journalist without any backstage. If I wanted to expose something, I would put a lawyer in front of them.

But now, who can let Master Jiang personally dispatch?

Secretary Liu thought of this, all the colors on his face seemed to be taken out, pale to the extreme.

They shouldn’t be offending people who shouldn’t be offended...

"Misunderstanding, this is a misunderstanding!" Secretary Liu’s forehead was sweating on his forehead.

The teenager picked up his eyebrows and did not change his color: "The video has come out. Later, it broke the signal. Do you think that the people in Tangmen are fools, will you believe that you are misunderstanding?"

Tangmen? !

These two words are like a flash of lightning, and the only hope that Liu’s secretary’s heart is broken is broken.

He, this time he is playing around with Tang, the people of Tangmen...

The teenager didn't go down with him any more, the left hand slammed the man, and the right hand pressed the gun down: "I finally asked you once, where is the boss and the young boss?"

Secretary Liu looked at the muzzle of the black hole, and the scared urine came out. The finger pointed at the direction of the conference room: "That, yes, there."

Hey!

Old A didn't even think about it. He opened the door of the conference room with one foot, and several people quickly cut in.

The teenager is still dragging Liu’s secretary.

The general manager who stood back and thought that he was coming in was his own helper, facing the broad words of Bai Lijiajue who gradually approached him: "Don't think that you are a little powerful, you can be a hero here, I am Tell you, we have people, some are background!"

As he said, he waved his hand and seemed to be arranging the people behind him.

But after waiting for a long time, I saw no movement behind.

Some are just the thin lips and half hooks of the Bailijiajue, showing a very ridiculous laugh.

Helian Weiwei also laughed, leaning against a certain highness of the temple, holding a brow and facing the person in charge: "If I were you, I would like to see who is behind, and then order."

Wang always had a meal and immediately looked behind him. He was a submachine gun.

Then, it was the secretary of Liu who was soft on the ground.

This, what is going on here?

Although Mr. Wang used to play tricks and killed people, he never saw a real gun. He was immediately softened by a gun.

But he did not think that the most painful thing was not pointing at the gun.

It was followed by the action of the man he thought would not be hands-on.

The posture of a young man who is picking up a man is still as beautiful as ever.

Between the hands, the entire conference room is a broken bone.

That kind of sound, let alone the fat man of Wang Zong can't bear it, even Jiang Chao checked and felt pain.

When you are a monk, you will let the other person choose: "Do you prefer your left or right leg?"

When Wang always said his left leg, he broke his left leg.

Wang Zong cold sweat DC holding the left leg, no longer dare to say the right leg.

Someone under the temple simply broke his arm and watched his **** rushing on the ground, only the last breath left, he stopped the action, then pulled out a pure white handkerchief from his pocket and gently rubbed it. Wiping his hand, casually thrown aside, the sleeves of the shirt were pulled up by him, full of precious, elegant and incomprehensible: "I said, I don't like to be threatened."