Song Rushuang had never expected that the matter would turn out this way.
"Brother Lao Bai is right. We can't let that group of people get away with this. So, wait a minute, I'll put some serious drama into this!"
Lao Bai nodded with satisfaction:
"Okay, okay, let's show them how powerful we are. Don't worry, as long as we're careful, the police won't be able to find us."
"Forehead."
If Song Rushuang hadn't known in advance that Lao Bai was a retired scout, based on their conversation just now, it would seem that Song Rushuang and the others were the ones doing something improper.
Song Rushuang hesitated for just a short while, and Lao Bai felt that Song Rushuang couldn't bear to do it.
He deliberately lowered his voice to scare Song Rushuang:
"If you really want my help, you'll have to give them something powerful. How about some knockout drug? How about some poison?!"
Song Rushuang shuddered and laughed dryly twice:
"I'm afraid this isn't appropriate?"
If you want to take their lives, Song Rushuang suggested that it would be better to just go in and hack them with a knife.
Lin Qianyi coughed helplessly, then said to Lao Bai in a deep voice:
"Mr. Bai, our ultimate goal is to save people."
Therefore, how to deal with these people is secondary.
Lao Bai felt the oppression coming from Lin Qianyi most directly.
I don’t know if it’s just Lao Bai’s illusion.
He seemed to feel that this feeling of oppression was familiar, and he thought that he had met such people during his military career.
However, it had been so long since then that Lao Bai couldn't remember for a moment who he had felt this kind of aura from.
He nodded quickly:
"Right, right, right. We can't go too far. If people get killed, it will be troublesome."
Song Rushuang breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, fortunately.
Fortunately, Lin Qian was on her side and spoke for her, otherwise, Song Rushuang might not be able to argue with Lao Bai.
In Song Rushuang's imagination, an identity was assigned to Lao Bai.
A former worker of this factory said he had an appointment with someone to drink and wanted to meet here, but he was stood up and got drunk.
It’s not difficult to create an atmosphere that smells of alcohol.
Song Rushuang was more decisive than anyone else. She scooped a spoonful of liquid with a ladle and poured it on Lao Bai.
It was so chilling.
"If we really want to wait until you reek of alcohol, you'll have to drink a lot. It's definitely too late now. So, this method is the fastest and will get Old White into the mood the fastest."
Lin Qianyi went closer to feel it and found that the driver, Lao Bai, indeed exuded a strong smell of alcohol.
"He does look like a drunk."
Whether it was the smell of alcohol or the red face.
It's like magic.
Song Rushuang smiled complacently, expressing her satisfaction with the situation.
"That's the effect I want, Brother White. What do you think? Are you confused?"
Lao Bai shook his head and was very satisfied with his current state.
"I'm in high spirits, don't worry. When we were fighting terrorism, we always played tricks on criminals. Not only drunks, I even played women. I could definitely fool them!"
Song Rushuang was stunned for a moment, then smiled helplessly:
"You are really amazing. I didn't expect you to be such a jack of all trades and be able to do a little bit of everything."
In order to avoid any further complications, Lao Bai took action immediately.
Just follow the words Song Rushuang prepared early in the morning.
As a result, the men frowned and did not completely believe him.
Fortunately, Lao Bai thought quickly and said that he was cheated. In this way, he found a suitable way to make that group of people let down their guard.
At this time, Lao Bai opened the wine barrel and shouted loudly that he would treat everyone to a drink.
Originally, everyone was unanimously opposed.
When Lao Bai didn't care and forced open the lid of the wine barrel, a mellow aroma of wine flowed into everyone's nose along with the air.
Everyone seemed to be poisoned and involuntarily crowded towards the wine barrel.
It wasn't much of a waste. Everyone drank a spoonful, and after about ten minutes, everyone lay down.
It's like they were drugged, otherwise it wouldn't have fallen so neatly.
Nearby, three chained little girls stared at the scene in shock.
Naturally, they had no idea what had happened to these men, and could only assume the worst.
Who knows if this drunkard in front of them will bully them?
The daughter of the old Zhang family timidly said:
"My uncle's family is rich. If you tell him, he will definitely be willing to give you money to rescue me. Please don't hurt us!"
"Don't be afraid, children. I have been asked to save you."
The drunkard who was drunk just now now looks sober.
Not drunk at all.
Seeing that these little girls did not raise any more questions, Lao Bai kicked the middle-aged men who had fainted at his feet.
He immediately went out and invited Song Rushuang in.
When everyone saw Song Rushuang and Lin Qianyi, they immediately recognized them both.
"It's you?!"
Song Rushuang is still kind to girls.
"Little girl, thank you for not telling us where we are. You are a good child, so you will definitely be rewarded."
And she was the one who came to save her when she was in danger.
Several little girls blushed immediately.
Whenever they thought about how they were still quite resentful towards the other person just now, they felt extremely regretful.
Anyone with a conscience would naturally feel guilty and sad when encountering such a situation of repaying evil with kindness.
They felt they should say something, but were also afraid of being blamed, so they hesitated for a moment and said nothing.
Fortunately, Song Rushuang didn't care much about this.
She pulled at the chains on the little girls.
In such a short time, their wrists were cut by the overly thin chains.
Because he was hung up, the wound and the chain produced secondary friction, making the injury even more serious.
Not only that, the little girl who had a relationship with Lao Zhang was also whipped several times.
How could a young girl, with delicate skin and tender flesh, have ever suffered such a crime?
Because it was summer and she was wearing thin clothes, her skin was torn and the smell of blood came from the girl.
Song Rushuang was furious.
I don't know if these sycophants were following Gao Mingzhi's orders, but they actually bullied a little girl like this.
These faces are probably unwanted.
For a moment, Song Rushuang was still thinking that if she took advantage of them falling asleep and peeled off their faces, she wondered if that would make her happy.
System Xiao Ai saw through Song Rushuang's "shocking" idea, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly:
"It's really too much punishment. Good fellow, you've exposed more than a dozen people. I have to say, the King of Hell should have a tattoo of you on his back."
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