"Brother, I will listen to you, but I can't swallow this." Zhao Yihua glared at Huang Liang, then glared at Zeng Wangcai, "We can't let them go, we have to kill them."
"Take your time, we'll talk about it when we get back!"
"Um......"
The two of them agreed and turned around and left without caring about Zhou Mei, followed by the armed forces personnel.
“Shhh!”
Zeng Wangcai whistled at the little leopard, and the little leopard responded with an OK gesture that most people could not understand.
Huang Liang knew it was coming, and stared at Zhao Yihua's leaving back with wide eyes.
Zhao Yihua was probably only about 20 to 30 meters away when his head exploded without any warning...
See the spectacular sight of watermelons bursting again!
......
The snow in the old city falls one after another, and it seems that the snow will never stop falling this year.
The streets were full of people sweeping snow, and in each courtyard, some diligent people kept the ground clean, while others, who were lazier, left the ground covered with snow and footprints.
It was not like that inside the compound. People wanted to shake the snow off the trees, for fear that it would fall and hit a leader.
Zhao Weimin had a rare moment of free time. Instead of dealing with work, he sat at home and watched a black and white TV.
A play was being shown on TV. The actors on the screen walked for a while, and the kidnapper kidnapped eight hundred people.
But Zhao Weimin just liked this kind of opera. Just when he was about to sing a few lines, the phone on the table rang.
"Hello..." Zhao Weimin answered the phone himself, "Yilin, what? Yihua..."
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