"She's dead.
\The wind on the beach was a little strong for a moment.Blood trickled down the sand, and the muzzle of his gun was aimed at Aanda.Three simple words came out of the mouth of this blonde and blue-eyed fashionista.Sky-high little wife: The president's 33rd request 3682 Wu Jiang stood there, looked at her coldly, and was silent for nearly three minutes before asking, "You say it again." ”Aanda looked a little overwhelmed, glancing at his men on the beach who had been knocked down by him, and biting her lip in self-reproach, "It's nothing.""
Who died" Wu Jiang asked again, slamming the muzzle of the gun against her head again, using all his strength.Aanda was startled and took a step back, his gun immediately on her."
Who died"""Aanda said she died.Whoever dies will die is impossible, no reason, it won't be like this, it's definitely not that Huafei Street.The heavy motorbike is parked outside an English-style café.Sky-high little wife: The president's 33rd appeal 3682 Wujiang stood there, staring at the people inside, there were thugs who were in a hurry that night.A "bang" shot shattered the entire glass of the café, and everyone in the café was shocked to their feet.Leather boots stepped on shards of glass and walked into the café, and Wu Jiang grabbed a thug by the collar and put the muzzle of the gun against the other's temple.The café caused a commotion.Everyone looked at him in shock, jealous of the gun in his hand, and no one dared to come forward for a while.He heard his cold voice like ice, "Is your head above Chinese?"
"Yes" A few cold sweats fell from the punk's face."
Where do I want to see him" His fingers clasped the back of the thug's neck, he knew how to make a person miserable The thug immediately howled in pain, his face turned pale, "No, I don't know about us, we are just little people" "Bang" Wu Jiang shot on the coffee cup on the table, without half hesitation and indifference.The cup is all in pieces.Coffee spilled over the table.The thugs were so frightened that they immediately knelt on the ground, and said repeatedly, "I really, really don't know" "Who knows" Knowing that this thug was not lying, Wu Jiang didn't waste time looking at the other people in the café, "If you don't want me to kill you one by one, tell me immediately, where is Wenchi" A few thugs wanted to rush up, but Wu Jiang shot the other party's kneecap again, "You are not my opponent." ”"Whew" the thugs wailed, and for a while everyone didn't dare to move.Sky-high little wife: The president's 33rd intercession 3682 Their eyes are like looking at a king of hell.Wu Jiang knew that his eyes might have been killed, he had only one purpose, and it didn't matter how many people died when he found Wen Xi."
Don't embarrass them."
A familiar voice came, "They're all my father's men. ”Wu Jiang turned his head, still the foreign girl Aanda.Aanda walked into the café with her long blonde hair stained with sand, especially bright in the sun.He looked at her indifferently.She walked towards him step by step, stepped on the broken light on the ground, and smiled bitterly, "Don't you understand that there is no Wenchi, there is no Wenxi, that mafia Chinese godfather is my father, and I am a mixed-race." ”Look, the full-text error-free debut novel, aoye, your best choice t: