"Sister, I was also forced to do it at that time."
Sister He Rong said with some grievances.
Sister He Fu laughed melancholy.
After tidying up her clothes, her face returned to indifference, and said, "Let's go, Rong'er, it's half past nine on the flight, let's have some food and rush over, we can't let Qin Li notice that there is kung fu on us again, understand?"
"Oh, I get it, sister."
He Rong smiled obediently.
The two of them have learned national martial arts, and the performance they had in front of Qin Li just now was just that they didn't want Qin Li to know their true identities.
Otherwise, when they were tied up by Qin Li just now, they could have struggled and untied the rope by themselves, which would not be difficult.
As for the combat strength of the two sides, with the two of them working together, they may be able to fight a draw with Qin Li.
Qin Li, who was carrying a backpack in a single room, walked all the way, found a dumpling restaurant, and ate and drank.
Time, 7:50 p.m.
After drinking a little wine, he smoked a cigarette, still thinking about the identities of his sisters, He Fu and He Rong.
"In the national arts, there is a kung fu comparable to the hidden art of ninjas, which must be the precipitation of our Huaxia for many years, which is very good."
Qin Li didn't understand the identity of the sister flower, but he still had a great appreciation for He Rong's hidden technique.
"The two of them are both good-looking and have a good figure, they shouldn't be petty thieves."
Qin Li speculated.
Half an hour later, Qin Li felt Yanjing Airport.
Sitting alone in the waiting hall, Qin Li's eyes were fascinated and he thought about this trip to the Syrian Asian theater.
It wasn't until after stepping on the plane that Qin Li subconsciously glanced at the number one hundred and ten people in the cabin, and he was fascinated by his eyes and gradually fell asleep.
The airport in Huaxia was heavily guarded, and there would be no sudden accidents, so Qin Li naturally relaxed his vigilance and completely calmed down and rested.
After all, ten hours later, the Syrian-Asian theater he arrived in was inevitably caught in the smoke of war, and it would never be so easy to rest.
This also made him even more eager to bring back the eighty-eight-year-old lion-headed Mo Tian.
As the king of Chinese soldiers in the last century, Mo Tian's skills are definitely not weak.
However, what Qin Li was worried about was Mo Tian's advanced age.
And, the secret of the Divine Dragon Medal that he longed for, although Mo Tian told him a lot last time, Qin Li believed that Mo Tian must have reservations.
After all, Mo Tian has the title of the King of Chinese Soldiers.
Even if he can't get more secrets of the Divine Dragon Medal, how to get promoted to the all-round soldier king of Huaxia is naturally what Qin Li is looking forward to the most.
This trip, in public and private.
There is only one purpose, he doesn't want Mo Tian to have three longs and two shorts, that's all.
Dragon Tooth specially gave him a seven-day vacation, and with his personal combat strength, Qin Li believed that it was too late.
The flight flew all the way and spent nine and a half hours peacefully.
Due to the time difference, the Syrian-Asian theater is about six hours behind the time difference in Huaxia.
In other words, the time after Qin Li got off the plane was exactly one o'clock in the morning of the next day.
"An hour's drive to the Mediterranean, a three-hour passenger ferry, just before dawn to reach the Syrian-Asian theater."
Qin Li groaned secretly, and at the same time, the most precise investigation was also launched in his eyes.
This place is relatively close to the war-torn area, and those evil elements in the surrounding area are bound to cause panic if they come here to attack.
Walking out of the airport, one by one bearded taxi drivers kept shouting at a group of people who had just gotten off the plane in their native language.
"Three hundred, Mediterranean docks" "One Hundred Dollars, Fortier City" "Three hundred, Flo Town" Qin Li understands the language of the Syrian Asian Theater.
After all, two years ago, he had lived here for most of the year when he broke through a city in the Mediterranean.
It was also at that time that the shark, who was a pirate leader in the island country, was fortunate enough to see Qin Li's heroic killing posture.
"Dear fellows, the passenger car is only available at dawn, come to my Jiwa Hotel for one night, only 80 RB, and five sets of rooms, first come, first served."
Suddenly, a voice from a Chinese man reached Qin Li's ears.
Turning his head, he saw a tall, thin man with a beard.
In the war-torn area, there are also Chinese people doing business here, and Qin Li is also very curious.
However, curiosity is curiosity, he is in a hurry, and there is no need to stay overnight tonight.
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Picking out three hundred, he walked to a beat-up taxi.
The taxi driver, a bearded old man, with an inferior cigarette in his mouth, saw Qin Li coming, he let out a jerky Chinese language, and said with a smile: "Come on, come on, there is just one seat, three hundred yuan, and arrive at the Mediterranean dock in forty minutes." ” "How about bringing me a cigarette first," Qin Li said as he handed over the three hundred yuan in his hand.
"No problem."
The bearded old man took the banknote, and held it left and right to check the authenticity, then he smiled, collected the money and handed Qin Li a cigarette.
"Get in the car, let's go."
The bearded old man smiled at Qin Li.
Qin Li raised his hand, "Fire." ” After the bar was lit, Qin Li took two deep breaths and was thrown away by him.
Even if you haven't smoked for more than ten hours, this inferior cigarette tastes really bad when you put it in your mouth.
Pulling the car door, Qin Li straightened at first sight.
In the back seat, there are already three people.
In the passenger seat, there was a slightly chubby man.
Is there still a seat for what is called?
Qin Li smiled bitterly, condensed his eyebrows, and squeezed in.
After squeezing in, he saw a Sven man with gold-rimmed eyes sitting next to him.
However, in addition to the smell of smoke in the car, there is also a hint of perfume.
Qin Li looked sideways to the right and found that the two people on the right side of the Sven man were two women.
However, after Qin Li saw the appearance and clothing of the two, he smiled.
It's none other than the sister flower he just came into contact with in the hotel room before, He Fu and He Rong.
"I said two, you have followed along the way, are you tired" Qin Li asked lightly.
"It's a shame to meet you."
He Rong, who is the little sister, gave Qin Li a blank look.
"Oh, it's my sister when I hear the voice," Qin Liwei smiled.
"Sister and sister, what do you care about" He Rong turned sideways and glanced at Qin Li fiercely.
This time, Qin Li saw it clearly, although He Rong's hairstyle was hidden in the cap, it was definitely short.
"Let's go."
The bearded old man, covered in the smell of smoke, sat in.
The car staggered and swayed in the night.
Thirty minutes later.
Qin Li couldn't help but frown.
For no other reason, looking at the road conditions and road signs, he always felt that the car had deviated from the direction of the Mediterranean docks.
He had been here two years ago and had opened a map of the area.
No, the direction they are driving to now is northeast.
The location of the Mediterranean pier is due north.
"Made, bearded old man, not a good bird."
When Qin Li was about to ask, the car suddenly bumped and stopped directly. t1706231537: